Blunt. Ha,
Captain! [Shaking his Head and smiling. Will. Come, let's go drink
Damnation to 'em all. Blunt. Not all, good Captain. Will. All, for I
hate 'em all- Aria. Heavens! if he should indeed! [Aside. Blunt. But,
Robert, I have found you most inclined to a Damsel when you had a
Bottle in your Head. Will. Give me thy Hand, Ned- Curse me, despise
me, point me out for Cowardice if e'er thou see'st me court a Woman
more: Nay, when thou knowest I ask any of the Sex a civil Question
again- a Plague upon 'em, how they've handled me- come, let's go
drink, I say- Confusion to the Race- A Woman!- no, I will be burnt
with my own Fire to Cinders e'er any of the Brood shall lay my Flame-
Aria. He cannot be so wicked to keep this Resolution sure- [She passes
by. Faith, I must be resolv'd- you've made a pious Resolution, Sir,
had you the Grace to keep it- [Passing on he pauses, and looks on her.
Will. Hum- What's that? Blunt. That- O- nothing- but a Woman- come
away. Will. A Woman! Damn her, what Mischief made her cross my way
just on the Point of Reformation! Blunt. I find the Devil will not
lose so hopeful a Sinner. Hold, hold, Captain, have you no Regard to
your own Soul? 'dsheartlikins, 'tis a Woman, a very errant Woman.
Aria. Your Friend informs you right, Sir, I am a Woman. Will.
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