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Is all this Heaven of Beauty shewn to move Despair in those that
cannot buy? and can you think the effects of that Despair shou'd be
less extravagant than I have shewn? Ang. I sent for you to ask my
Pardon, Sir, not to aggravate your Crime.- I thought, I shou'd have
seen you at my Feet imploring it. Will. You are deceived, I came to
rail at you, and talk such Truths, too, as shall let you see the
Vanity of that Pride, which taught you how to set such a Price on Sin.
For such it is, whilst that which is Love's due is meanly barter'd
for. Ang. Ha, ha, ha, alas, good Captain, what pity 'tis your edifying
Doctrine will do too good upon me- Moretta, fetch the Gentleman a
Glass, and let him survey himself, to see what Charms he has,- and
guess my Business. [Aside in a soft tone. Moret. He knows himself of
old, I believe those Breeches and he have been acquainted ever since
he was beaten at Worcester. Ang. Nay, do not abuse the poor Creature.-
Moret. Good Weather-beaten Corporal, will you march off? we have no
need of your Doctrine, tho you have of our Charity; but at present we
have no Scraps, we can afford no kindness for God's sake; in fine,
Sirrah, the Price is too high i'th' Mouth for you, therefore troop, I
say. Will. Here, good Fore-Woman of the Shop, serve me, and I'll be
gone.
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