Fred. I hope ’tis some common crafty Sinner, one that will fit him; it may be she’ll sell him for _Peru_, the Rogue’s sturdy and would work well in a Mine; at least I hope she’ll dress him for our Mirth; cheat him of all, then have him well-favour’dly bang’d, and turn’d out naked at Midnight. Will. Prithee what Humour is he of, that you wish him so well? Belv. Why, of an _English_ Elder Brother’s Humour, educated in a Nursery, with a Maid to tend him till Fifteen, and lies with his Grand-mother till he’s of Age; one that knows no Pleasure beyond riding to the next Fair, or going up to _London_ with his right Worshipful Father in Parliament-time; wearing gay Clothes, or making honourable Love to his Lady Mother’s Landry-Maid; gets drunk at a Hunting-Match, and ten to one then gives some Proofs of his Prowess—A pox upon him, he’s our 26 Banker, and has all our Cash about him, and if he fail we are all broke. Fred. Oh let him alone for that matter, he’s of a damn’d stingy Quality, that will secure our Stock. I know not in what Danger it were indeed, if the Jilt should pretend she’s in love with him, for ’tis a kind believing Coxcomb; otherwise if he part with more than a Piece of Eight—geld him: for which offer he may chance to be beaten, if she be a Whore of the first Rank. Belv. Nay the Rogue will not be easily beaten, he’s stout enough; perhaps if they talk beyond his Capacity, he may chance to exercise his Courage upon some of them; else I’m sure they’ll find it as difficult to beat as to please him. Will. ’Tis a lucky Devil to light upon so kind a Wench! Fred. Thou hadst a great deal of talk with thy little Gipsy, coud’st thou do no good upon her? for mine was hard-hearted. Will. Hang her, she was some damn’d honest Person of Quality, I’m sure, she was so very free and witty. If her Face be but answerable to her Wit and Humour, I would be bound to Constancy this Month to gain her. In the mean time, have you made no kind Acquaintance since you came to Town?—You do not use to be honest so long, Gentlemen. Fred. Faith Love has kept us honest, we have been all fir’d with a Beauty newly come to Town, the famous _Paduana_ _Angelica Bianca_. Will. What, the Mistress of the dead _Spanish_ General? Belv. Yes, she’s now the only ador’d Beauty of all the Youth in _Naples_, who put on all their Charms to appear lovely in her sight, their Coaches, Liveries, and themselves, all gay, as on a Monarch’s Birth-Day, to attract the Eyes of this fair Charmer, while she has the Pleasure to behold all languish for her that see her. Fred. ’Tis pretty to see with how much Love the Men regard her, and how much Envy the Women. 27 Will. What Gallant has she? Belv. None, she’s exposed to Sale, and four Days in the Week she’s yours—for so much a Month. Will. The very Thought of it quenches all manner of Fire in me—yet prithee let’s see her.