[Exit Boy. Val. This is Belvile's Lodgings; she's
gone in as readily as if she knew it- hah- here's that mad Fellow
again, I dare not venture in- I'll watch my Opportunity. [Goes aside.
Enter Willmore, gazing about him. Will. I have lost her hereabouts-
Pox on't she must not scape me so. [Goes out. Scene changes to Blunt's
Chamber, discovers him sitting on a Couch in his Shirt and Drawers,
reading. Blunt. So, now my Mind's a little at Peace, since I have
resolv'd Revenge- A Pox on this Taylor tho, for not bringing home the
Clothes I bespoke; and a Pox of all poor Cavaliers, a Man can never
keep a spare Suit for 'em; and I shall have these Rogues come in and
find me naked; and then I'm undone; but I'm resolv'd to arm my self-
the Rascals shall not insult over me too much. [Puts on an old rusty
Sword and Buff-Belt. -Now, how like a Morrice-Dancer I am equipt- a
fine Lady-like Whore to cheat me thus, without affording me a Kindness
for my Money, a Pox light on her, I shall never be reconciled to the
Sex more, she has made me as faithless as a Physician, as uncharitable
as a Churchman, and as ill-natur'd as a Poet. O how I'll use all
Women-kind hereafter! what wou'd I give to have one of 'em within my
reach now! any Mortal thing in Petticoats, kind Fortune, send me; and
I'll forgive thy last Night's Malice- Here's a cursed Book too, (a
Warning to all young Travellers) that can instruct me how to prevent
such Mischiefs now 'tis too late.
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