I have been an Ass, a deluded
Fool, a very Coxcomb from my Birth till this Hour, and heartily repent
my little Faith. Belv. What the Devil's the matter with thee Ned?
Blunt. Oh such a Mistress, Fred. such a Girl! Will. Ha! where? Fred.
Ay where! Blunt. So fond, so amorous, so toying and fine! and all for
sheer Love, ye Rogue! Oh how she lookt and kiss'd! and sooth'd my
Heart from my Bosom. I cannot think I was awake, and yet methinks I
see and feel her Charms still- Fred.- Try if she have not left the
Taste of her balmy Kisses upon my Lips- [Kisses him. Belv. Ha, ha, ha!
Will. Death Man, where is she? Blunt. What a Dog was I to stay in dull
England so long- How have I laught at the Colonel when he sigh'd for
Love! but now the little Archer has reveng'd him, and by his own Dart,
I can guess at all his Joys, which then I took for Fancies, mere
Dreams and Fables- Well, I'm resolved to sell all in Essex, and plant
here for ever. Belv. What a Blessing 'tis, thou hast a Mistress thou
dar'st boast of; for I know thy Humour is rather to have a proclaim'd
Clap, than a secret Amour. Will. Dost know her Name? Blunt. Her Name?
No, 'sheartlikins: what care I for Names?- She's fair, young, brisk
and kind, even to ravishment: and what a Pox care I for knowing her by
another Title? Will. Didst give her anything? Blunt.
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