Lau. Which then he seem’d to give a credit to.—O, the forsworn Dissembler!
Gal. But when I came to the matter then in debate, she was for honourable Love forsooth, and wou’d not yield, no marry wou’d she, not under a Licence from the Parson of the Parish.
Jul. Who was it, prithee? ‘twere a good Deed to be so reveng’d on her.
Gal. Pox on her; no, I’m sure she’s a damn’d Gipsy, for at the same time she had her Lovers in reserve, lay hid her Bed-chamber.
Lau. ‘Twas that he took unkindly, And makes me guilty of that rude Address.
Fil. Another Lover had she?
Gal. Yes, our Coxcomb Knight Buffoon, laid by for a relishing Bit, in case I prov’d not season’d to her Mind.
Lau. Hah, he knew him then.
Gal. But damn her, she passes with the Night, the Day will bring new Objects.
Fil. Oh, do not doubt it, Frank.