Wild. Hell and the Devil! I’ll hear no more Of this religious Stuff, this godly Nonsense. Death, Madam, do you bring me into your Chamber to preach Virtue to me?
L. Gal. I bring you hither! how can you say it?
I suffer’d you indeed to come, but not
For the base end you fancy’d, but to take
A last Leave of you. Let my Heart break with Love,
I cannot be that wretched thing you’d have me;
Believe I still shall have a Kindness for you,
Always your Friend, your Mistress now no more.
Wild. Cozen’d, abus’d, she loves some other Man!
Dull Blockhead, not to find it out before! [Aside.
—Well, Madam, may I at last believe
This is your fix’d and final Resolution?
And does your Tongue now truly speak your Heart,
That has so long bely’d it?
L. Gal. It does.
Wild. I’m glad on’t. Good Night; and when I visit you again, May you again thus fool me. [Offers to go.
L. Gal. Stay but a Moment.
Wild. For what? to praise your Night-dress, or make
Court to your little Dog? No, no, Madam, send for Mr.
Flamfull, and Mr. Flutterbuz, Mr. Lap-fool and Mr.
Loveall; they’ll do it better, and are more at leisure.
L. Gal. Hear me a little: You know I both despise, and hate those civil Coxcombs, as much as I esteem and love you. But why will you be gone so soon? and why are ye so cruel to urge me thus to part either with your good Opinion or your Kindness? I wou’d fain keep ‘em both. [In a soft Tone.
Wild. Then keep your Word, Madam.
L. Gal. My Word! and have I promis’d then to be
A Whore? A Whore! Oh, let me think of that!
A Man’s Convenience, his leisure Hours, his Bed of Ease,
To loll and tumble on at idle times;
The Slave, the Hackney of his lawless Lust!
A loath’d Extinguisher of filthy Flames,
Made use of, and thrown by—Oh, infamous!