Blunt. Talk on, talk on,
and weep too, till my faith return. Do flatter me out of my Senses
again- a harmless Virgin with a Pox, as much one as t'other,
adsheartlikins. Why, what the Devil can I not be safe in my house for
you? not in my Chamber? nay, even being naked too cannot secure me.
This is an Impudence greater than has invaded me yet.- Come, no
Resistance. [Pulls her rudely. Flor. Dare you be so cruel? Blunt.
Cruel, adsheartlikins as a Gally-slave, or a Spanish Whore: Cruel,
yes, I will kiss and beat thee all over; kiss, and see thee all over;
thou shalt lie with me too, not that I care for the Injoyment, but to
let you see I have ta'en deliberated Malice to thee, and will be
revenged on one Whore for the Sins of another; I will smile and
deceive thee, flatter thee, and beat thee, kiss and swear, and lye to
thee, imbrace thee and rob thee, as she did me, fawn on thee, and
strip thee stark naked, then hang thee out at my Window by the Heels,
with a Paper of scurvey Verses fasten'd to thy Breast, in praise of
damnable Women- Come, come along. Flor. Alas, Sir, must I be
sacrific'd for the Crimes of the most infamous of my Sex? I never
understood the Sins you name. Blunt. Do, persuade the Fool you love
him, or that one of you can be just or honest; tell me I was not an
easy Coxcomb, or any strange impossible Tale: it will be believ'd
sooner than thy false Showers or Protestations.
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