Volume I Part 49 (1/2)

_La Nu._ So had you need. I should have guest the first by your pertness; for your saucy thing of Quality acts the Man as impudently at fourteen, as another at thirty: nor is there any thing so hateful as to hear it talk of Love, Women and Drinking; nay, to see it marry too at that Age, and get itself a Play-fellow in its Son and Heir.

_Aria._ This Satyr on my Youth shall never put me out of countenance, or make me think you wish me one day older; and egad, I'll warrant them that tries me, shall find me ne'er an hour too young.

_La Nu._ You mistake my Humour, I hate the Person of a fair conceited Boy.

Enter _Willmore_ drest, singing.

_Will._ _Vole, vole dans cette Cage, Pet.i.te Oyseau dans cet bocage._ --How now, Fool, where's the Doctor?

_s.h.i.+ft._ A little busy, Sir.

_Will._ Call him, I am in haste, and come to cheapen the Price of Monster.

_s.h.i.+ft._ As how, Sir?

_Will._ In an honourable way, I will lawfully marry one of 'em, and have pitcht upon the Giant; I'll bid as fair as any Man.

_s.h.i.+ft._ No doubt but you will speed, Sir: please you, Sir, to walk in.

_Will._ I'll follow-- _Vole, vole dans cette Cage_, &c.

_Luc._ Why,'tis the Captain, Madam-- [Aside to _Aria._

_La Nu._ Hah-- marry-- harkye, Sir,-- a word, pray.

[As he is going out she pulls him.

_Will._ Your Servant, Madam, your Servant-- _Vole, vole_, &c.

[Puts his Hat off carelesly, and walks by, going out.

_Luc._ And to be marry'd, mark that.

_Aria._ Then there's one doubt over, I'm glad he is not married.

_La Nu._ Come back-- Death, I shall burst with Anger-- this Coldness blows my Flame, which if once visible, makes him a Tyrant--

_Will._ Fool, what's a Clock, fool? this noise hinders me from hearing it strike.

[Shakes his Pockets, and walks up and down.

_La Nu. _ A blessed sound, if no Hue and Cry pursue it.-- what-- you are resolv'd then upon this notable Exploit?

_Will._ What Exploit, good Madam?

_La Nu._ Why, marrying of a Monster, and an ugly Monster.

_Will._ Yes faith, Child, here stands the bold Knight, that singly, and unarm'd, designs to enter the List with _Thogogandiga_ the Giant; a good Sword will defend a worse cause than an ugly Wife. I know no danger worse than fighting for my Living, and I have don't this dozen years for Bread.

_La Nu._ This is the common trick of all Rogues, when they have done an ill thing to face it out.

_Will._ An ill thing-- your Pardon, Sweet-heart, compare it but to Banishment, a frozen Sentry with brown George and _Spanish_ Pay; and if it be not better to be Master of a Monster, than Slave to a d.a.m.n'd Commonwealth-- I submit-- and since my Fortune has thrown this good in my way--