Will. Unconscionable Sinner, to bring a Lover so near his Happiness, a vigorous passionate Lover, and then not only cheat him of his Moveables, but his Desires too. Belv. Ah, Sir, a Mistress is a Trifle with _Blunt_, he’ll have a dozen the next time he looks abroad; his Eyes have Charms not to be resisted: There needs no more than to expose that taking Person to the view of the Fair, and he leads ’em all in Triumph. Ped. Sir, tho I’m a stranger to you, I’m ashamed at the rudeness of my Nation; and could you learn who did it, would assist you to make an Example of ’em. Blunt. Why, ay, there’s one speaks sense now, and handsomly; and let me tell you Gentlemen, I should not have shew’d my self like a Jack-Pudding, thus to have made you Mirth, but that I have revenge within my power; for know, I have got into my possession a Female, who had better have fallen under any Curse, than the Ruin I design her: ’dsheartlikins, she assaulted me here in my own Lodgings, and had doubtless committed a Rape upon me, had not this Sword defended me. Fred. I knew not that, but o’ my Conscience thou hadst ravisht her, had she not redeem’d her self with a Ring—let’s see’t, _Blunt_. [_Blunt_ shews the Ring. Belv. Hah!—the Ring I gave _Florinda_ when we exchang’d our Vows!—hark ye, _Blunt_— [Goes to whisper to him. 89 Will. No whispering, good Colonel, there’s a Woman in the case, no whispering. Belv. Hark ye, Fool, be advis’d, and conceal both the Ring and the Story, for your Reputation’s sake; don’t let People know what despis’d Cullies we _English_ are: to be cheated and abus’d by one Whore, and another rather bribe thee than be kind to thee, is an Infamy to our Nation. Will. Come, come, where’s the Wench? we’ll see her, let her be what she will, we’ll see her. Ped. Ay, ay, let us see her, I can soon discover whether she be of Quality, or for your Diversion. Blunt. She’s in _Fred’s_ Custody. Will. Come, come, the Key. [To _Fred._ who gives him the Key, they are going. Belv. Death! what shall I do?—stay, Gentlemen—yet if I hinder ’em, I shall discover all—hold, let’s go one at once—give me the Key. Will. Nay, hold there, Colonel, I’ll go first. Fred. Nay, no Dispute, _Ned_ and I have the property of her. Will. Damn Property—then we’ll draw Cuts. [_Belv._ goes to whisper _Will._] Nay, no Corruption, good Colonel: come, the longest Sword carries her.— [They all draw, forgetting Don _Pedro_, being a Spaniard, had the longest. Blunt. I yield up my Interest to you Gentlemen, and that will be Revenge sufficient. Will. The Wench is yours— (To _Ped._) Pox of his _Toledo_, I had forgot that. Fred. Come, Sir, I’ll conduct you to the Lady. [Ex. _Fred._ and _Ped._ Belv. To hinder him will certainly discover— [Aside.] Dost know, dull Beast, what Mischief thou hast done? [_Will._ walking up and down out of Humour. Will. Ay, ay, to trust our Fortune to Lots, a Devil on’t, ’twas madness, that’s the Truth on’t. 90 Belv. Oh intolerable Sot!