Is Beaumond come from Paris yet? Shift. He is, I came with
him; he's impatient of your Return: I'll let him know you're here.
[Exit. Shift. Feth. Why, what a Pox ails the Captain o'th' sudden? He
looks as sullenly as a routed General, or a Lover after hard Service.
Blunt. Oh- something the Lieutenant has told him about a Wench; and
when Cupid's in his Breeches, the Devil's ever in's Head- how now-
What a pox is the matter with you, you look so scurvily now?- What, is
the Gentlewoman otherwise provided? has she cashier'd ye for want of
Pay? or what other dire Mischance?- hah- Will. Do not trouble me-
Blunt. Adsheartlikins, but I will, and beat thee too, but I'll know
the Cause. I heard Shift tell thee something about La Nuche, a Damsel
I have often heard thee Fool enough to sigh for. Will. Confound the
mercenary Jilt! Blunt. Nay, adsheartlikins they are all so; tho I
thought you had been Whore-proof; 'tis enough for us Fools, Country
Gentlemen, Esquires, and Cullies, to miscarry in their amorous
Adventures, you Men of Wit weather all Storms you. Will. Oh, Sir,
you're become a new Man, wise and wary, and can no more be cozen'd.
Blunt. Not by Woman-kind; and for Man I think my Sword will secure me.
Pox, I thought a two Months absence and a Siege would have put such
Trifles out of thy Head: You do not use to be such a Miracle of
Constancy.
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