But to be a Woman, to be courted
with Presents, and have both the Pleasure and the Profit- to be
without a Beard, and sing a fine Treble- and squeak if the Men but
kiss me- 'twere fine- and what's better, am sure never to be beaten
again. Blunt. Pox on't, do not use an old Friend so scurvily; consider
the Misery thou'lt indure to have the Heart and Mind of a jilting
Whore possess thee: What a Fit of the Devil must he suffer who acts
her Part from fourteen to fourscore! No, 'tis resolv'd thou remain
Nicholas Fetherfool still, shalt marry the Monster, and laugh at
Fortune. Feth. 'Tis true, should I turn Whore to the Disgrace of my
Family- what would the World say? who wou'd have thought it, cries
one? I cou'd never have believ'd it, cries another. No, as thou
say'st, I'll remain as I am- marry and live honestly. Blunt. Well
resolv'd, I'll leave you, for I was just going to serenade my Fairy
Queen, when I met thee at the Door- some Deeds of Gallantry must be
perform'd, Seignior, Bonus Nochus. [Ex. Blunt. Enter Shift with Light.
Feth. Hah, a Light, undone! Harl. Patientia, Patientia, Seignior.
Shift. Where the Devil can this Rogue Hunt be? Just now all things are
ready for marrying these two Monsters; they wait, the House is husht,
and in the lucky Minute to have him out of the way: sure the Devil
owes me a spite.
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