They go aside. Sancho. Sir, my Lady expects
you- she has remov'd all that might oppose your Will and Pleasure- and
is impatient till you come. Blunt. Sir, I'll attend you- Oh the
happiest Rogue! I'll take no leave, lest they either dog me, or stay
me. [Ex. with Sancho. Belv. But then the little Gipsy is forgot? Will.
A Mischief on thee for putting her into my thoughts; I had quite
forgot her else, and this Night's Debauch had drunk her quite down.
Hell. Had it so, good Captain? [Claps him on the Back. Will. Ha! I
hope she did not hear. Hell. What, afraid of such a Champion! Will.
Oh! you're a fine Lady of your word, are you not? to make a Man
languish a whole day- Hell. In tedious search of me. Will. Egad,
Child, thou'rt in the right, hadst thou seen what a melancholy Dog I
have been ever since I was a Lover, how I have walkt the Streets like
a Capuchin, with my Hands in my Sleeves- Faith, Sweetheart, thou
wouldst pity me. Hell. Now, if I should be hang'd, I can't be angry
with him, he dissembles so heartily- Alas, good Captain, what pains
you have taken- Now were I ungrateful not to reward so true a Servant.
Will. Poor Soul! that's kindly said, I see thou bearest a Conscience-
come then for a beginning shew me thy dear Face. Hell. I'm afraid, my
small Acquaintance, you have been staying that swinging stomach you
boasted of this morning; I remember then my little Collation would
have gone down with you, without the Sauce of a handsom Face- Is your
Stomach so quesy now? Will.
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