- Oh
there's no living in Spain when the Pot's uncover'd. Blunt. Nay, 'tis
a Nation of the finest clean Teeth- Feth. Teeth! Gad an they use their
Swords no oftner, a Scabbard will last an Age. Enter Shift from the
House. Will. Honest Lieutenant- Shift. My noble Captain- Welcome to
Madrid. What Mr. Blunt, and my honoured Friend Nicholas Fetherfool
Esq. Feth. Thy Hand, honest Shift- [They embrace him. Will. And how,
Lieutenant, how stand Affairs in this unsanctify'd Town?- How does
Love's great Artillery, the fair La Nuche, from whose bright Eyes the
little wanton God throws Darts to wound Mankind? Shift. Faith, she
carries all before her still; undoes her Fellow -traders in Love's
Art: and amongst the Number, old Carlo de Minalta Segosa pays high for
two Nights in a Week. Will. Hah- Carlo! Death, what a greeting's here!
Carlo, the happy Man! a Dog! a Rascal, gain the bright La Nuche! Oh
Fortune! Cursed blind mistaken Fortune! eternal Friend to Fools!
Fortune! that takes the noble Rate from Man, to place it on her Idol
Interest. Shift. Why Faith, Captain, I should think her Heart might
stand as fair for you as any, could you be less satirical- but by this
Light, Captain, you return her Raillery a little too roughly. Will.
Her Raillery! By this Hand I had rather be handsomly abus'd than dully
flatter'd; but when she touches on my Poverty, my honourable Poverty,
she presses me too sensibly- for nothing is so nice as Poverty- But
damn her, I'll think of her no more: for she's a Devil, tho her Form
be Angel.
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