ou
shall see how she draws in a Married Man to follow Whoring, so the Ruine of
himself, a vertuous Wife, and all his Family: For if she can but Rise, she
cares not who she Ruines.--But to the Story.

An Impudent Whore, of our Bawds own bringing up, that by removing to
several Quarters, had made a shift to escape _Bridewel_, which she merited
as much as any that ever came thither, had through the Bawds assistance,
drawn in one Foolish Fellow, by her Rich Robes, fair face, and fine Words,
to maintain her like a Lady; tho' she was but the Daughter of a sorry
Informer: Pride and Pleasure were the two Idols she ador'd; and to enjoy
them, she cared not how she exposed her poor Cully; who was oblig'd to be
liberal to the Bawd for Procuration, as well as to the Whore for
Fornication: Till at last her Pride and Pleasure had brought him to Pain
and Poverty. Neglecting of his Business, and Maintaining of his Miss, had
made him run in Debt, and he began to be so haunted by Bailiffs and
Sergeants, that he was forc'd to fly into the _Low-Countries_ to secure
himself; Chusing rather to trust to his Heels than his Hands. His Wench was
glad she was so rid of him; for being become Poor, and not able to supply
her with Money, she was grown quite a weary of him; but not of her way of
Living; For as soon as he was gone, she repairs again to the Old Bawd; and
acquainted her how matters stood with her. She has made the most of one,
and now she must have another: _Well_, says the Bawd, _Do but carry your
self, reserv'd and Maidenly, and I have a Spark that has a good Estate, and
will be able to spend high upon you; but he must have a Maid, and that I
have taught you well enough how to Counterfeit:_--Is he a married Man or
single, says the Trull?--_A married Man_, replies the Bawd, _but that's
nothing as long as he has Money: It were better indeed, that he were
single, for then I cou'd draw him in to marry you; and he might make a good
Cover; but don't fear but we'll do well enough as 'tis.--Only besure you
carry it shy at first, and that's the way to draw him in, and make him the
more Eager._--Let me alone for that, says the Whore; do you but bring us
together, and then leave it to me to make him bite: I warrant you I'll
manage him, or else say I am the veriest Whore in all the Town.--Which she
might have safely ventur'd to do, without being Guilty of Lying.

The Plot being thus laid, Mother Damnable goes out upon the scent, and
finds the Whor