Will. Pox on't, where do these fine Whores live? Belv. Where no
Rogue in Office yclep'd Constables dare give 'em laws, nor the
Wine-inspired Bullies of the Town break their Windows; yet they are
Whores, tho this Essex Calf believe them Persons of Quality. Blunt.
'Sheartlikins, y'are all Fools, there are things about this Essex
Calf, that shall take with the Ladies, beyond all your Wits and Parts-
This Shape and Size, Gentlemen, are not to be despis'd; my Waste
tolerably long, with other inviting Signs, that shall be nameless.
Will. Egad I believe he may have met with some Person of Quality that
may be kind to him. Belv. Dost thou perceive any such tempting things
about him, should make a fine Woman, and of Quality, pick him out from
all Mankind, to throw away her Youth and Beauty upon, nay, and her
dear Heart too?- no, no, Angelica has rais'd the Price too high. Will.
May she languish for Mankind till she die, and be damn'd for that one
Sin alone. Enter two Bravoes, and hang up a great Picture of
Angelica's, against the Balcony, and two little ones at each side of
the Door. Belv. See there the fair Sign to the Inn, where a Man may
lodge that's Fool enough to give her Price. [Will. gazes on the
Picture. Blunt. 'Sheartlikins, Gentlemen, what's this? Belv. A famous
Curtezan that's to be sold.
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