ght-walks, Affronts
And Fears; and lastly, to the Poets for Songs, and the like.

_Isab._ All which was recompensed in the excessive
Laughing on you that Day you praunc'd under our
Window on Horse-back, when you made such a
Deal of Capriol and Curvet.

_Lor._ Yes, where I ventur'd my Neck to shew my
Activity, and therefore may be well accompted
Amongst my Losses.

_Isab._ Then she receiv'd your Presents,
Suffer'd your Serenades, without sending her Foot-men
To break your Pate with the Fiddles.

_Lor._ Indeed that was one of the best Signs;
For I have been a great Sufferer in that kind
Upon the like occasions: but dost thou think
In Conscience that this should satisfy?

_Isab._ Yes, any reasonable Man in the World, for the
First Month at least; and yet you are still up
With your Expences, as if a Lady of her Quality
Were to be gain'd without them.
--Let me hear of your Expences more, and I'll--

_Lor._ Oh sweet _Isabella_! upon my Knees
I beg thou wilt take no fatal Resolution;
For I protest, as I am a Man of Honour,
And adore thy Sex, thou shalt only see,
Not hear of my Expences more;
And for a small testimony of it, here take this;
There's twenty Pistoles upon Reputation. [Gives her Money.

_Isab._ Fy, fy, 'tis not brave, nor generous to name
The Sum, you should have slid it into my Coat,
Without saying what you had done.

_Lor._ What signifies that, mun, as long as 'tis current,
And you have it sure?

_Isab._ Well, leave the management of your Affairs to me--
What shall we do? here's _Alberto_.

Enter _Alberto_.

_Lor._ Well, who can help it? I cannot walk invisible.

_Alb._ _Lorenzo_, what, making Love to _Isabella_?

_Lor._ She'l serve, my Lord, for want of a better.

_Isab._ That's but a coarse Complement.

_Lor._ 'Twill serve to disguise a Truth however. [Aside to her.
[Ex. _Isab._
Faith, I'll tell you, Sir, 'twas such another Damsel
As this, that sav'd me five hundred Pound once upon a time;
And I have lov'd the whole Tribe of Waiting-women
The better ever since.

_Alb._ You have reason; how was it?

_Lor._ Why, look you, Sir,
I had made Love a long time to a Lady;
But she shall be nameless,
Since she was of a quality not to be gain'd under
The aforesaid Sum: well, I brought it,
Came pouder'd and perfum'd, and high in expectation.

_Alb._ Well, Sir.

_Lor._ And she had a very