La Nu. Oh you're a
pretty Lover, a Woman's like to have a sweet time on't, if you're
always so tedious. Will. By yon bright Star-light, Child, I walk'd
here in short turns like a Centinel, all this live-long Evening, and
was just going (Gad forgive me) to kill my self. La Nu. I rather think
some Beauty has detain'd you: Have you not seen La Nuche? Will. La
Nuche!- Why, she's a Whore- I hope you take me for a civiller Person,
than to throw my self away on Whores- No, Child, I lie with none but
honest Women I: but no disputing now, come- to my Lodging, my dear-
here's a Chair waits hard by. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Willmore's Lodging.
Enter Harlequin with Fetherfool's Clothes on his Shoulder, leading him
halting by one Hand, Blunt (drunk) by the other in the dark;
Fetherfool bloody, his Coat put over his Shoulders. Feth. Peano,
Peano, Seignior, gently, good Edward- for I'll not halt before a
Cripple; I have lost a great part of my agil Faculties. Blunt. Ah, see
the Inconstancy of fickle Fortune, Nicholas- A Man to day, and beaten
to morrow: but take comfort, there's many a proper fellow has been
robb'd and beaten on this Highway of whoring. Feth. Ay, Ned, thou
speak'st by woful Experience- but that I should miscarry after thy
wholesom Documents- but we are all mortal, as thou say'st, Ned- Would
I had never crost the Ferry from Croydon; a few such Nights as these
wou'd learn a Man Experience enough to be a Wizard, if he have but the
ill luck to escape hanging.
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