Blunt. How! to be sold! nay then I have
nothing to say to her- sold! what Impudence is practis'd in this
Country?- With Order and Decency Whoring's established here by virtue
of the Inquisition- Come let's be gone, I'm sure we're no Chapmen for
this Commodity. Fred. Thou art none, I'm sure, unless thou could'st
have her in thy Bed at the Price of a Coach in the Street. Will. How
wondrous fair she is- a Thousand Crowns a Month- by Heaven as many
Kingdoms were too little. A plague of this Poverty- of which I ne'er
complain, but when it hinders my Approach to Beauty, which Virtue
ne'er could purchase. [Turns from the Picture. Blunt. What's this?-
[Reads] A Thousand Crowns a Month! -'Sheartlikins, here's a Sum! sure
'tis a mistake. -Hark you, Friend, does she take or give so much by
the Month! Fred. A Thousand Crowns! Why, 'tis a Portion for the
Infanta. Blunt. Hark ye, Friends, won't she trust? Brav. This is a
Trade, Sir, that cannot live by Credit. Enter Don Pedro in Masquerade,
follow'd Stephano. Belv. See, here's more Company, let's walk off a
while. [Pedro Reads. [Exeunt English. Enter Angelica and Moretta in
the Balcony, and draw a Silk Curtain. Ped. Fetch me a Thousand Crowns,
I never wish to buy this Beauty at an easier Rate. [Passes off. Ang.
Prithee what said those Fellows to thee? Brav.
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