Tell me, that I may adore the Spigot, and sacrifice to the Butt: the
   Juice was divine, into which I must dip my Rosary, and then bless all
   things that I would have bold or fortunate. Belv. Well, Sir, let's go
   take a Bottle, and hear the Story of your Success. Fred. Would not
   French Wine do better? Will. Damn the hungry Balderdash; cheerful Sack
   has a generous Virtue in't, inspiring a successful Confidence, gives
   Eloquence to the Tongue, and Vigour to the Soul; and has in a few
   Hours compleated all my Hopes and Wishes. There's nothing left to
   raise a new Desire in me- Come let's be gay and wanton- and,
   Gentlemen, study, study what you want, for here are Friends,- that
   will supply, Gentlemen,- hark! what a charming sound they make- 'tis
   he and she Gold whilst here, shall beget new Pleasures every moment.
   Blunt. But hark ye, Sir, you are not married, are you? Will. All the
   Honey of Matrimony, but none of the Sting, Friend. Blunt.
   'Sheartlikins, thou'rt a fortunate Rogue. Will. I am so, Sir, let
   these inform you.- Ha, how sweetly they chime! Pox of Poverty, it
   makes a Man a Slave, makes Wit and Honour sneak, my Soul grew lean and
   rusty for want of Credit. Blunt. 'Sheartlikins, this I like well, it
   looks like my lucky Bargain! Oh how I long for the Approach of my
   Squire, that is to conduct me to her House again. Why! here's two
   provided for. Fred. By this light y're happy Men. Blunt. Fortune is
   pleased to smile on us, Gentlemen,- to smile on us. Enter Sancho, and
   pulls Blunt by the Sleeve. They go aside. Sancho. Sir, my Lady expects
   you- she has remov'd all that might oppose your Will and Pleasure- and
   is impatient till you come. Blunt. Sir, I'll attend you- Oh the
   happiest Rogue! I'll take no leave, lest they either dog me, or stay
   me. [Ex. with Sancho. Belv. But then the little Gipsy is forgot? Will.
   A Mischief on thee for putting her into my thoughts; I had quite
   forgot her else, and this Night's Debauch had drunk her quite down.
   Hell. Had it so, good Captain? [Claps him on the Back. Will. Ha! I
   hope she did not hear. Hell. What, afraid of such a Champion! Will.
   Oh! you're a fine Lady of your word, are you not? to make a Man
   languish a whole day- Hell. In tedious search of me. Will. Egad,
   Child, thou'rt in the right, hadst thou seen what a melancholy Dog I
   have been ever since I was a Lover, how I have walkt the Streets like
   a Capuchin, with my Hands in my Sleeves- Faith, Sweetheart, thou
   wouldst pity me. Hell. Now, if I should be hang'd, I can't be angry
   with him, he dissembles so heartily- Alas, good Captain, what pains
   you have taken- Now were I ungrateful not to reward so true a Servant.
   Will. Poor Soul! that's kindly said, I see thou bearest a Conscience-
   come then for a beginning shew me thy dear Face. Hell. I'm afraid, my
   small Acquaintance, you have been staying that swinging stomach you
   boasted of this morning; I remember then my little Collation would
   have gone down with you, without the Sauce of a handsom Face- Is your
   Stomach so quesy now? Will. Faith long fasting, Child, spoils a Man's
   Appetite- yet if you durst treat, I could so lay about me still. Hell.
   And would you fall to, before a Priest says Grace. Will. Oh fie, fie,
   what an old out-of-fashion'd thing hast thou nam'd? Thou could'st not
   dash me more out of Countenance, shouldst thou shew me an ugly Face.
   Whilst he is seemingly courting Hellena, enter Angelica, Moretta,
   Biskey, and Sebastian, an in Masquerade: Ang. sees Will. and starts.
   Ang. Heavens, is't he? and passionately fond to see another Woman?
   Moret. What cou'd you expect less from such a Swaggerer? Ang. Expect!
   as much as I paid him, a Heart intire, Which I had pride enough to
   think when e'er I gave It would have rais'd the Man above the Vulgar,
   Made him all Soul, and that all soft and constant. Hell. You see,
   Captain, how willing I am to be Friends with you, till Time and
   Ill-luck make us Lovers; and ask you the Question first, rather than
   put your Modesty to the blush, by asking me: for alas, I know you
   Captains are such strict Men, severe Observers of your Vows to
   Chastity, that 'twill be hard to prevail with your tender Conscience
   to marry a young willing Maid. Will. Do not abuse me, for fear I
   should take thee at thy word, and marry thee indeed, which I'm sure
   will be Revenge sufficient. Hell. O' my Conscience, that will be our
   Destiny, because we are both of one humour; I am as inconstant as you,
   for I have considered, Captain, that a handsom Woman has a great deal
   to do whilst her Face is good, for then is our Harvest-time to gather
   Friends; and should I in these days of my Youth, catch a fit of
   foolish Constancy, I were undone; 'tis loitering by day-light in our
   great Journey: therefore declare, I'll allow but one year for Love,
   one year for Indifference, and one year for Hate- and then- go hang
   your self- for I profess myself the gay, the kind, and the inconstant-
   the Devil's in't if this won't please you. Will. Oh most damnably!- I
   have a Heart with a hole quite thro it too, no Prison like mine to
   keep a Mistress in. Ang. Perjur'd Man! how I believe thee now! [Aside.
   Hell. Well, I see our Business as well as Humours are alike, yours to
   cozen as many Maids as will trust you, and I as many Men as have
   Faith- See if I have not as desperate a lying look, as you can have
   for the heart of you. [Pulls off her Vizard; he starts. -How do you
   like it, Captain? Will. Like it! by Heav'n, I never saw so much
   Beauty. Oh the Charms of those sprightly black Eyes, that strangely
   fair Face, full of Smiles and Dimples! those soft round melting cherry
   Lips! and small even white Teeth! not to be exprest, but silently
   adored!- Oh one Look more, and strike me dumb, or I shall repeat
   nothing else till I am mad. [He seems to court her to pull off her
   Vizard: she refuses. Ang. I can endure no more- nor is it fit to
   interrupt him; for if I do, my Jealousy has so destroy'd my Reason,- I
   shall undo him- Therefore I'll retire. And you Sebastian [To one of
   her Bravoes] follow that Woman, and learn who 'tis; while you tell the
   Fugitive, I would speak to him instantly. [To the other Bravo. [Exit.
   [This while Flor. is talking to Belvile, who stands sullenly. Fred.
   courting Valeria. Val. Prithee, dear Stranger, be not so sullen; for
   tho you have lost your Love, you see my Friend frankly offers you
   hers, to play with in the mean time. Belv. Faith, Madam I am sorry I
   can't play at her Game. Fred. Pray leave your Intercession, and mind
   your own Affair, they'll better agree apart; he's a model Sigher in
   Company, but alone no Woman escapes him. Flor. Sure he does but rally-
   yet if it should be true- I'll tempt him farther- Believe me, noble
   Stranger, I'm no common Mistress- and for a little proof on't- wear
   this Jewel- nay, take it, Sir, 'tis right, and Bills of Exchange may