_Ber._ Don't be too positive in that neither: A Million to one, but she has the same Opinion of you. What wou'd you give to see her? _Aman._ Hang her, dirty Trull; tho' I really believe she's so ugly, she'd cure me of my Jealousy. _Ber._ All the Men of Sense about Town say she's handsome. _Aman._ They are as often out in those things as any People. _Ber._ Then I'll give you further Proof----all the Women about Town say, she's a Fool: Now I hope you are convinc'd? _Aman._ Whate'er she be, I'm satisfy'd he does not like her well enough to bestow any thing more than a little outward Gallantry upon her. _Ber._ Outward Gallantry!----[_Aside._] I can't bear this. [_To Aman._] Don't you think she's a Woman to be fobb'd off so. Come, I'm too much your Friend, to suffer you should be thus grossly impos'd upon, by a Man who does not deserve the least part about you, unless he knew how to set a greater Value upon it. Therefore in one word, to my certain knowledge, he is to meet her now, within a quarter of an Hour, somewhere about that _Babylon_ of Wickedness, _Whitehall_. And if you'll give me your Word that you'll be content with seeing her mask'd in his Hand, without pulling her Headclothes off, I'll step immediately to the Person, from whom I have my Intelligence, and send you word whereabouts you may stand to see 'em meet. My Friend and I'll watch 'em from another place, and dodge 'em to their private Lodging: But don't you offer to follow 'em, lest you do it awkwardly, and spoil all. I'll come home to you again, as soon as I have earth'd 'em, and give you an account in what corner of the House the Scene of their Lewdness lies. _Aman._ If you can do this, _Berinthia_, he's a Villain. _Ber._ I can't help that, Men will be so. _Aman._ Well! I'll follow your Directions; for I shall never rest till I know the worst of this matter. _Ber._ Pray, go immediately, and get yourself ready then. Put on some of your Woman's Clothes, a great Scarf and a Mask, and you shall presently receive Orders. [_Calls within._] Here, who's there? get me a Chair quickly. _Serv._ There are Chairs at the Door, Madam. _Ber._ 'Tis well, I'm coming. _Aman._ But pray, _Berinthia_, before you go, tell me how I may know this filthy Thing, if she would be so forward (as I suppose she will) to come to the Rendezvous first; for, methinks, I would fain view her a little. _Ber._ Why, she's about my heighth; and very well shap'd. _Aman._ I thought she had been a little crooked? _Ber._ O no, she's as straight as I am. But we lose time, come away. [_Exeunt._ _Enter ~Young Fashion~, meeting ~Lory~._ _Young Fash._ Well, will the Doctor come? _Lo._ Sir, I sent a Porter to him as you order'd me. He found him with a Pipe of Tobacco and a great Tankard of Ale, which he said he wou'd dispatch while I cou'd tell three, and be here. _Young Fash._ He does not suspect 'twas I that sent for him?