damn'd for
that one Sin alone.

Enter two Bravoes, and hang up a great Picture of _Angelica's_,
against the Balcony, and two little ones at each side of the Door.

_Belv._ See there the fair Sign to the Inn, where a Man may lodge that's
Fool enough to give her Price.
[_Will._ gazes on the Picture.

_Blunt._ 'Sheartlikins, Gentlemen, what's this?

_Belv._ A famous Curtezan that's to be sold.

_Blunt._ How! to be sold! nay then I have nothing to say to her-- sold!
what Impudence is practis'd in this Country?-- With Order and Decency
Whoring's established here by virtue of the Inquisition-- Come let's be
gone, I'm sure we're no Chapmen for this Commodity.

_Fred._ Thou art none, I'm sure, unless thou could'st have her in thy
Bed at the Price of a Coach in the Street.

_Will._ How wondrous fair she is-- a Thousand Crowns a Month-- by Heaven
as many Kingdoms were too little. A plague of this Poverty-- of which I
ne'er complain, but when it hinders my Approach to Beauty, which Virtue
ne'er could purchase.
[Turns from the Picture.

_Blunt._ What's this?-- [Reads] _A Thousand Crowns a Month!_
--'Sheartlikins, here's a Sum! sure 'tis a mistake.
--Hark you, Friend, does she take or give so much by the Month!

_Fred._ A Thousand Crowns! Why, 'tis a Portion for the _Infanta_.

_Blunt._ Hark ye, Friends, won't she trust?

_Brav._ This is a Trade, Sir, that cannot live by Credit.

_Enter _Don Pedro_ in Masquerade, follow'd by _Stephano_._

_Belv._ See, here's more Company, let's walk off a while.
[_Pedro_ Reads.
[Exeunt _English_.

Enter _Angelica_ and _Moretta_ in the Balcony, and draw a Silk
Curtain.

_Ped._ Fetch me a Thousand Crowns, I never wish to buy this Beauty at an
easier Rate.
[Passes off.

_Ang._ Prithee what said those Fellows to thee?

_Brav._ Madam, the first were Admirers of Beauty only, but no
purchasers; they were merry with your Price and Picture, laught at the
Sum, and so past off.

_Ang._ No matter, I'm not displeas'd with their rallying; their Wonder
feeds my Vanity, and he that wishes to buy, gives me more Pride, than he
that gives my Price can make me Pleasure.

_Brav._ Madam, the last I knew thro all his disguises to be Don _Pedro_,
Nephew to the General, and who was with him in _Pampelona_.

_Ang._ Don _Pedro_! my old Gallant's Nephew! When his Uncle dy'd, he
left him a vast Sum of Money; it is he who was so in love with me at
_Padua_,