Volume Iii Part 64 (1/2)

_Bea_. Very scurvily, that is to say, be always fas.h.i.+onably drunk, despise the Tyranny of your Bed, and reign absolutely--keep a Seraglio of Women, and let my b.a.s.t.a.r.d Issue inherit; be seen once a Quarter, or so, with you in the Park for Countenance, where we loll two several ways in the gilt Coach like _Ja.n.u.s_, or a Spread-Eagle.

_Dia_. And do you expect I shou'd be honest the while?

_Bea_. Heaven forbid, not I, I have not met with that Wonder in all my Travels.

L. _Ful_. How, Sir, not an honest Woman?

_Bea_. Except my Lady Aunt--Nay, as I am a Gentleman and the first of my Family--you shall pardon me, here--cuff me, cuff me soundly.

[_Kneels to her_.

_Enter_ Gayman _richly drest_.

_Gay_. This Love's a d.a.m.n'd bewitching thing--Now though I should lose my a.s.signation with my Devil, I cannot hold from seeing _Julia_ to night: hah--there, and with a Fop at her Feet.--Oh Vanity of Woman!

[_Softly pulls her_.

L. _Ful_. Oh, Sir, you're welcome from _Northamptons.h.i.+re_.

_Gay_. Hum--surely she knows the Cheat. [_Aside_.

L. _Ful_. You are so gay, you save me, Sir, the labour of asking if your Uncle be alive.

_Gay_. Pray Heaven she have not found my Circ.u.mstances!

But if she have, Confidence must a.s.sist me-- [_Aside_.

--And, Madam, you're too gay for me to inquire Whether you are that _Julia_ which I left you?

L. _Ful_. Oh, doubtless, Sir--

_Gay_. But why the Devil do I ask--Yes, you are still the same; one of those hoiting Ladies, that love nothing like Fool and Fiddle; Crouds of Fops; had rather be publickly, though dully, flatter'd, than privately ador'd: you love to pa.s.s for the Wit of the Company, by talking all and loud.

L. _Ful_. Rail on, till you have made me think my Virtue at so low Ebb, it should submit to you.

_Gay_. What--I'm not discreet enough; I'll babble all in my next high Debauch, Boast of your Favours, and describe your Charms To every wis.h.i.+ng Fool.

L. _Ful_. Or make most filthy Verses of me-- Under the name of _Cloris_--you _Philander_, Who in leud Rhimes confess the dear Appointment; What Hour, and where, how silent was the Night, How full of Love your Eyes, and wis.h.i.+ng mine.

Faith, no; if you can afford me a Lease of your Love, Till the old Gentleman my Husband depart this wicked World, I'm for the Bargain.

Sir _Cau_. Hum--what's here, a young Spark at my Wife?

[_Goes about 'em_.

_Gay_. Unreasonable _Julia_, is that all, My Love, my Sufferings, and my Vows must hope?

Set me an Age--say when you will be kind, And I will languish out in starving Wish: But thus to gape for Legacies of Love, Till Youth be past Enjoyment, The Devil I will as soon--farewel.

[_Offers to go_.

L. _Ful_. Stay, I conjure you stay.

_Gay_. And lose my a.s.signation with my Devil. [_Aside_.