Dia.  He sighs and turns away—­am I again defeated?  Surely I am not fair, or Man’s insensible.

Friend.  She knows me not—­
And ’twas discreetly done to change my Shape: 
For Woman is a strange fantastick Creature;
And where before, I cou’d not gain a Smile,
Thus I may win her Heart. [Aside. 
—­Say, Madam, can you love a Man that dies for you?

Dia.  The way to gain me, is to fight with Bellmour. 
Tell him from me you come, the wrong’d Diana;
Tell him you have an Interest in my Heart,
Equal to that which I have made in yours.

Friend.  I’ll do’t; I will not ask your Reason, but obey.  Swear e’er I go, that when I have perform’d it, You’ll render me Possession of your Heart.

Dia.  By all the Vows that Heaven ties Hearts together with, I’ll be entirely yours.

Friend.  And I’ll not be that conscientious Fool,
To stop at Blessings ’cause they are not lawful;
But take ’em up, when Heaven has thrown ’em down,
Without the leave of a Religious Ceremony. [Aside. 
Madam, this House, which I am Master of,
You shall command; whilst I go seek this Bellmour.

Dia.  But e’er you go, I must inform you why I do pursue him with my just Revenge.

Friend.  I will attend, and hear impatiently.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. A Baudy House.

Enter Mrs.  Driver and Betty Flauntit.

Flaunt. Driver, prithee call for a Glass, that I may set my self in order, before I go up; for really my Knight has not been at home all this Night, and I am so confus’d—­

    Enter one with a Glass, and two Wenches, Jenny and Doll.

Lord, Mrs. Driver, I wonder you shou’d send for me, when other Women are in Company; you know of all things in the World, I hate Whores, they are the pratingst leudest poor Creatures in Nature; and I wou’d not, for any thing, Sir Timothy shou’d know that I keep Company, ’twere enough to lose him.

Mrs. Driv.  Truly, Mrs. Flauntit, this young Squire that you were Sent to for, has two or three Persons more with him that must be accommodated too.

Flaunt. Driver, though I do recreate my self a little sometimes, yet you know I value my Reputation and Honour.

Jenny.  Mrs. Driver, why shou’d you send for us where Flauntit is? a stinking proud Flirt, who because she has a tawdry Petticoat, I warrant you, will think her self so much above us, when if she were set out in her own natural Colours, and her original Garments, wou’d be much below us in Beauty.

Mrs. Driv.  Look ye, Mrs. Jenny, I know you, and I know Mrs. Flauntit; but ’tis not Beauty or Wit that takes now-a-days; the Age is altered since I took upon me this genteel Occupation:  but ’tis a fine Petticoat, right Points, and clean Garnitures, that does me Credit, and takes the Gallant, though on a stale Woman.  And again, Mrs. Jenny, she’s kept, and Men love as much for Malice, as for Lechery, as they call it.  Oh, ’tis a great Mover to Joy, as they say, to have a Woman that’s kept.