at this as you can be: Yet,
Sir, my Friends are Gentlemen, and ought to be esteem'd for their
Misfortunes, since they have the Glory to suffer with the best of Men
and Kings; 'tis true, he's a Rover of Fortune, yet a Prince aboard his
little wooden World.

_Ped._ What's this to the maintenance of a Woman or her Birth and
Quality?

_Will._ Faith, Sir, I can boast of nothing but a Sword which does me
Right where-e'er I come, and has defended a worse Cause than a Woman's:
and since I lov'd her before I either knew her Birth or Name, I must
pursue my Resolution, and marry her.

_Ped._ And is all your holy Intent of becoming a Nun debauch'd into a
Desire of Man?

_Hell._ Why-- I have consider'd the matter, Brother, and find the Three
hundred thousand Crowns my Uncle left me (and you cannot keep from me)
will be better laid out in Love than in Religion, and turn to as good an
Account-- let most Voices carry it, for Heaven or the Captain?

_All cry,_ a Captain, a Captain.

_Hell._ Look ye, Sir,'tis a clear Case.

_Ped._ Oh I am mad-- if I refuse, my Life's in Danger-- [Aside.]
--Come-- There's one motive induces me-- take her-- I shall now be free
from the fear of her Honour; guard it you now, if you can, I have been a
Slave to't long enough.
[Gives her to him.

_Will._ Faith, Sir, I am of a Nation, that are of opinion a Woman's
Honour is not worth guarding when she has a mind to part with it.

_Hell._ Well said, Captain.

_Ped._ This was your Plot, Mistress, but I hope you have married one
that will revenge my Quarrel to you--
[To _Valeria_.

_Val._ There's no altering Destiny, Sir.

_Ped._ Sooner than a Woman's Will, therefore I forgive you all-- and
wish you may get my Father's Pardon as easily; which I fear.

Enter _Blunt_ drest in a _Spanish_ Habit, looking very
ridiculously; his Man adjusting his Band.

_Man._ 'Tis very well, Sir.

_Blunt._ Well, Sir, 'dsheartlikins I tell you 'tis damnable ill,
Sir-- a Spanish Habit, good Lord! cou'd the Devil and my Taylor devise
no other Punishment for me, but the Mode of a Nation I abominate?

_Belv._ What's the matter, _Ned_?

_Blunt._ Pray view me round, and judge-- [Turns round.

_Belv._ I must confess thou art a kind of an odd Figure.

_Blunt._ In a Spanish Habit with a Vengeance! I had rather be in the
Inquisition for Judaism, than in this Doublet and Breeches; a Pillory
were an easy Collar to this, three Handfuls high; and these Shoe