Sir _Tim_. Victorious _Betty_, be merciful, and do not ruin my Reputation amongst my Friends. _Flaunt_. Your Whores you mean, you Sot you. Sir _Tim_. Nay, triumphant _Betty_, hear thy poor _Timmy_. _Flaunt_. My poor _Ninny_, I’m us’d barbarously, and won’t endure it. Sir _Tim_. I’ve won Money to Night, _Betty_, to buy thee Clothes--hum --hum--Well said, _Frank_, towse the little Jilts, they came for that purpose. _Flaunt_. The Devil confound him, what a Prize have I lost by his being here--my Comfort is, he has not found me out though, but thinks I came to look for him, and accordingly I must dissemble. _Bel_. What’s here? A Lady all in Tears! Sir _Tim_. An old Acquaintance of mine, that takes it unkindly that I am for Change--_Betty_, say so too, you know I can settle nothing till I’m marry’d; and he can do it swingingly, if we can but draw him in. _Flaunt_. This mollifies something, do this, and you’ll make your Peace; if not, you Rascal, your Ears shall pay for this Night’s Transgression. Sir _Tim_. Come hither, _Frank_, is not this a fine Creature? _Bel_. By Heaven, a very Devil! Sir _Tim_. Come, come, approach her; for if you’ll have a Miss, this has all the good Qualities of one--go, go Court her, thou art so bashful-- _Bel_. I cannot frame my Tongue to so much Blasphemy, as ‘tis to say kind things to her--I’ll try my Heart though--Fair Lady--Damn her, she is not fair--nor sweet--nor good--nor--something I must say for a beginning. Come, Lady--dry your Eyes: This Man deserves not all the Tears you shed. --So--at last the Devil has got the better of me, And I am enter’d. _Flaunt_. You see, Sir, how miserable we Women are that love you Men. _Bel_. How, did you love him? Love him against his Will? _Flaunt_. So it seems, Sir. _Bel_. Oh, thou art wretched then indeed; no wonder if he hate thee-- Does he not curse thee? Curse thee till thou art damn’d, as I do lost _Diana_. [_Aside_. _Flaunt_. Curse me! He were not best in my hearing; Let him do what he will behind my Back. What ails the Gentleman? _Bel_. Gods! what an odious thing mere Coupling is! A thing which every sensual Animal Can do as well as we--but prithee tell me, Is there nought else between the nobler Creatures? _Flaunt_. Not that I know of, Sir-- Lord, he’s very silly, or very innocent, I hope he has his Maidenhead; if so, and rich too. Oh, what a booty were this for me! [_Aside_. _Bel_. ‘Tis wondrous strange; Why was not I created like the rest, Wild, and insensible, to fancy all? _Flaunt_. Come, Sir, you must learn to be gay, to sing, to dance, and talk of any thing, and fancy any thing that’s in your way too. _Bel_. Oh, I can towse, and ruffle, like any Leviathan, when I begin-- Come, prove my Vigor. [_Towses her_. _Flaunt_. Oh, Lord, Sir! You tumble all my Garniture. _Bel_. There’s Gold to buy thee more--