So- I am deceiv'd- deal on for Trash- and barter
all thy Joys of Life for Baubles- this Night presents me one Adventure
more- I'll try thee once again, inconstant Fortune; and if thou
fail'st me then- I will forswear thee [Aside.] Death, hadst thou lov'd
my Friend for his own Value, I had esteem'd thee; but when his Youth
and Beauty cou'd not plead, to be the mercenary Conquest of his
Presents, was poor, below thy Wit: I cou'd have conquer'd so, but I
scorn thee at that rate- my Purse shall never be my Pimp- Farewel,
Harry. Beau. Thou'st sham'd me out of Folly- stay- Will. Faith- I have
an Assignation with a Woman- a Woman Friend! young as the infant-day,
and sweet as Roses e'er the Morning Sun have kiss'd their Dew away.
She will not ask me Money neither. La Nu. Hah! stay- [Holds him, and
looks on him. Beau. She loves him, and her Eyes betray her Heart.
Will. I am not for your turn, Child- Death I shall lose my Mistress
fooling here- I must be gone. [She holds him, he shakes his Head and
sings. No, no, I will not hire your Bed, Nor Tenant to your Favours
be; I will not farm your White and Red, You shall not let your Love to
me: I court a Mistress- not a Landlady. [bis. Beau. He's in the right;
and shall I waste my Youth and powerful Fortune on one who all this
while has jilted me, seeing I was a lavish loving Fool?- No- this Soul
and Body shall not be divided- [Gives her to Will.
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