Hell. No, if he had, we should have heard on't at both Ears,
and have been mew'd up this Afternoon; which I would not for the World
should have happen'd- Hey ho! I'm sad as a Lover's Lute. Val. Well,
methinks we have learnt this Trade of Gipsies as readily as if we had
been bred upon the Road to Loretto: and yet I did so fumble, when I
told the Stranger his Fortune, that I was afraid I should have told my
own and yours by mistake- But methinks Hellena has been very serious
ever since. Flor. I would give my Garters she were in love, to be
reveng'd upon her, for abusing me- How is't, Hellena? Hell. Ah!- would
I had never seen my mad Monsieur- and yet for all your laughing I am
not in love- and yet this small Acquaintance, o'my Conscience, will
never out of my Head. Val. Ha, ha, ha- I laugh to think how thou art
fitted with a Lover, a Fellow that, I warrant, loves every new Face he
sees. Hell. Hum- he has not kept his Word with me here- and may be
taken up- that thought is not very pleasant to me- what the Duce
should this be now that I feel? Val. What is't like? Hell. Nay, the
Lord knows- but if I should be hanged, I cannot chuse but be angry and
afraid, when I think that mad Fellow should be in love with any Body
but me- What to think of my self I know not- Would I could meet with
some true damn'd Gipsy, that I might know my Fortune.
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