Aria. Now hang me, if it be not Beaumond.
Beau. Would any Devil less than common Woman have serv'd me as thou
didst? say, was not this my Night? my paid for Night? my own by right
of Bargain, and by Love? and hast not thou deceiv'd me for a Stranger?
Will. So- make me thankful, then she will be kind. [Hugs himself.
Beau. -Was this done like a Whore of Honour think ye? and would not
such an Injury make me forswear all Joys of Womankind, and marry in
mere spite? La Nu. Why where had been the Crime had I been kind? Beau.
Thou dost confess it then. La Nu. Why not? Beau. Those Bills of Love
the oftner paid and drawn, make Women better Merchants than Lovers. La
Nu. And 'tis the better Trade. Will. Oh Pox, there she dasht all
again. I find they calm upon't, and will agree, therefore I'll bear up
to this small Frigate and lay her aboard. [Goes to Ariadne. La Nu.
However I'm glad the Vizor's off; you might have fool'd me on, and
sworn I was the only Conqueror of your Heart, had not Good-nature made
me follow you, to undeceive your false Suspicions of me: How have you
sworn never to marry? how rail'd at Wives, and satir'd Fools oblig'd
to Wedlock? And now at last, to thy eternal Shame, thou hast betray'd
thy self to be a most pernicious honourable Lover, a perjur'd- honest-
nay, a very Husband.
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