Madam, the first were
Admirers of Beauty only, but no purchasers; they were merry with your
Price and Picture, laught at the Sum, and so past off. Ang. No matter,
I'm not displeas'd with their rallying; their Wonder feeds my Vanity,
and he that wishes to buy, gives me more Pride, than he that gives my
Price can make me Pleasure. Brav. Madam, the last I knew thro all his
disguises to be Don Pedro, Nephew to the General, and who was with him
in Pampelona. Ang. Don Pedro! my old Gallant's Nephew! When his Uncle
dy'd, he left him a vast Sum of Money; it is he who was so in love
with me at Padua, and who us'd to make the General so jealous. Moret.
Is this he that us'd to prance before our Window and take such care to
shew himself an amorous Ass? if I am not mistaken, he is the likeliest
Man to give your Price. Ang. The Man is brave and generous, but of an
Humour so uneasy and inconstant that the victory over his Heart is as
soon lost as won; a Slave that can add little to the Triumph of the
Conqueror: but inconstancy's the Sin of all Mankind, therefore I'm
resolv'd that nothing but Gold shall charm my Heart. Moret. I'm glad
on't; 'tis only interest that Women of our Profession ought to
consider: tho I wonder what has kept you from that general Disease of
our Sex so long, I mean that of being in love.
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