Come, let's begin th' account this happy minute. Ang. And will
you pay me then the Price I ask? Will. Oh, why dost thou draw me from
an awful Worship, By shewing thou art no Divinity? Conceal the Fiend,
and shew me all the Angel; Keep me but ignorant, and I'll be devout,
And pay my Vows for ever at this Shrine. [Kneels, and kisses her Hand.
Ang. The Pay I mean is but thy love for mine. -Can you give that?
Will. Intirely- come, let's withdraw: where I'll renew my Vows,- and
breathe 'em with such Ardour, thou shalt not doubt my Zeal. Ang. Thou
hast a Power too strong to be resisted. [Ex. Will. and Angelica.
Moret. Now my Curse go with you- Is all our Project fallen to this? to
love the only Enemy to our Trade? Nay, to love such a Shameroon, a
very Beggar; nay, a Pirate-Beggar, whose Business is to rifle and be
gone, a No-Purchase, No-Pay Tatterdemalion, an English Piccaroon; a
Rogue that fights for daily Drink, and takes a Pride in being loyally
lousy- Oh, I could curse now, if I durst- This is the Fate of most
Whores. Trophies, which from believing Fops we win, Are Spoils to
those who cozen us again. ACT III. SCENE I. A Street. Enter Florinda,
Valeria, Hellena, in Antick different Dresses from what they were in
before, Callis attending. Flor. I wonder what should make my Brother
in so ill a Humour: I hope he has not found out our Ramble this
Morning.
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