[Ex. all the Women except Lucetta. Fred. Do you know the Hand? Belv.
   'Tis Florinda's. All Blessings fall upon the virtuous Maid. Fred. Nay,
   no Idolatry, a sober Sacrifice I'll allow you. Belv. Oh Friends! the
   welcom'st News, the softest Letter!- nay, you shall see it; and could
   you now be serious, I might be made the happiest Man the Sun shines
   on. Will. The Reason of this mighty Joy. Belv. See how kindly she
   invites me to deliver her from the threaten'd Violence of her Brother-
   will you not assist me? Will. I know not what thou mean'st, but I'll
   make one at any Mischief where a Woman's concern'd- but she'll be
   grateful to us for the Favour, will she not? Belv. How mean you? Will.
   How should I mean? Thou know'st there's but one way for a Woman to
   oblige me. Belv. Don't prophane- the Maid is nicely virtuous. Will.
   Who pox, then she's fit for nothing but a Husband; let her e'en go,
   Colonel. Fred. Peace, she's the Colonel's Mistress, Sir. Will. Let her
   be the Devil; if she be thy Mistress, I'll serve her- name the way.
   Belv. Read here this Postcript. [Gives him a Letter. Will. [Reads.] At
   Ten at night- at the Garden-Gate- of which, if I cannot get the Key, I
   will contrive a way over the Wall- come attended with a Friend or
   two.- Kind heart, if we three cannot weave a String to let her down a
   Garden-Wall, 'twere pity but the Hangman wove one for us all. Fred.
   Let her alone for that: your Woman's Wit, your fair kind Woman, will
   out-trick a Brother or a Jew, and contrive like a Jesuit in Chains-
   but see, Ned Blunt is stoln out after the Lure of a Damsel. [Ex. Blunt
   and Lucet. Belv. So he'll scarce find his way home again, unless we
   get him cry'd by the Bell-man in the Market-place, and 'twou'd sound
   prettily- a lost English Boy of Thirty. Fred. I hope 'tis some common
   crafty Sinner, one that will fit him; it may be she'll sell him for
   Peru, the Rogue's sturdy and would work well in a Mine; at least I
   hope she'll dress him for our Mirth; cheat him of all, then have him
   well-favour'dly bang'd, and turn'd out naked at Midnight. Will.
   Prithee what Humor is he of, that you wish him so well? Belv. Why, of
   an English Elder Brother's Humour, educated in a Nursery, with a Maid
   to tend him till Fifteen, and lies with his Grand-mother till he's of
   Age; one that knows no Pleasure beyond riding to the next Fair, or
   going up to London with his right Worshipful Father in
   Parliament-time; wearing gay Clothes, or making honourable Love to his
   Lady Mother's Landry-Maid; gets drunk at a Hunting-Match, and ten to
   one then gives some Proofs of his Prowess- A pox upon him, he's our
   Banker, and has all our Cash about him, and if he fail we are all
   broke. Fred. Oh let him alone for that matter, he's of a damn'd stingy
   Quality, that will secure our Stock. I know not in what Danger it were
   indeed, if the Jilt should pretend she's in love with him, for 'tis a
   kind believing Coxcomb; otherwise if he part with more than a Piece of
   Eight- geld him: for which offer he may chance to be beaten, if she be
   a Whore of the first Rank. Belv. Nay the Rogue will not be easily
   beaten, he's stout enough; perhaps if they talk beyond his Capacity,
   he may chance to exercise his Courage upon some of them; else I'm sure
   they'll find it as difficult to beat as to please him. Will. 'Tis a
   lucky Devil to light upon so kind a Wench! Fred. Thou hadst a great
   deal of talk with thy little Gipsy, coud'st thou do no good upon her?
   for mine was hard-hearted. Will. Hang her, she was some damn'd honest
   Person of Quality, I'm sure, she was so very free and witty. If her
   Face be but answerable to her Wit and Humour, I would be bound to
   Constancy this Month to gain her. In the mean time have you made no
   kind Acquaintance since you came to Town?- You do not use to be honest
   so long, Gentlemen. Fred. Faith Love has kept us honest, we have been
   all fir'd with a Beauty newly come to Town, the famous Paduana
   Angelica Bianca. Will. What, the Mistress of the dead Spanish General?
   Belv. Yes, she's now the only ador'd Beauty of all the Youth in
   Naples, who put on all their Charms to appear lovely in her sight,
   their Coaches, Liveries, and themselves, all gay, as on a Monarch's
   Birth-Day, to attract the Eyes of this fair Charmer, while she has the
   Pleasure to behold all languish for her that see her. Fred. 'Tis
   pretty to see with how much Love the Men regard her, and how much Envy
   the Women. Will. What Gallant has she? Belv. None, she's exposed to
   Sale, and four Days in the Week she's yours- for so much a Month.
   Will. The very Thought of it quenches all manner of Fire in me- yet
   prithee let's see her. Belv. Let's first to Dinner, and after that
   we'll pass the Day as you please- but at Night ye must all be at my
   Devotion. Will. I will not fail you. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. The
   Long Street. Enter Belvile and Frederick in Masquing-Habits, and
   Willmore in his own Clothes, with a Vizard in his Hand. Will. But why
   thus disguis'd and muzzl'd? Belv. Because whatever Extravagances we
   commit in these Faces, our own may not be oblig'd to answer 'em. Will.
   I should have chang'd my Eternal Buff too: but no matter, my little
   Gipsy wou'd not have found me out then: for if she should change hers,
   it is impossible I should know her, unless I should hear her prattle-
   A Pox on't, I cannot get her out of my Head: Pray Heaven, if ever I do
   see her again, she prove damnable ugly, that I may fortify my self
   against her Tongue. Belv. Have a care of Love, for o' my conscience
   she was not of a Quality to give thee any hopes. Will. Pox on 'em, why
   do they draw a Man in then? She has play'd with my Heart so, that
   'twill never lie still till I have met with some kind Wench, that will
   play the Game out with me- Oh for my Arms full of soft, white, kind-
   Woman! such as I fancy Angelica. Belv. This is her House, if you were
   but in stock to get admittance; they have not din'd yet; I perceive
   the Picture is not out. Enter Blunt. Will. I long to see the Shadow of
   the fair Substance, a Man may gaze on that for nothing. Blunt.
   Colonel, thy Hand- and thine, Fred. I have been an Ass, a deluded
   Fool, a very Coxcomb from my Birth till this Hour, and heartily repent
   my little Faith. Belv. What the Devil's the matter with thee Ned?
   Blunt. Oh such a Mistress, Fred. such a Girl! Will. Ha! where? Fred.
   Ay where! Blunt. So fond, so amorous, so toying and fine! and all for
   sheer Love, ye Rogue! Oh how she lookt and kiss'd! and sooth'd my
   Heart from my Bosom. I cannot think I was awake, and yet methinks I
   see and feel her Charms still- Fred.- Try if she have not left the
   Taste of her balmy Kisses upon my Lips- [Kisses him. Belv. Ha, ha, ha!
   Will. Death Man, where is she? Blunt. What a Dog was I to stay in dull
   England so long- How have I laught at the Colonel when he sigh'd for
   Love! but now the little Archer has reveng'd him, and by his own Dart,