sheartlikins, will you not allow a man
time to pray?

_Belv._ Turn'd religious! a greater Wonder than the first, therefore
open quickly, or we shall unhinge, we shall.
[within.

_Blunt._ This won't do-- Why, hark ye, Colonel; to tell you the plain
Truth, I am about a necessary Affair of Life.-- I have a Wench with
me-- you apprehend me? the Devil's in't if they be so uncivil as to
disturb me now.

_Will._ How, a Wench! Nay, then we must enter and partake; no
Resistance,-- unless it be your Lady of Quality, and then we'll keep our
distance.

_Blunt._ So, the Business is out.

_Will._ Come, come, lend more hands to the Door,-- now heave
altogether-- so, well done, my Boys--
[Breaks open the Door.

Enter _Belvile_, _Willmore_, _Fred._ _Pedro_ and _Belvile's_ Page:
_Blunt_ looks simply, they all laugh at him, he lays his hand on
his Sword, and conies up to _Willmore_.

_Blunt._ Hark ye, Sir, laugh out your laugh quickly, d'ye hear, and be
gone, I shall spoil your sport else; 'dsheartlikins, Sir, I shall-- the
Jest has been carried on too long,-- a Plague upon my Taylor--
[Aside.

_Will._ 'Sdeath, how the Whore has drest him! Faith, Sir, I'm sorry.

_Blunt._ Are you so, Sir? keep't to your self then, Sir, I advise you,
d'ye hear? for I can as little endure your Pity as his Mirth.
[Lays his Hand on's Sword.

_Belv._ Indeed, _Willmore_, thou wert a little too rough with _Ned
Blunt's_ Mistress; call a Person of Quality Whore, and one so young, so
handsome, and so eloquent!-- ha, ha, ha.

_Blunt._ Hark ye, Sir, you know me, and know I can be angry; have a
care-- for 'dsheartlikins I can fight too-- I can, Sir,-- do you mark
me-- no more.

_Belv._ Why so peevish, good _Ned_? some Disappointments, I'll
warrant-- What! did the jealous Count her Husband return just in the
nick?

_Blunt._ Or the Devil, Sir,-- d'ye laugh? [They laugh.] Look ye, settle
me a good sober Countenance, and that quickly too, or you shall know
_Ned Blunt_ is not--

_Belv._ Not every Body, we know that.

_Blunt._ Not an Ass, to be laught at, Sir.

_Will._ Unconscionable Sinner, to bring a Lover so near his Happiness,
a vigorous passionate Lover, and then not only cheat him of his
Moveables, but his Desires too.

_Belv._ Ah, Sir, a Mistress is a Trifle with _Blunt_, he'll have a dozen
the next time he looks abroad; his Eyes have Charms not to be resisted:
There needs no more than to expose that taking Person