Will. Madam, from the Oracle in the Box you may be
resolved any Question- [Leads her to the Table, where stands a Box
full of Balls; he stares on her. -How lovely every absent minute makes
her- Madam, be pleas'd to draw from out this Box what Ball you will.
[She draws, he takes it, and gazes on her and on it. Madam, upon this
little Globe is character'd your Fate and Fortune; the History of your
Life to come and past- first, Madam- you're- a Whore. La Nu. A very
plain beginning. Will. My Art speaks simple Truth; the Moon is your
Ascendent, that covetous Planet that borrows all her Light, and is in
opposition still to Venus; and Interest more prevails with you than
Love: yet here I find a cross- intruding Line- that does inform me-
you have an Itch that way, but Interest still opposes: you are a
slavish mercenary Prostitute. La Nu. Your Art is so, tho call'd
divine, and all the Universe is sway'd by Interest: and would you wish
this Beauty which adorns me, should be dispos'd about for Charity?
Proceed and speak more Reason. Will. But Venus here gets the Ascent
again, and spite of- Interest, spite of all Aversion, will make you
doat upon a Man- [Still looking on, and turning the Ball. Wild,
fickle, restless, faithless as the Winds!- a Man of Arms he is- and by
this Line- a Captain- [Looking on her.
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