I hope, you don't take me for a
Bawd; if you do, I assure you, you are come to the wrong House; And I'd
have ye to know, Sir, I'm another sort of Person. Madam, replyed he, if I
have offended you, I beg your Pardon; but I was directed hither by _Tom
Stanhop_, to take a Survey of the Ladies in the Dining-Room. As soon as the
Bawd heard him say so, she began to look more pleasingly upon him, and
desir'd him to walk up Stairs, and according to his desire had him into the
Dining-Room, where he soon espyed his Wives Picture, drawn to the Life. And
making Choice of that, Pray, Madam, says he, what must I give you for the
Enjoyment of this Lady? for she pleases my Eye better than any of the rest?
Why truly, Sir, (says she) I have a Guinea for any of 'em; but there's
another Gentleman has promis'd to Visit that Lady this Morning, and I
wonder he isn't come yet; but because I expect him every Minute, I cann't
recommend any one to her this Morning. Is he with her now, says he? No,
Sir, says she, but I don't know how soon he may be: Nay, Madam, said he,
you ought to observe the same Rule here, as in a Barber's-Shop, _First
come, first serv'd_: Come here's a Guinea and a half for you: This wrought
so effectually upon the Bawd, that he was immediately conducted to the
Chamber where his Wife was. And Counterfeiting his Voice as much as he
cou'd, Madam, says he, Invited by your Shadow, which I saw below, I am now
come to be made happy with the Enjoyment of the Substance. To which she
answer'd (not knowing 'twas her Husband,) Sir, you are very welcome to all
the Pleasure I can give you:--What must the Purchase be of so much
happiness, reply'd he to her? To which, she straight return'd, I am no
Mercenary Person, Sir; nor do I make a Bargain with any one before-hand;
but take what Gentlemen are freely pleas'd to give me; to whose Generosity
I always leave it: But what you do, do quickly Sir, (continued she) for I
am limited to such an hour. Upon which invitation, the Disguis'd Beau fell
to, _sans_ further Ceremony, And whilst they were a Dancing and Acting the
delights of _Venus_, the Bells of St. _Antholins_ Rung very sweetly, which
made her say, whilst she was thus incountring her suppos'd Gallant, _O how
sweetiy St. _Antholin_'s Bells Ring_! Which she Repeated over as oft as
they renew'd their Pleasures.--As soon as they had finish'd their
Encounter, her Husband that he might appear like what he Personated, seem'd
well Satisfied and made