O' my Conscience, that will be our
Destiny, because we are both of one humour; I am as inconstant as you,
for I have considered, Captain, that a handsom Woman has a great deal
to do whilst her Face is good, for then is our Harvest-time to gather
Friends; and should I in these days of my Youth, catch a fit of
foolish Constancy, I were undone; 'tis loitering by day-light in our
great Journey: therefore declare, I'll allow but one year for Love,
one year for Indifference, and one year for Hate- and then- go hang
your self- for I profess myself the gay, the kind, and the inconstant-
the Devil's in't if this won't please you. Will. Oh most damnably!- I
have a Heart with a hole quite thro it too, no Prison like mine to
keep a Mistress in. Ang. Perjur'd Man! how I believe thee now! [Aside.
Hell. Well, I see our Business as well as Humours are alike, yours to
cozen as many Maids as will trust you, and I as many Men as have
Faith- See if I have not as desperate a lying look, as you can have
for the heart of you. [Pulls off her Vizard; he starts. -How do you
like it, Captain? Will. Like it! by Heav'n, I never saw so much
Beauty. Oh the Charms of those sprightly black Eyes, that strangely
fair Face, full of Smiles and Dimples! those soft round melting cherry
Lips! and small even white Teeth! not to be exprest, but silently
adored!- Oh one Look more, and strike me dumb, or I shall repeat
nothing else till I am mad.
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