Aria. Hah- who the Devil can these be? La Nu. What silly
honest Fool did you mistake me for? what senseless modest thing?
Death, am I grown so despicable? have I deserv'd no better from thy
Love than to be taken for a virtuous Changeling? Will. Egad, 'twas an
Affront. [Aside. La Nu. I'm glad I've found thee out to be an errant
Coxcomb, one that esteems a Woman for being chaste forsooth! 'Sheart,
I shall have thee call me pious shortly, a most- religious Matron!
Will. Egad, she has reason- [aside. Beau. Forgive me- for I took ye-
for another. [Sighing. La Nu. Oh did you so? it seems you keep fine
Company the while- Death, that I should e'er be seen with such a vile
Dissembler, with one so vain, so dull and so impertinent, as can be
entertain'd by honest Women! Will. A Heavenly Soul, and to my Wish,
were I but sure of her. Beau. Oh you do wondrous well t'accuse me
first! yes, I am a Coxcomb- a confounded one, to doat upon so false a
Prostitute; nay to love seriously, and tell it too: yet such an
amorous Coxcomb I was born, to hate the Enjoyment of the loveliest
Woman, without I have the Heart: the fond soft Prattle, and the
lolling Dalliance, the Frowns, the little Quarrels, and the kind
Degrees of making Peace again, are Joys which I prefer to all the
sensual, whilst I endeavour to forget the Whore, and pay my Vows to
Wit, to Youth and Beauty.
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