Blunt. Sir, I’ll attend you—Oh the happiest Rogue! I’ll take no leave, lest they either dog me, or stay me. [Ex. with _Sancho_. Belv. But then the little Gipsy is forgot? Will. A Mischief on thee for putting her into my thoughts; I had quite forgot her else, and this Night’s Debauch had drunk her quite down. Hell. Had it so, good Captain? [Claps him on the Back. Will. Ha! I hope she did not hear. Hell. What, afraid of such a Champion! Will. Oh! you’re a fine Lady of your word, are you not? to make a Man languish a whole day— Hell. In tedious search of me. 47 Will. Egad, Child, thou’rt in the right, hadst thou seen what a melancholy Dog I have been ever since I was a Lover, how I have walkt the Streets like a _Capuchin_, with my Hands in my Sleeves—Faith, Sweetheart, thou wouldst pity me. Hell. Now, if I should be hang’d, I can’t be angry with him, he dissembles so heartily—Alas, good Captain, what pains you have taken—Now were I ungrateful not to reward so true a Servant. Will. Poor Soul! that’s kindly said, I see thou bearest a Conscience—come then for a beginning shew me thy dear Face. Hell. I’m afraid, my small Acquaintance, you have been staying that swinging stomach you boasted of this morning; I remember then my little Collation would have gone down with you, without the Sauce of a handsom Face—Is your Stomach so quesy now? Will. Faith long fasting, Child, spoils a Man’s Appetite—yet if you durst treat, I could so lay about me still. Hell. And would you fall to, before a Priest says Grace? Will. Oh fie, fie, what an old out-of-fashion’d thing hast thou nam’d? Thou could’st not dash me more out of Countenance, shouldst thou shew me an ugly Face. Whilst he is seemingly courting _Hellena_, enter _Angelica_, _Moretta_, _Biskey_, and _Sebastian_, all in Masquerade: _Ang._ sees _Will._ and starts. Ang. Heavens, is’t he? and passionately fond to see another Woman? Moret. What cou’d you expect less from such a Swaggerer? Ang. Expect! as much as I paid him, a Heart intire, Which I had pride enough to think when e’er I gave It would have rais’d the Man above the Vulgar, Made him all Soul, and that all soft and constant. Hell. You see, Captain, how willing I am to be Friends 48 with you, till Time and Ill-luck make us Lovers; and ask you the Question first, rather than put your Modesty to the blush, by asking me: for alas, I know you Captains are such strict Men, severe Observers of your Vows to Chastity, that ’twill be hard to prevail with your tender Conscience to marry a young willing Maid. Will. Do not abuse me, for fear I should take thee at thy word, and marry thee indeed, which I’m sure will be Revenge sufficient.