Belv. I understand thee not—I’m mad—see here— [Shews the Picture. Will. Ha! whose Picture is this?—’tis a fine Wench. Fred. The Colonel’s Mistress, Sir. Will. Oh, oh, here—I thought it had been another Prize—come, come, a Bottle will set thee right again. [Gives the Picture back. 52 Belv. I am content to try, and by that time ’twill be late enough for our Design. Will. Agreed. Love does all day the Soul’s great Empire keep, But Wine at night lulls the soft God asleep. [Exeunt. Scene II. _Lucetta’s_ House. Enter _Blunt_ and _Lucetta_ with a Light. Luc. Now we are safe and free, no fears of the coming home of my old jealous Husband, which made me a little thoughtful when you came in first—but now Love is all the business of my Soul. Blunt. I am transported—Pox on’t, that I had but some fine things to say to her, such as Lovers use—I was a Fool not to learn of _Fred_, a little by Heart before I came—something I must say.— [_Aside._ ’Sheartlikins, sweet Soul, I am not us’d to complement, but I’m an honest Gentleman, and thy humble Servant. Luc. I have nothing to pay for so great a Favour, but such a Love as cannot but be great, since at first sight of that sweet Face and Shape it made me your absolute Captive. Blunt. Kind heart, how prettily she talks! Egad I’ll show her Husband a _Spanish_ Trick; send him out of the World, and marry her: she’s damnably in love with me, and will ne’er mind Settlements, and so there’s that say’d. [Aside. Luc. Well, Sir, I’ll go and undress me, and be with you instantly. Blunt. Make haste then, for ’dsheartlikins, dear Soul, thou canst not guess at the pain of a longing Lover, when his Joys are drawn within the compass of a few minutes. Luc. You speak my Sense, and I’ll make haste to provide it. [Exit. Blunt. ’Tis a rare Girl, and this one night’s enjoyment with her will be worth all the days I ever past in Essex.—Would she’d go with me into _England_, tho to say truth, there’s plenty of Whores there already.—But a pox on ’em 53 they are such mercenary prodigal Whores, that they want such a one as this, that’s free and generous, to give ’em good Examples:—Why, what a House she has! how rich and fine! Enter _Sancho_. Sancho. Sir, my Lady has sent me to conduct you to her Chamber. Blunt. Sir, I shall be proud to follow—Here’s one of her Servants too: ’dsheartlikins, by his Garb and Gravity he might be a Justice of Peace in _Essex_, and is but a Pimp here. [Exeunt. The Scene changes to a Chamber with an Alcove-Bed in it, a Table, &c. _Lucetta_ in Bed. Enter _Sancho_ and _Blunt_, who takes the Candle of _Sancho_ at the Door. Sanch. Sir, my Commission reaches no farther. Blunt. Sir, I’ll excuse your Complement:—what, in Bed, my sweet Mistress? Luc. You see, I still out-do you in kindness. Blunt. And thou shall see what haste I’ll make to quit scores—oh the luckiest Rogue! [Undresses himself. Luc. Shou’d you be false or cruel now!