I thank you for your care- but there are other matters in hand,
there are, tho we have no great Temptation.- Death! let me go. Fred.
Yes, to your Lodging, if you will, but not in here.- Damn these gay
Harlots- by this Hand I'll have as sound and handsome a Whore for a
Pattcoone.- Death, Man, she'll murder thee. Will. Oh! fear me not,
shall I not venture where a Beauty calls? a lovely charming Beauty?
for fear of danger! when by Heaven there's none so great as to long
for her, whilst I want Money to purchase her. Fred. Therefore 'tis
loss of time, unless you had the thousand Crowns to pay. Will. It may
be she may give a Favour, at least I shall have the pleasure of
saluting her when I enter, and when I depart. Belv. Pox, she'll as
soon lie with thee, as kiss thee, and sooner stab than do either- you
shall not go. Ang. Fear not, Sir, all I have to wound with, is my
Eyes. Blunt. Let him go, 'Sheartlikins, I believe the Gentlewomen
means well. Belv. Well, take thy Fortune, we'll expect you in the next
Street.- Farewell Fool,- farewell- Will. B'ye Colonel- [Goes in. Fred.
The Rogue's stark mad for a Wench. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Fine Chamber.
Enter Willmore, Angelica, and Moretta. Ang. Insolent Sir, how durst
you pull down my Picture? Will. Rather, how durst you set it up, to
tempt poor amorous Mortals with so much Excellence? which I find you
have but too well consulted by the unmerciful price you set upon't.
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