If
it were so, you should not dare believe it- [Angrily turns away, he
kneels and holds her. Beau. Forgive me; oh so very well I love, Did I
not know that thou hadst been a Whore, I'd give thee the last proof of
Love- and marry thee. Will. The last indeed- for there's an end of
Loving; Do, marry him, and be curst by all his Family: Marry him, and
ruin him, that he may curse thee too. -But hark ye, Friend, this is
not fair; 'tis drawing Sharps on a Man that's only arm'd with the
defensive Cudgel, I'm for no such dead doing Arguments; if thou art
for me, Child, it must be without the folly, for better for worse;
there's a kind of Nonsense in that Vow Fools only swallow. La Nu. But
when I've worn out all my Youth and Beauty, and suffer'd every ill of
Poverty, I shall be compell'd to begin the World again without a Stock
to set up with. No faith, I'm for a substantial Merchant in Love, who
can repay the loss of Time and Beauty; with whom to make one thriving
Voyage sets me up for ever, and I need never put to Sea again. [Comes
to Beau. Beau. Nor be expos'd to Storms of Poverty, the Indies shall
come to thee- See here- this is the Merchandize my Love affords.
[Gives her a Pearl, and Pendants of Diamond. La Nu. Look ye, Sir, will
not these Pearls do better round my Neck, than those kind Arms of
yours? these Pendants in my Ears, than all the Tales of Love you can
whisper there? Will.
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