Gal. How the Devil got’st thou this credit with ‘em?
Pet. O, easily, Sir, as Knaves get Estates, or Fools Employments.
Fil. I hope amongst all your good qualities, you forgot not your more natural one of pimping.
Pet. No, I assure you, Sir; I have told Sir Signal Buffoon, that no Man lives here without his Inamorata: which very word has so fir’d him, that he’s resolved to have an Inamorata whate’er it cost him; and, as in all things else, I have in that too promised my assistance.
Gal. If you assist him no better than you have done me, he may stay long enough for his Inamorata.
Pet. Why, faith, Sir, I lie at my young Lady night and day; but she is so loth to part with that same Maiden-head of hers yet—but to morrow night, Sir, there’s hopes.—
Gal. To morrow night; Oh, ‘tis an Age in Love! Desire knows no time but the present, ‘tis now I wish, and now I wou’d enjoy: a new Day ought to bring a new Desire.
Pet. Alas, Sir, I’m but an humble Bravo.
Gal. Yes, thou’rt a Pimp, yet want’st the Art to procure a longing
Lover the Woman he adores, though but a common Curtezan—Oh, confound her
Maiden-head—she understands her Trade too well, to have that badge of
Innocence.
Pet. I offered her her Price, Sir.