I can guess at all his Joys, which then I took for Fancies, mere
   Dreams and Fables- Well, I'm resolved to sell all in Essex, and plant
   here for ever. Belv. What a Blessing 'tis, thou hast a Mistress thou
   dar'st boast of; for I know thy Humour is rather to have a proclaim'd
   Clap, than a secret Amour. Will. Dost know her Name? Blunt. Her Name?
   No, 'sheartlikins: what care I for Names?- She's fair, young, brisk
   and kind, even to ravishment: and what a Pox care I for knowing her by
   another Title? Will. Didst give her anything? Blunt. Give her!- Ha,
   ha, ha! why, she's a Person of Quality- That's a good one, give her!
   'sheartlikins dost think such Creatures are to be bought? Or are we
   provided for such a Purchase? Give her, quoth ye? Why she presented me
   with this Bracelet, for the Toy of a Diamond I us'd to wear: No,
   Gentlemen, Ned Blunt not every Body- She expects me again to night.
   Will. Egad that's well; we'll all go. Blunt. Not a Soul: No,
   Gentlemen, you are Wits; I am a dull Country Rogue, I. Fred. Well,
   Sir, for all your Person of Quality, I shall be very glad to
   understand your Purse be secure; 'tis our whole Estate at present,
   which we are loth to hazard in one Bottom: come, Sir, unload. Blunt.
   Take the necessary Trifle, useless now to me, that am belov'd by such
   a Gentlewoman- 'sheartlikins Money! Here take mine too. Fred. No, keep
   that to be cozen'd, that we may laugh. Will. Cozen'd! - Death! wou'd I
   cou'd meet with one, that wou'd cozen me of all the Love I cou'd spare
   to night. Fred. Pox 'tis some common Whore upon my Life. Blunt. A
   Whore! yes with such Clothes! such Jewels! such a House! such
   Furniture, and so attended! a Whore! Belv. Why yes, Sir, they are
   Whores, tho they'll neither entertain you with Drinking, Swearing, or
   Baudy; are Whores in all those gay Clothes, and right Jewels; are
   Whores with great Houses richly furnisht with Velvet Beds, Store of
   Plate, handsome Attendance, and fine Coaches, are Whores and errant
   ones. Will. Pox on't, where do these fine Whores live? Belv. Where no
   Rogue in Office yclep'd Constables dare give 'em laws, nor the
   Wine-inspired Bullies of the Town break their Windows; yet they are
   Whores, tho this Essex Calf believe them Persons of Quality. Blunt.
   'Sheartlikins, y'are all Fools, there are things about this Essex
   Calf, that shall take with the Ladies, beyond all your Wits and Parts-
   This Shape and Size, Gentlemen, are not to be despis'd; my Waste
   tolerably long, with other inviting Signs, that shall be nameless.
   Will. Egad I believe he may have met with some Person of Quality that
   may be kind to him. Belv. Dost thou perceive any such tempting things
   about him, should make a fine Woman, and of Quality, pick him out from
   all Mankind, to throw away her Youth and Beauty upon, nay, and her
   dear Heart too?- no, no, Angelica has rais'd the Price too high. Will.
   May she languish for Mankind till she die, and be damn'd for that one
   Sin alone. Enter two Bravoes, and hang up a great Picture of
   Angelica's, against the Balcony, and two little ones at each side of
   the Door. Belv. See there the fair Sign to the Inn, where a Man may
   lodge that's Fool enough to give her Price. [Will. gazes on the
   Picture. Blunt. 'Sheartlikins, Gentlemen, what's this? Belv. A famous
   Curtezan that's to be sold. Blunt. How! to be sold! nay then I have
   nothing to say to her- sold! what Impudence is practis'd in this
   Country?- With Order and Decency Whoring's established here by virtue
   of the Inquisition- Come let's be gone, I'm sure we're no Chapmen for
   this Commodity. Fred. Thou art none, I'm sure, unless thou could'st
   have her in thy Bed at the Price of a Coach in the Street. Will. How
   wondrous fair she is- a Thousand Crowns a Month- by Heaven as many
   Kingdoms were too little. A plague of this Poverty- of which I ne'er
   complain, but when it hinders my Approach to Beauty, which Virtue
   ne'er could purchase. [Turns from the Picture. Blunt. What's this?-
   [Reads] A Thousand Crowns a Month! -'Sheartlikins, here's a Sum! sure
   'tis a mistake. -Hark you, Friend, does she take or give so much by
   the Month! Fred. A Thousand Crowns! Why, 'tis a Portion for the
   Infanta. Blunt. Hark ye, Friends, won't she trust? Brav. This is a
   Trade, Sir, that cannot live by Credit. Enter Don Pedro in Masquerade,
   follow'd Stephano. Belv. See, here's more Company, let's walk off a
   while. [Pedro Reads. [Exeunt English. Enter Angelica and Moretta in
   the Balcony, and draw a Silk Curtain. Ped. Fetch me a Thousand Crowns,
   I never wish to buy this Beauty at an easier Rate. [Passes off. Ang.
   Prithee what said those Fellows to thee? Brav. Madam, the first were
   Admirers of Beauty only, but no purchasers; they were merry with your
   Price and Picture, laught at the Sum, and so past off. Ang. No matter,
   I'm not displeas'd with their rallying; their Wonder feeds my Vanity,
   and he that wishes to buy, gives me more Pride, than he that gives my
   Price can make me Pleasure. Brav. Madam, the last I knew thro all his
   disguises to be Don Pedro, Nephew to the General, and who was with him
   in Pampelona. Ang. Don Pedro! my old Gallant's Nephew! When his Uncle
   dy'd, he left him a vast Sum of Money; it is he who was so in love
   with me at Padua, and who us'd to make the General so jealous. Moret.
   Is this he that us'd to prance before our Window and take such care to
   shew himself an amorous Ass? if I am not mistaken, he is the likeliest
   Man to give your Price. Ang. The Man is brave and generous, but of an
   Humour so uneasy and inconstant that the victory over his Heart is as
   soon lost as won; a Slave that can add little to the Triumph of the
   Conqueror: but inconstancy's the Sin of all Mankind, therefore I'm
   resolv'd that nothing but Gold shall charm my Heart. Moret. I'm glad
   on't; 'tis only interest that Women of our Profession ought to
   consider: tho I wonder what has kept you from that general Disease of
   our Sex so long, I mean that of being in love. Ang. A kind, but sullen
   Star, under which I had the Happiness to be born; yet I have had no
   time for Love; the bravest and noblest of Mankind have purchas'd my
   Favours at so dear a Rate, as if no Coin but Gold were current with
   our Trade- But here's Don Pedro again, fetch me my Lute- for 'tis for
   him or Don Antonio the Vice-Roy's Son, that I have spread my Nets.
   Enter at one Door Don Pedro, and Stephano; Don Antonio and Diego [his
   page], at the other Door, with People following him in Masquerade,
   antickly attir'd, some with Musick: they both go up to the Picture.
   Ant. A thousand Crowns! had not the Painter flatter'd her, I should
   not think it dear. Pedro. Flatter'd her! by Heaven he cannot. I have
   seen the Original, nor is there one Charm here more than adorns her
   Face and Eyes; all this soft and sweet, with a certain languishing
   Air, that no Artist can represent. Ant. What I heard of her Beauty