La
Nu. Faith, such a Brood may prove a pretty Livelihood for a poor
decay'd Officer; you may chance to get a Patent to shew 'em in
England, that Nation of Change and Novelty. Will. A provision old
Carlo cannot make for you against the abandon'd day. La Nu. He can
supply the want of Issue a better way; and tho he be not so fine a
fellow as your self, he's a better Friend, he can keep a Mistress:
give me a Man can feed and clothe me, as well as hug and all to bekiss
me, and tho his Sword be not so good as yours, his Bond's worth a
thousand Captains. This will not do, I'll try what Jealousy will do.
[Aside. Your Servant, Captain- your Hand, Sir. [Takes Ariadne by the
Hand. Will. Hah, what new Coxcomb's that- hold, Sir- [Takes her from
him. Aria. What would you, Sir, ought with this Lady? Will. Yes, that
which thy Youth will only let thee guess at- this- Child, is Man's
Meat; there are other Toys for Children. [Offers to lead her off. La
Nu. Oh insolent! and whither would'st thou lead me? Will. Only out of
harm's way, Child, here are pretty near Conveniences within: the
Doctor will be civil- 'tis part of his Calling- Your Servant, Sir-
[Going off with her. Aria. I must huff now, tho I may chance to be
beaten- come back- or I have something here that will oblige ye to't.
[Laying his hand on his Sword.
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