Feth. Oh, have ye so; what, with Whores, Captain?—’Tis a most delicious Gentlewoman. [Aside.
Pet. Pray, Madam, mind that Cavalier, who takes such pains to recommend himself to you.
La Nu. Yes, for a fine conceited Fool—
Pet. Catso, a Fool, what else?
La Nu. Right, they are our noblest Chapmen; a Fool, and a rich Fool, and an English rich Fool—
Feth. ’Sbud, she eyes me, Ned, I’ll set my self in order, it may take—hah— [Sets himself.
Pet. Let me alone to manage him, I’ll to him—
La Nu. Or to the Devil, so I had one Minute’s time to speak to Willmore.
Pet. And accosting him thus—tell him—
La Nu. [in a hasty Tone.] —I am desperately in love with him, and am Daughter, Wife, or Mistress to some Grandee—bemoan the Condition of Women of Quality in Spain, who by too much Constraint are oblig’d to speak first—but were we blest like other Nations where Men and Women meet— [Speaking so fast, she offering to put in her word, is still prevented by t’other’s running on.