Cor. Stay and be undeceiv’d,—I do conjure ye.—
Gal. Art thou no Curtezan?
Cor. Not on my life, nor do intend to be.
Gal. No Prostitute? nor dost intend to be?
Cor. By all that’s good, I only feign’d to be so.
Gal. No Curtezan! hast thou deceiv’d me then?
Tell me, thou wicked honest cozening Beauty,
Why didst thou draw me in, with such a fair Pretence,
Why such a tempting Preface to invite,
And the whole Piece so useless and unedifying?
—Heavens! not a Curtezan!
Why from thy Window didst thou take my Vows,
And make such kind Returns? Oh, damn your Quality:
What honest Whore but wou’d have scorn’d thy Cunning?
Cor. I make ye kind Returns?
Gal. Persuade me out of that too; ‘twill be like ye.
Cor. By all my Wishes I never held Discourse with you—but this Evening, since I first saw your Face.
Gal. Oh, the Impudence of Honesty and Quality in Woman!
A plague upon ‘em both, they have undone me!
Bear witness, oh thou gentle Queen of Night,
Goddess of Shades, ador’d by Lovers most;
How oft under thy Covert she has damn’d her self,
With feigned Love to me! [In Passion.