Fred. Faith, Damsel, you had e’en confess the plain Truth, for we are Fellows not to be caught twice in the same Trap: Look on that Wreck, a tight Vessel when he set out of Haven, well trim’d and laden, and see how a Female Piccaroon of this Island of Rogues has shatter’d him, and canst thou hope for any Mercy? Blunt. No, no, Gentlewoman, come along, adsheartlikins we must be better acquainted—we’ll both lie with her, and then let me alone to bang her. 85 Fred. I am ready to serve you in matters of Revenge, that has a double Pleasure in’t. Blunt. Well said. You hear, little one, how you are condemn’d by publick Vote to the Bed within, there’s no resisting your Destiny, Sweetheart. [Pulls her. Flor. Stay, Sir, I have seen you with _Belvile_, an _English_ Cavalier, for his sake use me kindly; you know how, Sir. Blunt. _Belvile!_ why, yes, Sweeting, we do know _Belvile_, and wish he were with us now, he’s a Cormorant at Whore and Bacon, he’d have a Limb or two of thee, my Virgin Pullet: but ’tis no matter, we’ll leave him the Bones to pick. Flor. Sir, if you have any Esteem for that _Belvile_, I conjure you to treat me with more Gentleness; he’ll thank you for the Justice. Fred. Hark ye, _Blunt_, I doubt we are mistaken in this matter. Flor. Sir, If you find me not worth _Belvile’s_ Care, use me as you please; and that you may think I merit better treatment than you threaten—pray take this Present— [Gives him a Ring: He looks on it. Blunt. Hum—A Diamond! why, ’tis a wonderful Virtue now that lies in this Ring, a mollifying Virtue; adsheartlikins there’s more persuasive Rhetorick in’t, than all her Sex can utter. Fred. I begin to suspect something; and ’twou’d anger us vilely to be truss’d up for a Rape upon a Maid of Quality, when we only believe we ruffle a Harlot. Blunt. Thou art a credulous Fellow, but adsheartlikins I have no Faith yet; why, my Saint prattled as parlously as this does, she gave me a Bracelet too, a Devil on her: but I sent my Man to sell it to day for Necessaries, and it prov’d as counterfeit as her Vows of Love. Fred. However let it reprieve her till we see _Belvile_. Blunt. That’s hard, yet I will grant it. Enter a Servant. Serv. Oh, Sir, the Colonel is just come with his new 86 Friend and a _Spaniard_ of Quality, and talks of having you to Dinner with ’em. Blunt. ’Dsheartlikins, I’m undon—I would not see ’em for the World: Harkye, _Fred_, lock up the Wench in your Chamber. Fred. Fear nothing, Madam, whate’er he threatens, you’re safe whilst in my Hands. [Ex. _Fred._ and _Flor._ Blunt. And, Sirrah—upon your Life, say—I am not at home—or that I am asleep—or—or any thing—away—I’ll, prevent them coming this way. [Locks the Door and Exeunt. ACT V. Scene I. Blunt’s Chamber. After a great knocking as at his Chamber-door, enter _Blunt_ softly, crossing the Stage in his Shirt and Drawers, as before. _Ned, Ned Blunt, Ned Blunt._ [Call within.