Enter Willmore. Will. Ha! dear Belvile! noble Colonel! Belv. Willmore!
welcome ashore, my dear Rover!- what happy Wind blew us this good
Fortune? Will. Let me salute you my dear Fred, and then command me-
How is't honest Lad? Fred. Faith, Sir, the old Complement, infinitely
the better to see my dear mad Willmore again- Prithee why camest thou
ashore? and where's the Prince? Will. He's well, and reigns still Lord
of the watery Element- I must aboard again within a Day or two, and my
Business ashore was only to enjoy my self a little this Carnival.
Belv. Pray know our new Friend, Sir, he's but bashful, a raw
Traveller, but honest, stout, and one of us. [Embraces Blunt. Will.
That you esteem him, gives him an interest here. Blunt. Your Servant,
Sir. Will. But well- Faith I'm glad to meet you again in a warm
Climate, where the kind Sun has its god-like Power still over the Wine
and Woman.- Love and Mirth are my Business in Naples; and if I mistake
not the Place, here's an excellent Market for Chapmen of my Humour.
Belv. See here be those kind Merchants of Love you look for. Enter
several Men in masquing Habits, some playing on Musick, others dancing
after; Women drest like Curtezans, with Papers pinn'd to their
Breasts, and Baskets of Flowers in their Hands. Blunt. 'Sheartlikins,
what have we here! Fred.
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