_Ned Blunt, Ned, Ned_-- [and knocking within.
_Belv._ Why, he"s dead, Sir, without dispute dead, he has not been seen to day; let"s break open the Door-- here-- Boy--
_Blunt._ Ha, break open the Door! "dsheartlikins that mad Fellow will be as good as his word.
_Belv._ Boy, bring something to force the Door.
[A great noise within at the Door again.
_Blunt._ So, now must I speak in my own Defence, I"ll try what Rhetorick will do-- hold-- hold, what do you mean, Gentlemen, what do you mean?
_Belv._ Oh Rogue, art alive? prithee open the Door, and convince us.
_Blunt._ Yes, I am alive, Gentlemen-- but at present a little busy.
_Belv._ How! _Blunt_ grown a man of Business! come, come, open, and let"s see this Miracle.
[within.
_Blunt._ No, no, no, no, Gentlemen, "tis no great Business-- but-- I am-- at-- my Devotion,-- "dsheartlikins, will you not allow a man time to pray?
_Belv._ Turn"d religious! a greater Wonder than the first, therefore open quickly, or we shall unhinge, we shall.
[within.
_Blunt._ This won"t do-- Why, hark ye, Colonel; to tell you the plain Truth, I am about a necessary Affair of Life.-- I have a Wench with me-- you apprehend me? the Devil"s in"t if they be so uncivil as to disturb me now.
_Will._ How, a Wench! Nay, then we must enter and partake; no Resistance,-- unless it be your Lady of Quality, and then we"ll keep our distance.
_Blunt._ So, the Business is out.
_Will._ Come, come, lend more hands to the Door,-- now heave altogether-- so, well done, my Boys-- [Breaks open the Door.
Enter _Belvile_, _Willmore_, _Fred._ _Pedro_ and _Belvile"s_ Page: _Blunt_ looks simply, they all laugh at him, he lays his hand on his Sword, and conies up to _Willmore_.
_Blunt._ Hark ye, Sir, laugh out your laugh quickly, d"ye hear, and be gone, I shall spoil your sport else; "dsheartlikins, Sir, I shall-- the Jest has been carried on too long,-- a Plague upon my Taylor-- [Aside.
_Will._ "Sdeath, how the Wh.o.r.e has drest him! Faith, Sir, I"m sorry.
_Blunt._ Are you so, Sir? keep"t to your self then, Sir, I advise you, d"ye hear? for I can as little endure your Pity as his Mirth.
[Lays his Hand on"s Sword.
_Belv._ Indeed, _Willmore_, thou wert a little too rough with _Ned Blunt"s_ Mistress; call a Person of Quality Wh.o.r.e, and one so young, so handsome, and so eloquent!-- ha, ha, ha.
_Blunt._ Hark ye, Sir, you know me, and know I can be angry; have a care-- for "dsheartlikins I can fight too-- I can, Sir,-- do you mark me-- no more.
_Belv._ Why so peevish, good _Ned_? some Disappointments, I"ll warrant-- What! did the jealous Count her Husband return just in the nick?
_Blunt._ Or the Devil, Sir,-- d"ye laugh? [They laugh.] Look ye, settle me a good sober Countenance, and that quickly too, or you shall know _Ned Blunt_ is not--
_Belv._ Not every Body, we know that.
_Blunt._ Not an a.s.s, to be laught at, Sir.
_Will._ Unconscionable Sinner, to bring a Lover so near his Happiness, a vigorous pa.s.sionate Lover, and then not only cheat him of his Moveables, but his Desires too.
_Belv._ Ah, Sir, a Mistress is a Trifle with _Blunt_, he"ll have a dozen the next time he looks abroad; his Eyes have Charms not to be resisted: There needs no more than to expose that taking Person to the view of the Fair, and he leads "em all in Triumph.
_Ped._ Sir, tho I"m a stranger to you, I"m ashamed at the rudeness of my Nation; and could you learn who did it, would a.s.sist you to make an Example of "em.
_Blunt._ Why, ay, there"s one speaks sense now, and handsomly; and let me tell you Gentlemen, I should not have shew"d my self like a Jack-Pudding, thus to have made you Mirth, but that I have revenge within my power; for know, I have got into my possession a Female, who had better have fallen under any Curse, than the Ruin I design her: "dsheartlikins, she a.s.saulted me here in my own Lodgings, and had doubtless committed a Rape upon me, had not this Sword defended me.
_Fred._ I knew not that, but o" my Conscience thou hadst ravisht her, had she not redeem"d her self with a Ring-- let"s see"t, _Blunt_.
[_Blunt_ shews the Ring.
_Belv._ Hah!-- the Ring I gave _Florinda_ when we exchang"d our Vows!-- hark ye, _Blunt_-- [Goes to whisper to him.
_Will._ No whispering, good Colonel, there"s a Woman in the case, no whispering.
_Belv._ Hark ye, Fool, be advis"d, and conceal both the Ring and the Story, for your Reputation"s sake; don"t let People know what despis"d Cullies we _English_ are: to be cheated and abus"d by one Wh.o.r.e, and another rather bribe thee than be kind to thee, is an Infamy to our Nation.
_Will._ Come, come, where"s the Wench? we"ll see her, let her be what she will, we"ll see her.
_Ped._ Ay, ay, let us see her, I can soon discover whether she be of Quality, or for your Diversion.
_Blunt._ She"s in _Fred"s_ Custody.
_Will._ Come, come, the Key.
[To _Fred._ who gives him the Key, they are going.
_Belv._ Death! what shall I do?-- stay, Gentlemen-- yet if I hinder "em, I shall discover all-- hold, let"s go one at once-- give me the Key.
_Will._ Nay, hold there, Colonel, I"ll go first.
_Fred._ Nay, no Dispute, _Ned_ and I have the property of her.
_Will._ d.a.m.n Property-- then we"ll draw Cuts. [_Belv._ goes to whisper _Will._] Nay, no Corruption, good Colonel: come, the longest Sword carries her.-- [They all draw, forgetting Don _Pedro_, being a Spaniard, had the longest.
_Blunt._ I yield up my Interest to you Gentlemen, and that will be Revenge sufficient.
_Will._ The Wench is yours-- (_To _Ped.__) Pox of his _Toledo_, I had forgot that.
_Fred._ Come, Sir, I"ll conduct you to the Lady.
[Ex. _Fred._ and _Ped._
_Belv._ To hinder him will certainly discover-- [Aside.] Dost know, dull Beast, what Mischief thou hast done?
[_Will._ walking up and down out of Humour.
_Will._ Ay, ay, to trust our Fortune to Lots, a Devil on"t, "twas madness, that"s the Truth on"t.
_Belv._ Oh intolerable Sot!