Will. But hast thou no better Quality to recommend thy self by? Hell.
Faith none, Captain- Why, 'twill be the greater Charity to take me for
thy Mistress, I am a lone Child, a kind of Orphan Lover; and why I
shou'd die a Maid, and in a Captain's Hands too, I do not understand.
Will. Egad, I was never claw'd away with Broad-Sides from any Female
before, thou hast one Virtue I adore, good-Nature; I hate a coy demure
Mistress, she's as troublesom as a Colt, I'll break none; no, give me
a mad Mistress when mew'd, and in flying on[e] I dare trust upon the
Wing, that whilst she's kind will come to the Lure. Hell. Nay, as kind
as you will, good Captain, whilst it lasts, but let's lose no time.
Will. My time's as precious to me, as thine can be; therefore, dear
Creature, since we are so well agreed, let's retire to my Chamber, and
if ever thou were treated with such savory Love- Come- My Bed's
prepar'd for such a Guest, all clean and sweet as thy fair self; I
love to steal a Dish and a Bottle with a Friend, and hate long Graces-
Come, let's retire and fall to Hell. 'Tis but getting my Consent, and
the Business is soon done; let but old Gaffer Hymen and his Priest say
Amen to't, and I dare lay my Mother's Daughter by as proper a Fellow
as your Father's Son, without fear or blushing.
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