[Ang. turns towards
them. -The Rogue's bred up to Mischief, Art thou so great a Fool to
credit him? Ang. Yes, I do; and you in vain impose upon me. -Come
hither, Boy- Is not this he you speak of? Hell. I think- it is; I
cannot swear, but I vow he has just such another lying Lover's look.
[Hell. looks in his Face, he gazes on her. Will. Hah! do not I know
that Face?- By Heaven, my little Gipsy! what a dull Dog was I? Had I
but lookt that way, I'd known her. Are all my hopes of a new Woman
banisht? [Aside. -Egad, if I don't fit thee for this, hang me. -Madam,
I have found out the Plot. Hell. Oh Lord, what does he say? am I
discover'd now? Will. Do you see this young Spark here? Hell. He'll
tell her who I am. Will. Who do you think this is? Hell. Ay, ay, he
does know me.- Nay, dear Captain, I'm undone if you discover me. Will.
Nay, nay, no cogging; she shall know what a precious Mistress I have.
Hell. Will you be such a Devil? Will. Nay, nay, I'll teach you to
spoil sport you will not make.- This small Ambassador comes not from a
Person of Quality, as you imagine, and he says; but from a very errant
Gipsy, the talkingst, pratingst, cantingst little Animal thou ever
saw'st. Ang. What news you tell me! that's the thing I mean. Hell.
Wou'd I were well off the place.- If ever I go a Captain- hunting
again.
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