Before I proceed, pray tell me the Price of that Diamond Ring you wear upon your Finger: Why what wou’d you do with that, replies the Beau; I woud’nt part with my Ring for an hundred Guineas, for it cost me above Four-score, and I had a great Peniworth in it; and if you’d have me to give her that, this is all Trick and Cheat; and I am only Funn’d out of five Guineas for nothing. Why so hasty, says the Bawd? I design no such matter; but you won’t hear me out. Go to the Goldsmith, and tell him you are disappointed of a Bill that you expected out of the Country, and that you have a Present occasion for fifty Guineas, which you must desire him to let you have, and you’ll leave him that Ring as a pledge in the mean time; and that as soon as your Bill comes to Town, which you expect every day, you’ll pay him again. This is a kindness he won’t deny you, because he runs no hazzard in it, and thereby he obliges a Customer. When you have got these fifty Guineas, take the first opportunity to discourse your Mistress; if you find she’ll do’t for Love, your Money’s sav’d, and you have nothing else to do but enjoy her: But if the Jade be mercenary, as I dare say she is, you must tempt her with Gold; and that you may be sure to make her bite, give her the fifty Guineas that you borrow’d of her Husband.—A Pox take ye, for an Old Bitch, says he, in a kind of Passion; is this the way to bring me off for nothing?—You are too hasty still, replyes the Bawd; let me have done first, and then talk your Pleasure: Do, as I say; give her the fifty Guineas; and when you have enjoy’d her stay with her, either in the Chamber, or the Shop, until her Husband does come in: And when you see him, tell him you have receiv’d the Bill that you expected, and have brought the fifty Guineas that you borrow’d of him, and paid it to his Wife; and so desire him to let you have your Ring again. His Wife (to save her Honour) can do no less than own she has receiv’d the Money; and so her Husband must restore your Ring. And then do you be judge whether or no you don’t come off for nothing. Well, thee’rt a dear sweet Rogue for this Contrivance, says he, and I could almost kiss thee, but that thy Mouth’s so strongly guarded by thy Nose and Chin, that there’s no coming at it: I like thy Plot extreamly well; and I’ll go presently and put it in Execution.