[_Exeunt._ [Illustration] +ACT+ III. _Enter Lord ~Foppington~ and Servant._ _Lord Fop._ Hey, Fellow, let the Coach come to the Door. _Serv._ Will your Lordship venture so soon to expose yourself to the Weather? _Lord Fop._ Sir, I will venture as soon as I can, to expose myself to the Ladies: tho' give me my Cloke, however; for in that Side-bax, what between the Air that comes in at the Door on one side, and the intolerable Warmth of the Masks on t'other, a Man gets so many Heats and Colds, 'twou'd destroy the Canstitution of a Harse. _Ser._ [_Putting on his Cloke._] I wish your Lordship wou'd please to keep House a little longer, I'm afraid your Honour does not well consider your Wound. _Lord Fop._ My Wound!----I wou'd not be in Eclipse another Day, tho' I had as many Wounds in my Guts as I have had in my Heart. _Enter ~Young Fashion~._ _Young Fash._ Brother, your Servant. How do you find yourself to-day? _Lord Fop._ So well, that I have arder'd my Coach to the Door: So there's no great Danger of Death this baut, _Tam_. _Young Fash._ I'm very glad of it. _Lord Fop._ _aside._] That I believe's a Lye. Pr'ythee, _Tam_, tell me one thing: Did not your Heart cut a Caper up to your Mauth, when you heard I was run thro' the Bady? _Young Fash._ Why do you think it shou'd? _Lord Fop._ Because I remember mine did so, when I heard my Father was shat thro' the Head? _Young Fash._ It then did very ill. _Lord Fop._ Pr'ythee, why so? _Young Fash._ Because he us'd you very well. _Lord Fop._ Well?--naw strike me dumb, he starv'd me. He has let me want a Thausand Women for want of a Thausand Paund. _Young Fash._ Then he hindered you from making a great many ill Bargains; for I think no Woman is worth Money, that will take Money. _Lord Fop._ If I were a younger Brother, I shou'd think so too. _Young Fash._ Why, is it possible you can value a Woman that's to be bought? _Lord Fop._ Pr'ythee, why not as well as a Pad-Nag? _Young Fash._ Because a Woman has a Heart to dispose of; a Horse has none. _Lord Fop._ Look you, _Tam_, of all things that belang to a Woman, I have an Aversion to her Heart; far when once a Woman has given you her Heart----you can never get rid of the rest of her Bady. _Young Fash._ This is strange Doctrine: But pray in your Amours how is it with your own Heart? _Lord Fop._ Why, my Heart in my Amours----is like----my Heart aut of my Amours; _a la glace_. My Bady, _Tam_, is a Watch; and my Heart is the Pendulum to it; whilst the Finger runs raund to every Hour in the Circle, that still beats the same time. _Young Fash._ Then you are seldom much in love? _Lord Fop._ Never, Stap my Vitals. _Young Fash._ Why then did you make all this Bustle about _Amanda_? _Lord Fop._ Because she was a Woman of an insolent Virtue, and I thought myself piqu'd in Honour to debauch her.