Then come, my Dear, let Pleasure now delight us:
  Th’ old Hag is gone, & will no more affright-us.

Bawd. Why now it is as’t shou’d be:  Such a brisk Wench as this is, makes young Blood boyl within your Veins again.  Then what shou’d hinder you from the enjoying of each other.  For my part, tho’ I’m past it, I love the Sport still, and take pleasure in seeing others do it:  And therefore while you take a Touch together, I’ll drink your Healths in good Canary here.  I am glad to see that you are both so brisk, and meet each other with such equal Flames; it does me good methinks to see the Trade go forward:  Nay, I be’nt so much past it neither, but I could serve a man upon occasion, and take a Touch or two as well as one that’s younger; for I know what belongs to’t pretty well.—­Well Master, I am sure you have found what I Promis’d you, when I first brought you two together:  I must likewise own that I have tasted of your Bounty:  And therefore cannot but rejoyce that you are thus deliver’d from that Old Witch that kept you from enjoying of your Pleasures with that delight and freedom as you may do now.

Thus did these wicked Wretches Triumph over the Ashes of a vertuous Woman; and made a Cully of the Poor Prodigal her Husband:  From whom they now commanded what they pleas’d:  And for a time went on so; for as long as he could find ’em Money, all was well; but when he had Morgag’d his Estate twice over, and had spent all his Money, that he could help ’em to no more, the case was so far alter’d that he was then refus’d to be admited into their Company.  For tho before he was her Chuck and Dear, and she wou’d never forsake him; yet when his Money was all gone, she took new Lodgings at the other End of the Town, where he cou’d never find her.  And when he went to see the Bawd, that she might tell him where she was, she had forsaken her old Quarters to, and he no more knew where to find her then he did his Trull.  His Children were took care of by his Wife’s Relations, or else they must have gone a begging.  Whilst he being threatned with a Goal for Mortgaging his Lands twice over, was fain to Skulk about, and to play least in sight:  Thus he that but a while ago profusely spent his Money on a Whore, was now reduc’d to that condition that he wanted Bread:  Whilst both the Bawd and Whore which he had wasted all upon, forsook him without so much as minding what became of him; but left him poor and penniless, to seek his Bread where he could get it.  And thus deserted by the Whore, and hated by all honest People, and haunted by a guilty self-accusing Conscience, he became a Burthen to himself:  Cursing the Day in which he harkned to the Bawd’s Insinuations, by whose means he was thus drawn in, to ruine both himself and all his Family:  And being almost starv’d for want of Sustenance, o’er-come with Grief and black Despair, he dy’d.

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