[Gives him to La Nuche. Here- Love deserves him best-
and I resign him- Pox on't I'm honest, tho that's no fault of mine;
'twas Fortune who has made a worse Exchange, and you and I should suit
most damnably together. [To Beau. Beau. I am sure there's something in
the Wind, she being in the Garden, and the Door left open. [Aside.
-Yes, I believe you are willing enough to part with me, when you
expect another you like better. Aria. I'm glad I was before-hand with
you then. Beau. Very good, and the Door was left open to give
admittance to a Lover. Aria. 'Tis visible it was to let one in to you,
false as you are. La Nu. Faith, Madam, you mistake my Constitution, my
Beauty and my Business is only to be belov'd not to love; I leave that
Slavery for you Women of Quality, who must invite, or die without the
Blessing; for likely the Fool you make choice of wants Wit or
Confidence to ask first; you are fain to whistle before the Dogs will
fetch and carry, and then too they approach by stealth: and having
done the Drudgery, the submissive Curs are turn'd out for fear of
dirtying your Apartment, or that the Mungrils should scandalize ye;
whilst all my Lovers of the noble kind throng to adore and fill my
Presence daily, gay as if each were triumphing for Victory. Aria. Ay
this is something; what a poor sneaking thing an honest Woman is! La
Nu.
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