I should have guest the first by your
pertness; for your saucy thing of Quality acts the Man as impudently
at fourteen, as another at thirty: nor is there any thing so hateful
as to hear it talk of Love, Women and Drinking; nay, to see it marry
too at that Age, and get itself a Play- fellow in its Son and Heir.
Aria. This Satyr on my Youth shall never put me out of countenance, or
make me think you wish me one day older; and egad, I'll warrant them
that tries me, shall find me ne'er an hour too young. La Nu. You
mistake my Humour, I hate the Person of a fair conceited Boy. Enter
Willmore drest, singing. Will. Vole, vole dans cette Cage, Petite
Oyseau dans cet bocage. -How now, Fool, where's the Doctor? Shift. A
little busy, Sir. Will. Call him, I am in haste, and come to cheapen
the Price of Monster. Shift. As how, Sir? Will. In an honourable way,
I will lawfully marry one of 'em, and have pitcht upon the Giant; I'll
bid as fair as any Man. Shift. No doubt but you will speed, Sir:
please you, Sir, to walk in. Will. I'll follow- Vole, vole dans cette
Cage, &c. Luc. Why, 'tis the Captain, Madam- [Aside to Aria. La Nu.
Hah- marry- harkye, Sir,- a word, pray. [As he is going out she pulls
him. Will. Your Servant, Madam, your Servant- Vole, vole, &c. [Puts
his Hat off carelesly, and walks by, going out.
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