And in return, I do submit to yield, preferring you above those
fighting Fools, who safe in Multitudes reap Honour cheaper. Beau. Yet
there is one- one of those fighting Fools which should'st thou see, I
fear I were undone; brave, handsome, gay, and all that Women doat on,
unfortunate in every good of Life, but that one Blessing of obtaining
Women: Be wise, for if thou seest him thou art lost- Why dost thou
blush? La Nu. Because you doubt my Heart- 'tis Willmore that he means.
[Aside.] We've Eyes upon us, Don Carlo may grow jealous, and he's a
powerful Rival- at night I shall expect ye. Beau. Whilst I prepare my
self for such a Blessing. [Ex. Beau. Car. Hah! a Cavalier in
conference with La Nuche! and entertain'd without my knowledge! I must
prevent this Lover, for he's young- and this Night will surprise her.
[Aside. Will. And you would be restor'd? [To Petro. Pet. Yes, if there
be that Divinity in your Baths of Reformation. Will. There are. New
Flames shall sparkle in those Eyes; And these grey Hairs flowing and
bright shall rise: These Cheeks fresh Buds of Roses wear, And all your
wither'd Limbs so smooth and clear, As shall a general Wonder move,
And wound a thousand Hearts with Love. Pet. A Blessing on you, Sir,
there's fifty Pistoles for you, and as I earn it you shall have more.
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