A Generation of damn'd
Hypocrites, to flatter my very Clothes from my back! dissembling
Witches! are these the Returns you make an honest Gentleman that
trusts, believes, and loves you?- But if I be not even with you -Come
along, or I shall- [Pulls her again. Enter Frederick. Fred. Hah,
what's here to do? Blunt. Adsheartlikins, Fred. I am glad thou art
come, to be a Witness of my dire Revenge. Fred. What's this, a Person
of Quality too, who is upon the Ramble to supply the Defects of some
grave impotent Husband? Blunt. No, this has another Pretence, some
very unfortunate Accident brought her hither, to save a Life pursued
by I know not who, or why, and forc'd to take Sanctuary here at Fools
Haven. Adsheartlikins to me of all Mankind for Protection? Is the Ass
to be cajol'd again, think ye? No, young one, no Prayers or Tears
shall mitigate my Rage; therefore prepare for both my Pleasure of
Enjoyment and Revenge, for I am resolved to make up my Loss here on
thy Body, I'll take it out in kindness and in beating. Fred. Now,
Mistress of mine, what do you think of this? Flor. I think he will
not- dares not be so barbarous. Fred. Have a care, Blunt, she fetch'd
a deep Sigh, she is inamour'd with thy Shirt and Drawers, she'll strip
thee even of that. There are of her Calling such unconscionable
Baggages, and such dexterous Thieves, they'll flea a Man, and he shall
ne'er miss his Skin, till he feels the Cold.
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