Alcan.  Pox on’t, this Change will spoil our making Love,
We must be sad, and follow the Court-Mode: 
My life on’t, you’ll see desperate doings here;
The Eagle will not part so with his Prey;
Erminia was not gain’d so easily,
To be resign’d so tamely.—­But come, my Lord,
This will not satisfy our appetites,
Let’s in to Dinner, and when warm with Wine,
We shall be fitter for a new Design.

[They go out.  Fal. stays.

Fal.  Now am I in a very fine condition,
A comfortable one, as I take it: 
I have ventur’d my Life to some purpose now;
What confounded luck was this, that he of all men
Living, should happen to be my Rival? 
Well, I’ll go visit Aminta, and see how
She receives me.—­
Why, where a duce hast thou dispos’d of Enter Labree. 
Thy self all this day?  I will be bound to be
Hang’d if thou hast not a hankering after
Some young Wench; thou couldst never loiter
Thus else; but I’ll forgive thee now, and prithee go to
My Lady Aminta’s Lodgings; kiss her hand
From me; and tell her, I am just returned from
The Campain:  mark that word, Sirrah.

Lab.  I shall, Sir, ’tis truth.

Fal.  Well, that’s all one; but if she should
Demand any thing concerning me, (for
Love’s inquisitive) dost hear? as to my Valour, or so,
Thou understand’st me; tell her
I acted as a man that pretends to the glory of
Serving her.

Lab.  I warrant you, Sir, for a Speech.

Fal.  Nay, thou mayst speak as well too much
As too little; have a care of that, dost hear? 
And if she ask what Wounds I have, dost mind me? 
Tell her I have many, very many.

Lab.  But whereabouts, Sir?

Fal.  Let me see—­let me see; I know not where To place them—­I think in my Face.

Lab.  By no means, Sir, you had much better Have them in your Posteriors:  for then the Ladies Can never disprove you; they’ll not look there.

Fal.  The sooner, you Fool, for the Rarity on’t.

Lab.  Sir, the Novelty is not so great, I assure you.

Fal.  Go to, y’are wicked; But I will have them in my Face.

Lab.  With all my heart, Sir, but how?

Fal.  I’ll wear a patch or two there, and I’ll Warrant you for pretending as much as any man; And who, you Fool, shall know the fallacy?

Lab.  That, Sir, will all that know you, both in the Court and Camp.

Fal.  Mark me, Labree, once for all; if thou takest
Delight continually thus to put me in mind of
My want of Courage, I shall undoubtedly
Fall foul on thee, and give thee most fatal proofs
Of more than thou expectest.

Lab.  Nay, Sir, I have done, and do believe ’tis only I dare say you are a man of Prowess.