Fil. Oh, no, ‘twas all I durst desire, or she durst give; I came too late to hope; she being before promised in Marriage to a more happy man, the Consummation of which waits only the arrival of a Brother of hers, who is now at the Court of France, and every day expected.
Enter Petro like a Barber.
Gal. Hah! Signior Petro.
Fil. Come, Sir, we’ll take a turn i’th’ Gallery, for this Pimp never appears, but Francis desires to be in private.
Gal. Thou wrong’st an honest ingenious Fellow, to call him Pimp.
Pet. Ah, Signior, what his Worship pleases!
Gal. That thou art I’ll be sworn, or what any man’s Worship pleases; for let me tell ye, Harry, he is capacitated to oblige in any quality: for, Sir, he’s your brokering Jew, your Fencing, Dancing, and Civility-Master, your Linguist, your Antiquary, your Bravo, your Pathick, Your Whore, your Pimp; and a thousand more Excellencies he has to supply The necessities of the wanting Stranger.—Well, Sirrah—what design now Upon Sir Signal and his wise Governour?—What do you represent now?
Pet. A Barber, Sir.
Gal. And why a Barber, good Signior Petro?
Pet. Oh, Sir, the sooner to take the heights of their Judgments; it gives handsome opportunities to commend their Faces; for if they are pleas’d with flattery, the certain sign of a Fool’s to be most tickled when most commended, I conclude ‘em the fitter for my purpose; they already put great confidence in me, will have no Masters but of my recommending, all which I supply my self, by the help of my several disguises; by which, and my industry, I doubt not but to pick up a good honest painful livelihood, by cheating these two Reverend Coxcombs.