Will. Death, tis a likely Wench, and that kind look shall not be
cast away- I'll follow her. Belv. Prithee do not. Will. Do not! By
Heavens to the Antipodes, with such an Invitation. [She goes out, and
Will. follows her. Belv. 'Tis a mad Fellow for a Wench. Enter Fred.
Fred. Oh Colonel, such News. Belv. Prithee what? Fred. News that will
make you laugh in spite of Fortune. Belv. What, Blunt has had some
damn'd Trick put upon him, cheated, bang'd, or clapt? Fred. Cheated,
Sir, rarely cheated of all but his Shirt and Drawers; the
unconscionable Whore too turn'd Him out before Consummation, so that
traversing, the Streets at Midnight, the Watch found him in this
Fresco, and conducted him home: By Heaven 'tis such a slight, and yet
I durst as well have been hang'd as laugh at him, or pity him; he
beats all that do but ask him a Question, and is in such an Humour-
Ped. Who is't has met with this ill usage, Sir? Belv. A Friend of
ours, whom you must see for Mirth's sake. I'll imploy him to give
Florinda time for an escape. [Aside. Ped. Who is he? Belv. A young
Countryman of ours, one that has been educated at so plentiful a rate,
he yet ne'er knew the want of Money, and 'twill be a great Jest to see
how simply he'll look without it. For my part I'll lend him none, and
the Rogue knows not how to put on a borrowing Face, and ask first.
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