Ay, there's it- but
if she be not- Will. By this Hand, Child, I have an implicit Faith,
and dare venture on thee with all Faults- besides, 'tis more
meritorious to leave the World when thou hast tasted and prov'd the
Pleasure on't; then 'twill be a Virtue in thee, which now will be pure
Ignorance. Hell. I perceive, good Father Captain, you design only to
make me fit for Heaven- but if on the contrary you should quite divert
me from it, and bring me back to the World again, I should have a new
Man to seek I find; and what a grief that will be- for when I begin, I
fancy I shall love like any thing: I never try'd yet. Will. Egad, and
that's kind- Prithee, dear Creature, give me Credit for a Heart, for
faith, I'm a very honest Fellow- Oh, I long to come first to the
Banquet of Love; and such a swinging Appetite I bring- Oh, I'm
impatient. Thy Lodging, Sweetheart, thy Lodging, or I'm a dead man.
Hell. Why must we be either guilty of Fornication or Murder, if we
converse With you Men?- And is there no difference between leave to
love me, and leave to lie with me? Will. Faith, Child, they were made
to go together. Lucet. Are you sure this is the Man? [Pointing to
Blunt. Sancho. When did I mistake your Game? Lucet. 'This is a
stranger, I know by his gazing; if he be brisk he'll venture to follow
me; and then, if I understand my Trade, he's mine: he's English too,
and they say that's a sort of good natur'd loving People, and have
generally so kind an opinion of themselves, that a Woman with any Wit
may flatter 'em into any sort of Fool she pleases.
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