Hau. And dost thou not know, when one of those thou hast described, goes but half a League out of Town, that he is so transform’d from the Merchant to the Gallant in all Points, that his own Parents, nay the Devil himself cannot know him? Not a young English Squire newly come to an Estate, above the management of his Wit, has better Horses, gayer Clothes, swears, drinks, and does every thing with a better grace than he; damns the stingy Cabal of the two Stiver-Club, and puts the young King of _Spain_ and his Mistress together in a Rummer of a Pottle; and in pure Gallantry breaks the Glasses over his Head, scorning to drink twice in the same: and a thousand things full as heroick and brave I cou’d tell you of this same Holy-day Squire. But come, t’other turn, and t’other sope, and then for _Donna Euphemia_. For I find I begin to be reconcil’d to the Sex. Gload. But, Sir, if I might advise, let’s e’en sleep first. Hau. Away, you Fool, I hate the sober Spanish way of making Love, that’s unattended with Wine and Musick; give me a Wench that will out-drink the Dutch, out-dance the French, and out—out—kiss the English. Gload. Sir, that’s not the Fashion in _Spain_. Hau. Hang the Fashion; I’ll manage her that must be my Wife, as I please, or I’ll beat her into Fashion. Gload. What, beat a Woman, Sir? 273 Hau. Sha, all’s one for that; if I am provok’d, Anger will have its Effects on whomsoe’er it light; so said _Van Trump_, when he took his Mistress a Cuff o’th’ Ear for finding fault with an ill-fashion’d Leg he made her: I lik’d his Humour well, therefore come thy ways. [Exeunt. Scene III. Draws off. A Grove. Discovers _Antonio_ sleeping on the Ground; _Hippolyta_ sitting by, who sings. Ah false _Amyntas_, can that Hour So soon forgotten be, When first I yielded up my Power To be betray’d by thee? God knows with how much Innocence I did my Heart resign Unto thy faithless Eloquence, And gave thee what was mine. I had not one Reserve in store, But at thy Feet I laid Those Arms which conquer’d heretofore, Tho now thy Trophies made. Thy Eyes in silence told their Tale Of Love in such a way, That ’twas as easy to prevail, As after to betray. [She comes forth, weeps.