Flaunt.  Your Whores you mean, you Sot you.

Sir Tim.  Nay, triumphant Betty, hear thy poor Timmy.

Flaunt.  My poor Ninny, I’m us’d barbarously, and won’t endure it.

Sir Tim.  I’ve won Money to Night, Betty, to buy thee Clothes—­hum —­hum—­Well said, Frank, towse the little Jilts, they came for that purpose.

Flaunt.  The Devil confound him, what a Prize have I lost by his being here—­my Comfort is, he has not found me out though, but thinks I came to look for him, and accordingly I must dissemble.

Bel.  What’s here?  A Lady all in Tears!

Sir Tim.  An old Acquaintance of mine, that takes it unkindly that I am for Change—­Betty, say so too, you know I can settle nothing till I’m marry’d; and he can do it swingingly, if we can but draw him in.

Flaunt.  This mollifies something, do this, and you’ll make your Peace; if not, you Rascal, your Ears shall pay for this Night’s Transgression.

Sir Tim.  Come hither, Frank, is not this a fine Creature?

Bel.  By Heaven, a very Devil!

Sir Tim.  Come, come, approach her; for if you’ll have a Miss, this has all the good Qualities of one—­go, go Court her, thou art so bashful—­

Bel.  I cannot frame my Tongue to so much Blasphemy, as ’tis to say kind things to her—­I’ll try my Heart though—­Fair Lady—­Damn her, she is not fair—­nor sweet—­nor good—­nor—­something I must say for a beginning.  Come, Lady—­dry your Eyes:  This Man deserves not all the Tears you shed.  —­So—­at last the Devil has got the better of me, And I am enter’d.

Flaunt.  You see, Sir, how miserable we Women are that love you Men.

Bel.  How, did you love him?  Love him against his Will?

Flaunt.  So it seems, Sir.

Bel.  Oh, thou art wretched then indeed; no wonder if he hate thee—­
Does he not curse thee? 
Curse thee till thou art damn’d, as I do lost Diana. [Aside.

Flaunt.  Curse me!  He were not best in my hearing;
Let him do what he will behind my Back. 
What ails the Gentleman?

Bel.  Gods! what an odious thing mere Coupling is! 
A thing which every sensual Animal
Can do as well as we—­but prithee tell me,
Is there nought else between the nobler Creatures?

Flaunt.  Not that I know of, Sir—­ Lord, he’s very silly, or very innocent, I hope he has his Maidenhead; if so, and rich too.  Oh, what a booty were this for me! [Aside.

Bel.  ’Tis wondrous strange;
Why was not I created like the rest,
Wild, and insensible, to fancy all?

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.