hing?

_Blunt._ Give her!-- Ha, ha, ha! why, she's a Person of Quality-- That's
a good one, give her! 'sheartlikins dost think such Creatures are to be
bought? Or are we provided for such a Purchase? Give her, quoth ye? Why
she presented me with this Bracelet, for the Toy of a Diamond I us'd to
wear: No, Gentlemen, _Ned Blunt_ is not every Body-- She expects me
again to night.

_Will._ Egad that's well; we'll all go.

_Blunt._ Not a Soul: No, Gentlemen, you are Wits; I am a dull Country
Rogue, I.

_Fred._ Well, Sir, for all your Person of Quality, I shall be very glad
to understand your Purse be secure; 'tis our whole Estate at present,
which we are loth to hazard in one Bottom: come, Sir, unload.

_Blunt._ Take the necessary Trifle, useless now to me, that am belov'd
by such a Gentlewoman-- 'sheartlikins Money! Here take mine too.

_Fred._ No, keep that to be cozen'd, that we may laugh.

_Will._ Cozen'd!-- Death! wou'd I cou'd meet with one, that wou'd cozen
me of all the Love I cou'd spare to night.

_Fred._ Pox 'tis some common Whore upon my Life.

_Blunt._ A Whore! yes with such Clothes! such Jewels! such a House! such
Furniture, and so attended! a Whore!

_Belv._ Why yes, Sir, they are Whores, tho they'll neither entertain you
with Drinking, Swearing, or Baudy; are Whores in all those gay Clothes,
and right Jewels; are Whores with great Houses richly furnisht with
Velvet Beds, Store of Plate, handsome Attendance, and fine Coaches, are
Whores and errant ones.

_Will._ Pox on't, where do these fine Whores live?

_Belv._ Where no Rogue in Office yclep'd Constables dare give 'em laws,
nor the Wine-inspired Bullies of the Town break their Windows; yet they
are Whores, tho this _Essex_ Calf believe them Persons of Quality.

_Blunt._ 'Sheartlikins, y'are all Fools, there are things about this
_Essex_ Calf, that shall take with the Ladies, beyond all your Wits and
Parts-- This Shape and Size, Gentlemen, are not to be despis'd; my Waste
tolerably long, with other inviting Signs, that shall be nameless.

_Will._ Egad I believe he may have met with some Person of Quality that
may be kind to him.

_Belv._ Dost thou perceive any such tempting things about him, should
make a fine Woman, and of Quality, pick him out from all Mankind, to
throw away her Youth and Beauty upon, nay, and her dear Heart too?--
no, no, _Angelica_ has rais'd the Price too high.

_Will._ May she languish for Mankind till she die, and be