Blunt. Give her!—Ha, ha, ha! why, she’s a Person of Quality—That’s a good one, give her! ’sheartlikins dost think such Creatures are to be bought? Or are we provided for such a Purchase? Give her, quoth ye? Why she presented me with this Bracelet, for the Toy of a 29 Diamond I us’d to wear: No, Gentlemen, _Ned Blunt_ is not every Body—She expects me again to night. Will. Egad that’s well; we’ll all go. Blunt. Not a Soul: No, Gentlemen, you are Wits; I am a dull Country Rogue, I. Fred. Well, Sir, for all your Person of Quality, I shall be very glad to understand your Purse be secure; ’tis our whole Estate at present, which we are loth to hazard in one Bottom: come, Sir, unload. Blunt. Take the necessary Trifle, useless now to me, that am belov’d by such a Gentlewoman—’sheartlikins Money! Here take mine too. Fred. No, keep that to be cozen’d, that we may laugh. Will. Cozen’d!—Death! wou’d I cou’d meet with one, that wou’d cozen me of all the Love I cou’d spare to night. Fred. Pox ’tis some common Whore upon my Life. Blunt. A Whore! yes with such Clothes! such Jewels! such a House! such Furniture, and so attended! a Whore! Belv. Why yes, Sir, they are Whores, tho they’ll neither entertain you with Drinking, Swearing, or Baudy; are Whores in all those gay Clothes, and right Jewels; are Whores with great Houses richly furnisht with Velvet Beds, Store of Plate, handsome Attendance, and fine Coaches, are Whores and errant ones. Will. Pox on’t, where do these fine Whores live? Belv. Where no Rogue in Office yclep’d Constables dare give ’em laws, nor the Wine-inspired Bullies of the Town break their Windows; yet they are Whores, tho this _Essex_ Calf believe them Persons of Quality. Blunt. ’Sheartlikins, y’are all Fools, there are things about this _Essex_ Calf, that shall take with the Ladies, beyond all your Wits and Parts—This Shape and Size, Gentlemen, are not to be despis’d; my Waste tolerably long, with other inviting Signs, that shall be nameless. Will. Egad I believe he may have met with some Person of Quality that may be kind to him. 30 Belv. Dost thou perceive any such tempting things about him, should make a fine Woman, and of Quality, pick him out from all Mankind, to throw away her Youth and Beauty upon, nay, and her dear Heart too?—no, no, _Angelica_ has rais’d the Price too high. Will. May she languish for Mankind till she die, and be damn’d for that one Sin alone. Enter two Bravoes, and hang up a great Picture of _Angelica’s_, against the Balcony, and two little ones at each side of the Door. Belv. See there the fair Sign to the Inn, where a Man may lodge that’s Fool enough to give her Price. [_Will._ gazes on the Picture. Blunt. ’Sheartlikins, Gentlemen, what’s this? Belv. A famous Curtezan that’s to be sold.