[Weeps.
La Nu. No more, I will be rul'd- I will be wise, be rich; and since I
must yield somewhere, and some time, Beaumond shall be the Man, and
this the Night; he's handsom, young, and lavishly profuse: This Night
he comes, and I'll submit to Interest. Let the gilded Apartment be
made ready, and strew it o'er with Flowers, adorn my Bed of State; let
all be fine; perfume my Chamber like the Phoenix's Nest, I'll be
luxurious in my Pride to Night, and make the amorous prodigal Youth my
Slave. Pet. Nobly resolv'd! and for these other two who wait your
coming, let me alone to manage. [Goes out. Scene changes to a Chamber,
discovers Fetherfool in Bed. Feth. This Gentlewoman is plaguy long in
coming:- some Nicety now, some perfum'd Smock, or Point Night-Clothes
to make her more lovely in my Eyes: Well, these Women are right City
Cooks, they stay so long to garnish the Dish, till the Meat be cold-
but hark, the Door opens. Enter Carlo softly, half undrest. Car. This
Wench stays long, and Love's impatient; this is the Chamber of La
Nuche, I take it: If she be awake, I'll let her know who I am; if not,
I'll steal a Joy before she thinks of it. Feth. Sure 'tis she, pretty
modest Rogue, she comes i'th' dark to hide her Blushes- hum, I'm
plaguy eloquent o'th' sudden- who's there? [Whispering.
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