[Lays his Hand on's Sword.
Belv. Indeed, Willmore, thou wert a little too rough with Ned Blunt's
Mistress; call a Person of Quality Whore, and one so young, so
handsome, and so eloquent!- ha, ha, ha. Blunt. Hark ye, Sir, you know
me, and know I can be angry; have a care- for 'dsheartlikins I can
fight too- I can, Sir,- do you mark me- no more. Belv. Why so peevish,
good Ned? some Disappointments, I'll warrant- What! did the jealous
Count her Husband return just in the nick? Blunt. Or the Devil, Sir,-
d'ye laugh? [They laugh.] Look ye, settle me a good sober Countenance,
and that quickly too, or you shall know Ned Blunt is not- Belv. Not
every Body, we know that. Blunt. Not an Ass, to be laught at, Sir.
Will. Unconscionable Sinner, to bring a Lover so near his Happiness, a
vigorous passionate Lover, and then not only cheat him of his
Moveables, but his Desires too. Belv. Ah, Sir, a Mistress is a Trifle
with Blunt he'll have a dozen the next time he looks abroad; his Eyes
have Charms not to be resisted: There needs no more than to expose
that taking Person to the view of the Fair, and he leads 'em all in
Triumph. Ped. Sir, tho I'm a stranger to you, I'm ashamed at the
rudeness of my Nation; and could you learn who did it, would assist
you to make an Example of 'em. Blunt. Why, ay, there's one speaks
sense now, and handsomly; and let me tell you Gentlemen, I should not
have shew'd my self like a Jack-Pudding, thus to have made you Mirth,
but that I have revenge within my power; for know, I have got into my
possession a Female, who had better have fallen under any Curse, than
the Ruin I design her: 'dsheartlikins, she assaulted me here in my own
Lodgings, and had doubtless committed a Rape upon me, had not this
Sword defended me.
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