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Willmore and La Nuche by dark. Will. Thou art all Charms, a Heaven of
Sweets all over, plump smooth round Limbs, small rising Breasts, a
Bosom soft and panting- I long to wound each Sense. Lights there- who
waits?- there yet remains a Pleasure unpossest, the sight of that dear
Face- Lights there- where are my Vermin? [Ex. Will. Aria. My Captain
with a Woman- and is it so- Enter Will. with Lights, sees Aria. and
goes to her. Will. By Heaven, a glorious Beauty! now a Blessing on
thee for shewing me so dear a Face- Come, Child, let's retire and
begin where we left off. La Nu. A Woman! Aria. Where we left off!
pray, where was that, good Captain? Will. Within upon the Bed, Child-
come- I'll show thee. Beau. Hold, Sir. Will. Beaumond! come fit to
celebrate my Happiness; ah such a Woman-friend! Beau. Do ye know her?
Will. All o'er, to be the softest sweetest Creature- Beau. I mean, do
ye know who she is? Will. Nor care; 'tis the last Question I ever ask
a fine Woman. Beau. And you are sure you are thus well acquainted.
Will. I cannot boast of much acquaintance- but I have pluckt a Rose
from her Bosom- or so- and given it her again- we've past the hour of
the Berjere together, that's all- Beau. And do you know- this Lady is
my- Wife? [Draw. Will. Hah! hum, hum, hum, hum- [Turns and sings, sees
La Nuche, and returns quick with an uneasy Grimace.
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