verely pay for't.

Mrs. _Lov_. But pray, Sir _Harry_, where's the Difference between a common
Woman, and one that's kept; they have equally lost their Reputation, and
no body of any Character will visit 'em.

Sir _Har_. Visit 'em! Ladies of different Orders shou'd converse amongst
themselves, I know a Set of kept Mistresses that visit one another with
all the Ceremony of Countesses, take place of one another according to the
Degree of their Keepers, are call'd to one another's Labours, and live in
perfect Sister-hood like the _Grand Seignor's Seraglio_; two of 'em indeed
had a violent Quarrel t'other day, but 'twas only about State Affairs, one
happening to be a Whig, and t'other a Tory.

Mrs. _Lov_. Good Sir _Harry_, what have you seen so loose in my Behaviour
to attack me at this rate?

Sir _Har_. Why, look you, Child, do'st thee consider what an Income two
hundred a Year is; some Country Gentlemen han't more to make their Elder
Sons Esquires, and raise Portions for eleven awkard Daughters. Besides,
my Dear, thou art but a whiffling sort of a Pinnace, I have been proffer'd
lovely, large, First Rate Ladies for half the Mony. There's _Winny
Wag-tail_ in _Channel Row_, wou'd have left it to my Generosity; Mrs.
_Tippet_ the Furrier's Wife in _Walbrook_ wou'd have taken five hundred
Pound down, and _Sufan Sigh-fort_ the quaking Sempstress had n't the
Assurance to ask me above the rent of her Shop.----I must tell you, Love,
the Nation's over stock'd with Women, I can have a hundred and fifty
Furbuloe Scarf-makers for as many Silver Thimbles; and but last Long
Vacation, a very considerable Pleader offer'd me his two Daughters for Six
and Eight Pence a Night.

Mrs. _Lov_. Sir _Harry_, this Discourse suits not my Genius, I have a
Fortune, tho' not thousands enough to keep me from that odious thing you'd
tempt me to; therefore if you pursue this Humour any farther, I must
acquaint my Lady with it.

Sir _Har_. Why, then, Madam, do I most devoutly pray to _Venus_ there, and
each kind Creature here, that the Men may avoid you, as if you had n't a
Lure about you, that for madness you may turn Gam'ster, lose all your
Fortune at Play, and then grow crooked for want of Mony to buy you a new
Pair of Stayes. [_Exit._

Mrs. _Lov_. Was ever any thing so impudent! he's a charming Fellow tho',
and two hundred a Year is a charming Allowance too.--But Virtue! Virtue!--
Oh! that I had liv'd in good King Some-body's Days.

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