Volume Iii Part 19 (2/2)

_Flaunt_. Come, Sir, you must learn to be gay, to sing, to dance, and talk of any thing, and fancy any thing that's in your way too.

_Bel_. Oh, I can towse, and ruffle, like any Leviathan, when I begin-- Come, prove my Vigor. [_Towses her_.

_Flaunt_. Oh, Lord, Sir! You tumble all my Garniture.

_Bel_. There's Gold to buy thee more--

_Flaunt_. Oh, sweet Sir--wou'd my Knight were hang'd, so I were well rid of him now--Well, Sir, I swear you are the most agreeable Person--

_Bel_. Am I?--let us be more familiar then--I'll kiss thy Hand, thy Breast, thy Lips--and--

_Flaunt_. All--you please, Sir--

_Bel_. A tractable Sinner! [_Offers to kiss her_.

Faugh--how she smells--had I approach'd so near divine _Celinda_, what A natural Fragrancy had sent it self through all my ravisht Senses!

[_Aside_.

_Flaunt_. The Man's extasy'd, sure, I shall take him.

Come, Sir, you're sad.

_Bel_. As Angels fall'n from the Divine Abode, And now am lighted on a very h.e.l.l!

--But this is not the way to thrive in Wickedness; I must rush on to Ruin--Come, fair Mistress, Will you not shew me some of your Arts of Love?

For I am very apt to learn of Beauty--G.o.ds-- What is't I negotiate for?--a Woman!

Making a Bargain to possess a Woman!

Oh, never, never!

_Flaunt_. The Man is in love, that's certain--as I was saying, Sir--

_Bel_. Be gone, Repentance! Thou needless Goodness, Which if I follow, canst lead me to no Joys.

Come, tell me the Price of all your Pleasures.

Sir _Tim_. Look you, Mistress, I am but a Country Knight.

Yet I shou'd be glad of your farther Acquaintance.

--Pray, who may that Lady be--

_Driv_. Who, Mrs. Flaunt.i.t, Sir?

Sir _Tim_. Ay, she: she's tearing fine, by Fortune.

_Driv_. I'll a.s.sure you, Sir, she's kept, and is a great Rarity, but to a Friend, or so--

Sir _Tim_. Hum--kept--pray, by whom?

_Driv_. Why, a silly Knight, Sir, that--

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