_Cour._ Horrid, horrid marriage! _Sylv._ Name, name no more of it! _Cour._ At that sad word let's part. _Sylv._ Let's wish all men decrepit, dull, and silly. _Cour._ And every woman old and ugly. _Sylv._ Adieu! _Cour._ Farewell! _Enter_ FRISK, _a young fellow affectedly dressed, several_ _others with him_. _Sylv._ Ah me, Mr. Frisk! _Frisk._ Mademoiselle Sylvia! sincerely as I hope to be saved, the devil take me--damme, madam, who's that? _Sylv._ Ha, ha, ha, hea! [_Exit with_ FRISK. _Cour._ True to thy failings always, woman! how naturally is the sex fond of a rogue! What a monster was that for a woman to delight in! Now must I love her still, though I know I'm a blockhead for't, and she'll use me like a blockhead too, if I don't prevent her. What's to be done? I'll have three whores a day, to keep love out of my head. _Re-enter_ BEAUGARD. Beaugard, well met again; how go matters? handsomely? _Beau._ Oh, very handsomely! had you but seen how handsomely I was used just now, you would swear so. I have heard thee rail in my time; would thou wouldst exercise thy talent a little at present! _Cour._ At what? _Beau._ Why, canst thou ever want a subject? rail at thyself, rail at me--I deserve to be railed at. See there, what thinkest thou of that engine, that moving lump of filthiness, miscalled a man? _A clumsy fellow marches over the Stage, dressed like_ _an_ Officer. _Cour._ Curse on him for a rogue, I know him. _Beau._ So. _Cour._ The rascal was a retailer of ale but yesterday, and now he is an officer and be hanged; 'tis a dainty sight in a morning to see him with his toes turned in, drawing his legs after him, at the head of a hundred lusty fellows. Some honest gentleman or other stays now, because that dog had money to bribe some corrupt colonel withal. _Enter another, gravely dressed._ _Beau._ There, there's another of my acquaintance; he was my father's footman not long since, and has pimped for me oftener than he prayed for himself; that good quality recommended him to a nobleman's service, which, together with flattering, fawning, lying, spying and informing, has raised him to an employment of trust and reputation, though the rogue can't write his name, nor read his neck-verse,[37] if he had occasion. _Cour._ 'Tis as unreasonable to expect a man of sense should be preferred, as 'tis to think a hector can be stout, a priest religious, a fair woman chaste, or a pardoned rebel loyal. _Enter two others, seeming earnestly in discourse._