BELL. Hum, not immediately, in my conscience not heartily. I'd do a little more good in my generation first, in order to deserve it. VAIN. Nor I to marry Araminta till I merit her. BELL. But how the devil dost thou expect to get her if she never yield? VAIN. That's true; but I would-- BELL. Marry her without her consent; thou 'rt a riddle beyond woman-- SCENE IV. [_To them_] SETTER. Trusty Setter, what tidings? How goes the project? SETTER. As all lewd projects do, sir, where the devil prevents our endeavours with success. BELL. A good hearing, Setter. VAIN. Well, I'll leave you with your engineer. BELL. And hast thou provided necessaries? SETTER. All, all, sir; the large sanctified hat, and the little precise band, with a swinging long spiritual cloak, to cover carnal knavery--not forgetting the black patch, which Tribulation Spintext wears, as I'm informed, upon one eye, as a penal mourning for the ogling offences of his youth; and some say, with that eye he first discovered the frailty of his wife. BELL. Well, in this fanatic father's habit will I confess Laetitia. SETTER. Rather prepare her for confession, sir, by helping her to sin. BELL. Be at your master's lodging in the evening; I shall use the robes. SCENE V. SETTER _alone_. SETTER. I shall, sir. I wonder to which of these two gentlemen I do most properly appertain: the one uses me as his attendant; the other (being the better acquainted with my parts) employs me as a pimp; why, that's much the more honourable employment--by all means. I follow one as my master, the other follows me as his conductor. SCENE VI. [_To him_] LUCY. LUCY. There's the hang-dog, his man--I had a power over him in the reign of my mistress; but he is too true a _Valet de Chambre_ not to affect his master's faults, and consequently is revolted from his allegiance. SETTER. Undoubtedly 'tis impossible to be a pimp and not a man of parts. That is without being politic, diligent, secret, wary, and so forth--and to all this valiant as Hercules--that is, passively valiant and actively obedient. Ah, Setter, what a treasure is here lost for want of being known. LUCY. Here's some villainy afoot; he's so thoughtful. May be I may discover something in my mask. Worthy sir, a word with you. [_Puts on her mask_.] SETTER. Why, if I were known, I might come to be a great man-- LUCY. Not to interrupt your meditation-- SETTER. And I should not be the first that has procured his greatness by pimping. LUCY. Now poverty and the pox light upon thee for a contemplative pimp. SETTER. Ha! what art who thus maliciously hast awakened me from my dream of glory? Speak, thou vile disturber-- LUCY. Of thy most vile cogitations--thou poor, conceited wretch, how wert thou valuing thyself upon thy master's employment? For he's the head pimp to Mr. Bellmour. SETTER. Good words, damsel, or I shall--But how dost thou know my master or me?