Faith long fasting, Child, spoils a Man's
Appetite- yet if you durst treat, I could so lay about me still. Hell.
And would you fall to, before a Priest says Grace. Will. Oh fie, fie,
what an old out-of-fashion'd thing hast thou nam'd? Thou could'st not
dash me more out of Countenance, shouldst thou shew me an ugly Face.
Whilst he is seemingly courting Hellena, enter Angelica, Moretta,
Biskey, and Sebastian, an in Masquerade: Ang. sees Will. and starts.
Ang. Heavens, is't he? and passionately fond to see another Woman?
Moret. What cou'd you expect less from such a Swaggerer? Ang. Expect!
as much as I paid him, a Heart intire, Which I had pride enough to
think when e'er I gave It would have rais'd the Man above the Vulgar,
Made him all Soul, and that all soft and constant. Hell. You see,
Captain, how willing I am to be Friends with you, till Time and
Ill-luck make us Lovers; and ask you the Question first, rather than
put your Modesty to the blush, by asking me: for alas, I know you
Captains are such strict Men, severe Observers of your Vows to
Chastity, that 'twill be hard to prevail with your tender Conscience
to marry a young willing Maid. Will. Do not abuse me, for fear I
should take thee at thy word, and marry thee indeed, which I'm sure
will be Revenge sufficient. Hell.
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