and Sancho: To them Willmore, Feth. Blunt;
then Ariadne, Lucia; Feth. bows to La Nuche and Petronella. Feth. Now
as I hope to be sav'd, Blunt, she's a most melodious Lady. Would I
were worthy to purchase a Sin or so with her. Would not such a Beauty
reconcile thy Quarrel to the Sex? Blunt. No, were she an Angel in that
Shape. Feth. Why, what a pox couldst not lie with her if she'd let
thee? By the Lord Harry, as errant a Dog as I am, I'd fain see any of
Cupid's Cook-maids put me out of countenance with such a Shoulder of
Mutton. Aria. See how he gazes on her- Lucia, go nearer, and o'er-hear
'em. [Lucia listens. Will. Death, how the charming Hypocrite looks to
day, with such a soft Devotion in her Eyes, as if even now she were
praising Heav'n for all the Advantages it has blest her with. Blunt.
Look how Willmore eyes her, the Rogue's smitten heart deep- Whores-
Feth. Only a Trick to keep her to himself- he thought the Name of a
Spanish Harlot would fight us from attempting- I must divert him- how
is't, Captain- Prithee mind this Musick- Is it not most Seraphical?
Will. Pox, let the Fidlers mind and tune their Pipes, I've higher
Pleasures now. Feth. Oh, have ye so; what, with Whores, Captain?- 'Tis
a most delicious Gentlewoman. [Aside. Pet. Pray, Madam, mind that
Cavalier, who takes such pains to recommend himself to you.
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