Flor. Sir, if you have
any Esteem for that Belvile, I conjure you to treat me with more
Gentleness; he'll thank you for the Justice. Fred. Hark ye, Blunt, I
doubt we are mistaken in this matter. Flor. Sir, If you find me not
worth Belvile's Care, use me as you please; and that you may think I
merit better treatment than you threaten- pray take this Present-
[Gives him a Ring: He looks on it. Blunt. Hum- A Diamond! why, 'tis a
wonderful Virtue now that lies in this Ring, a mollifying Virtue;
adsheartlikins there's more persuasive Rhetorick in't, than all her
Sex can utter. Fred. I begin to suspect something; and 'twou'd anger
us vilely to be truss'd up for a Rape upon a Maid of Quality, when we
only believe we ruffle a Harlot. Blunt. Thou art a credulous Fellow,
but adsheartlikins I have no Faith yet; why, my Saint prattled as
parlously as this does, she gave me a Bracelet too, a Devil on her:
but I sent my Man to sell it to day for Necessaries, and it prov'd as
counterfeit as her Vows of Love. Fred. However let it reprieve her
till we see Belvile. Blunt. That's hard, yet I will grant it. Enter a
Servant. Serv. Oh, Sir, the Colonel is just come with his new Friend
and a Spaniard of Quality, and talks of having you to Dinner with 'em.
Blunt. 'Dsheartlikins, I'm undone- I would not see 'em for the World:
Harkye, Fred.
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