_Gal_. Thou wrong’st an honest ingenious Fellow, to call him Pimp. _Pet_. Ah, Signior, what his Worship pleases! _Gal_. That thou art I’ll be sworn, or what any man’s Worship pleases; for let me tell ye, _Harry_, he is capacitated to oblige in any quality: for, Sir, he’s your brokering Jew, your Fencing, Dancing, and Civility-Master, your Linguist, your Antiquary, your Bravo, your Pathick, Your Whore, your Pimp; and a thousand more Excellencies he has to supply The necessities of the wanting Stranger.--Well, Sirrah--what design now Upon Sir _Signal_ and his wise Governour?--What do you represent now? _Pet_. A Barber, Sir. _Gal_. And why a Barber, good Signior _Petro_? _Pet_. Oh, Sir, the sooner to take the heights of their Judgments; it gives handsome opportunities to commend their Faces; for if they are pleas’d with flattery, the certain sign of a Fool’s to be most tickled when most commended, I conclude ‘em the fitter for my purpose; they already put great confidence in me, will have no Masters but of my recommending, all which I supply my self, by the help of my several disguises; by which, and my industry, I doubt not but to pick up a good honest painful livelihood, by cheating these two Reverend Coxcombs. _Gal_. How the Devil got’st thou this credit with ‘em? _Pet_. O, easily, Sir, as Knaves get Estates, or Fools Employments. _Fil_. I hope amongst all your good qualities, you forgot not your more natural one of pimping. _Pet_. No, I assure you, Sir; I have told Sir _Signal Buffoon_, that no Man lives here without his Inamorata: which very word has so fir’d him, that he’s resolved to have an Inamorata whate’er it cost him; and, as in all things else, I have in that too promised my assistance. _Gal_. If you assist him no better than you have done me, he may stay long enough for his Inamorata. _Pet_. Why, faith, Sir, I lie at my young Lady night and day; but she is so loth to part with that same Maiden-head of hers yet--but to morrow night, Sir, there’s hopes.-- _Gal_. To morrow night; Oh, ‘tis an Age in Love! Desire knows no time but the present, ‘tis now I wish, and now I wou’d enjoy: a new Day ought to bring a new Desire. _Pet_. Alas, Sir, I’m but an humble Bravo. _Gal_. Yes, thou’rt a Pimp, yet want’st the Art to procure a longing Lover the Woman he adores, though but a common Curtezan--Oh, confound her Maiden-head--she understands her Trade too well, to have that badge of Innocence. _Pet_. I offered her her Price, Sir. _Gal_. Double it, give any thing, for that’s the best receipt I ever found to soften Womens hearts. _Pet_. Well, Sir, she will be this Evening in the Garden of _Medices Villa_, there you may get an opportunity to advance your Interest--I must step and trim _Mr. Tickletext_, and then am at your service. [_Exit_ Petro. _Jul_. What is this Knight and his Governour, who have the blessed Fortune to be manag’d by this Squire?