But oh how soon plain Nature taught me Love, and shew'd me
all the cheat of thy false Tenents- No- give me Love with any other
Curse. Pet. But who will give you that when you are poor? when you are
wretchedly despis'd and poor? La Nu. Hah! Pet. Do you not daily see
fine Clothes, rich Furniture, Jewels and Plate are more inviting than
Beauty unadorn'd? be old, diseas'd, deform'd, be any thing, so you be
rich and splendidly attended, you'll find your self lov'd and ador'd
by all- But I'm an old fool still- Well, Petronella, had'st thou been
half as industrious in thy Youth as in thy Age- thou hadst not come to
this. [Weeps. La Nu. She's in the right. Pet. What can this mad poor
Captain do for you, love you whilst you can buy him Breeches, and then
leave you? A Woman has a sweet time on't with any Soldier-Lover of 'em
all, with their Iron Minds, and Buff Hearts; feather'd Inamorato's
have nothing that belongs to Love but his Wings, the Devil clip 'em
for Petronella. La Nu. True- he can ne'er be constant. [Pausing. Pet.
Heaven forbid he should! No, if you are so unhappy as that you must
have him, give him a Night or two and pay him for't, and send him to
feed again: But for your Heart, 'Sdeath, I would as soon part with my
Beauty, or Youth, and as necessary a Tool 'tis for your Trade- A
Curtezan and love! but all my Counsel's thrown away upon ye.
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