Gal. As bad! by Heaven, much worse! discours’d with him! Wert thou so wretched, so depriv’d of Sense, To hold Discourse with such an Animal? Damn it; the Sin is ne’er to be forgiven. --Hadst thou been wanton to that leud degree, By dark he might have been conducted to thee; Where silently he might have serv’d thy purpose, And thou hadst had some poor excuse for that: But bartering words with Fools admits of none. _Cor_. I grant ye,--had I talk’d sense to him, which had been enough to have lost him for ever. Sir _Sig_. Poor Devil, how fearful ‘tis of losing me! [_Aside_. _Gal_. That’s some Atonement for thy other Sins,-- Come, break thy Word, and wash it quite away. Sir _Sig_. That cogging won’t do, my good Friend, that won’t do. _Gal_. Thou shall be just and perjur’d, and pay my Heart the debt of Love you owe it. _Cor_. And wou’d you have the Heart--to make a Whore of me? _Gal_. With all my Soul, and the Devil’s in’t if I can give thee a greater proof of my Passion. _Cor_. I rather fear you wou’d debauch me into that dull slave call’d a Wife. _Gal_. A Wife! have I no Conscience, no Honour in me? Prithee believe I wou’d not be so wicked-- No,--my Desires are generous, and noble, To set thee up, that glorious insolent thing, That makes Mankind such Slaves, almighty Curtezan! --Come, to thy private Chamber let us haste, The sacred Temple of the God of Love; And consecrate thy Power. [_Offers to bear her off_. _Cor_. Stay, do you take me then for what I seem? _Gal_. I am sure I do, and wou’d not be mistaken for a Kingdom: But if thou art not, I can soon mend that fault, And make thee so.--Come, I’m impatient to begin the Experiment. [_Offers again to carry her off_. _Cor_. Nay, then I am in earnest,--hold, mistaken Stranger--I am of noble Birth; and shou’d I in one hapless loving Minute destroy the Honour of my House, ruin my Youth and Beauty, and all that virtuous Education my hoping Parents gave me? _Gal_. Pretty dissembled Pride and Innocence! And wounds no less than smiles!--Come, let us in,--where I will give thee leave to frown and jilt; such pretty Frauds advance the Appetite. [_Offers again_. _Cor_. By all that’s good, I am a Maid of Quality, Blest with a Fortune equal to my Birth. _Gal_. I do not credit thee; or if I did, For once I wou’d dispense with Quality, And to express my Love, take thee with all these Faults. _Cor_. And being so, can you expect I’ll yield? _Gal_. The sooner for that reason, if thou’rt wise; The Quality will take away the Scandal. Do not torment me longer-- [_Offers to lead her again_. _Cor_. Stay and be undeceiv’d,--I do conjure ye.-- _Gal_. Art thou no Curtezan? _Cor_. Not on my life, nor do intend to be. _Gal_. No Prostitute? nor dost intend to be? _Cor_. By all that’s good, I only feign’d to be so.