Oh let him alone for that matter, he's of a damn'd stingy
Quality, that will secure our Stock. I know not in what Danger it were
indeed, if the Jilt should pretend she's in love with him, for 'tis a
kind believing Coxcomb; otherwise if he part with more than a Piece of
Eight-- geld him: for which offer he may chance to be beaten, if she be
a Whore of the first Rank.

_Belv._ Nay the Rogue will not be easily beaten, he's stout enough;
perhaps if they talk beyond his Capacity, he may chance to exercise his
Courage upon some of them; else I'm sure they'll find it as difficult to
beat as to please him.

_Will._ 'Tis a lucky Devil to light upon so kind a Wench!

_Fred._ Thou hadst a great deal of talk with thy little Gipsy, coud'st
thou do no good upon her? for mine was hard-hearted.

_Will._ Hang her, she was some damn'd honest Person of Quality, I'm
sure, she was so very free and witty. If her Face be but answerable to
her Wit and Humour, I would be bound to Constancy this Month to gain
her. In the mean time, have you made no kind Acquaintance since you came
to Town?-- You do not use to be honest so long, Gentlemen.

_Fred._ Faith Love has kept us honest, we have been all fir'd with a
Beauty newly come to Town, the famous _Paduana_ _Angelica Bianca_.

_Will._ What, the Mistress of the dead _Spanish_ General?

_Belv._ Yes, she's now the only ador'd Beauty of all the Youth in
_Naples_, who put on all their Charms to appear lovely in her sight,
their Coaches, Liveries, and themselves, all gay, as on a Monarch's
Birth-Day, to attract the Eyes of this fair Charmer, while she has the
Pleasure to behold all languish for her that see her.

_Fred._ 'Tis pretty to see with how much Love the Men regard her, and
how much Envy the Women.

_Will._ What Gallant has she?

_Belv._ None, she's exposed to Sale, and four Days in the Week she's
yours-- for so much a Month.

_Will._ The very Thought of it quenches all manner of Fire in me-- yet
prithee let's see her.

_Belv._ Let's first to Dinner, and after that we'll pass the Day as you
please-- but at Night ye must all be at my Devotion.

_Will._ I will not fail you. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I. _The Long Street._

Enter _Belvile_ and _Frederick_ in Masquing-Habits, and _Willmore_
in his own Clothes, with a Vizard in his Hand.

_Will._ But why thus disguis'd and muzzl'd?

_Belv._ Because whatever Extravagances we commit in these Faces, our own
may no