There was a Country-man
of ours robb'd of a Row off Teeth whilst he was sleeping, which the
Jilt made him buy again when he wak'd- You see, Lady, how little
Reason we have to trust you. Blunt. 'Dsheartlikins, why, this is most
abominable. Flor. Some such Devils there may be, but by all that's
holy I am none such, I entered here to save a Life in danger. Blunt.
For no goodness I'll warrant her. Fred. Faith, Damsel, you had e'en
confess the plain Truth, for we are Fellows not to be caught twice in
the same Trap: Look on that Wreck, a tight Vessel when he set out of
Haven, well trim'd and laden, and see how a Female Piccaroon of this
Island of Rogues has shatter'd him, and canst thou hope for any Mercy?
Blunt. No, no, Gentlewoman, come along, adsheartlikins we must be
better acquainted- we'll both lie with her, and then let me alone to
bang her. Fred. I am ready to serve you in matters of Revenge, that
has a double Pleasure in't. Blunt. Well said. You hear, little one,
how you are condemn'd by publick Vote to the Bed within, there's no
resisting your Destiny, Sweetheart. [Pulls her. Flor. Stay, Sir, I
have seen you with Belvile, an English Cavalier, for his sake use me
kindly; you know how, Sir. Blunt. Belvile! why, yes, Sweeting, we do
know Belvile, and wish he were with us now, he's a Cormorant at Whore
and Bacon, he'd have a Limb or two of thee, my Virgin Pullet: but 'tis
no matter, we'll leave him the Bones to pick.
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