[within. Blunt. No, no,
no, no, Gentlemen, 'tis no great Business- but- I am- at- my
Devotion,- 'dsheartlikins, will you not allow a man time to pray?
Belv. Turn'd religious! a greater Wonder than the first, therefore
open quickly, or we shall unhinge, we shall. [within. Blunt. This
won't do- Why, hark ye, Colonel; to tell you the plain Truth, I am
about a necessary Affair of Life.- I have a Wench with me- you
apprehend me? the Devil's in't if they be so uncivil as to disturb me
now. Will. How, a Wench! Nay, then we must enter and partake; no
Resistance,- unless it be your Lady of Quality, and then we'll keep
our distance. Blunt. So, the Business is out. Will. Come, come, lend
more hands to the Door- now heave altogether- so, well done, my Boys-
[Breaks open the Door. Enter Belvile, Willmore, Fred. Pedro and
Belvile's Page: Blunt looks simply, they all laugh at him, he lays his
hand on his Sword, and comes up to Willmore. Blunt. Hark ye, Sir,
laugh out your laugh quickly, d'ye hear, and be gone, I shall spoil
your sport else; 'dsheartlikins, Sir, I shall- the Jest has been
carried on too long,- a Plague upon my Taylor- [Aside. Will. 'Sdeath,
how the Whore has drest him! Faith, Sir, I'm sorry. Blunt. Are you so,
Sir? keep't to your self then, Sir, I advise you, d'ye hear? for I can
as little endure your Pity as his Mirth.
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