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Flauntit, yours is no such Man; I never saw him, but I have heard he's under decent Correction. Flaunt. Thou art mistaken, Driver, I can keep him within no moderate Bounds without Blows; but for his filthy Custom of Wenching, I have almost broke him of that but prithee, Driver, who are these Gentlemen? Driv.
Madam, this House, which I am Master of, You shall command; whilst I go seek this Bellmour. Dia. But e'er you go, I must inform you why I do pursue him with my just Revenge. Friend. I will attend, and hear impatiently. SCENE II. A Baudy House. Enter Mrs. Driver and Betty Flauntit. Flaunt.
Thou needless Goodness, Which if I follow, canst lead me to no Joys. Come, tell me the Price of all your Pleasures. Sir Tim. Look you, Mistress, I am but a Country Knight. Yet I shou'd be glad of your farther Acquaintance. Pray, who may that Lady be Driv. Who, Mrs. Flauntit, Sir? Sir Tim. Ay, she: she's tearing fine, by Fortune. Driv.
Your Pardon, sweet Sharp, my whole Design in it is to be Master of my self, and with part of her Portion to set up my Miss, Betty Flauntit; which, by the way, is the main end of my marrying; the rest you'll have your shares of Now I am forc'd to take you up Suits at treble Prizes, have damn'd Wine and Meat put upon us, 'cause the Reckoning is to be book'd: But ready Money, ye Rogues!
Enter Sir Timothy, follow'd by Phillis, Sham, Sharp, and Betty Flauntit. Sir Tim. I am pursu'd by two impertinent Women; prithee, Friendlove, tell 'em I am gone out at the Backdoor, and send 'em away. Lord. What's the News here? Sir Tim. How, Celinda here, and Bellmour too! Nay, now wou'd I compound for my Life, at any rate, by Fortune. Phil.
Flauntit, this young Squire that you were Sent to for, has two or three Persons more with him that must be accommodated too. Flaunt. Driver, though I do recreate my self a little sometimes, yet you know I value my Reputation and Honour. Jenny. Mrs.
At the same time he reveals his love as though he told the tale of another, but he is met with scorn and only bidden to fight the husband who has repulsed her. Bellmour, meantime, in despair and rage at his misery plunges into reckless debauchery, and in company with Sir Timothy visits a bagnio, where they meet Betty Flauntit, the knight's kept mistress, and other cyprians.
Make haste to my Lodging But hark ye not a word of this to Betty Flauntit, she'll be up in Arms these two Days, if she go not with us; and though I think the fond Devil is true to me, yet it were worse than Wedlock, if I should be so to her too. Tho Whores in all things else the Mastery get, In this alone, like Wives, they must submit. Exeunt. SCENE I. A Room in Lord Plotwell's House. Lord.
Why, how now, Frank by Fortune, the Rogue is Maudlin So, ho, ho, so ho. Bel. The matter? Sir Tim. Oh, art awake What a Devil ail'st thou, Frank? Bel. A Wench, or any thing come, let's drink a round. Sham. They're come as wisht for. Enter Flauntit, Driver, Doll and Jenny mask'd. Bel. Oh, damn 'em! What shall I do? Yet it would look like Virtue to avoid 'em.
Flauntit; but 'tis not Beauty or Wit that takes now-a-days; the Age is altered since I took upon me this genteel Occupation: but 'tis a fine Petticoat, right Points, and clean Garnitures, that does me Credit, and takes the Gallant, though on a stale Woman. And again, Mrs. Jenny, she's kept, and Men love as much for Malice, as for Lechery, as they call it.
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