Ring, a mollifying Virtue; adsheartlikins there's more persuasive
Rhetorick in't, than all her Sex can utter.

_Fred._ I begin to suspect something; and 'twou'd anger us vilely to be
truss'd up for a Rape upon a Maid of Quality, when we only believe we
ruffle a Harlot.

_Blunt._ Thou art a credulous Fellow, but adsheartlikins I have no Faith
yet; why, my Saint prattled as parlously as this does, she gave me a
Bracelet too, a Devil on her: but I sent my Man to sell it to day for
Necessaries, and it prov'd as counterfeit as her Vows of Love.

_Fred._ However let it reprieve her till we see _Belvile_.

_Blunt._ That's hard, yet I will grant it.

Enter a Servant.

_Serv._ Oh, Sir, the Colonel is just come with his new Friend and a
_Spaniard_ of Quality, and talks of having you to Dinner with 'em.

_Blunt._ 'Dsheartlikins, I'm undon-- I would not see 'em for the World:
Harkye, _Fred_, lock up the Wench in your Chamber.

_Fred._ Fear nothing, Madam, whate'er he threatens, you're safe whilst
in my Hands.
[Ex. _Fred._ and _Flor._

_Blunt._ And, Sirrah-- upon your Life, say-- I am not at home-- or that
I am asleep-- or-- or any thing-- away-- I'll, prevent them coming this
way.
[Locks the Door and Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. _Blunt's Chamber._

_After a great knocking as at his Chamber-door, enter _Blunt_ softly,
crossing the Stage in his Shirt and Drawers, as before._

_Ned, Ned Blunt, Ned Blunt._ [Call within.

_Blunt._ The Rogues are up in Arms, 'dsheartlikins, this villainous
_Frederick_ has betray'd me, they have heard of my blessed Fortune.

_Ned Blunt, Ned, Ned_-- [and knocking within.

_Belv._ Why, he's dead, Sir, without dispute dead, he has not been seen
to day; let's break open the Door-- here-- Boy--

_Blunt._ Ha, break open the Door! 'dsheartlikins that mad Fellow will be
as good as his word.

_Belv._ Boy, bring something to force the Door.
[A great noise within at the Door again.

_Blunt._ So, now must I speak in my own Defence, I'll try what Rhetorick
will do-- hold-- hold, what do you mean, Gentlemen, what do you mean?

_Belv._ Oh Rogue, art alive? prithee open the Door, and convince us.

_Blunt._ Yes, I am alive, Gentlemen-- but at present a little busy.

_Belv._ How! _Blunt_ grown a man of Business! come, come, open, and
let's see this Miracle.
[within.

_Blunt._ No, no, no, no, Gentlemen, 'tis no great Business-- but--
I am-- at-- my Devotion,-- 'd