Mr. Ven. Ay, ay, all of us.
Enter Musick and others who sing.
A Dialogue set by Seignior Baptist.
| Man. A Woman’s Love | Woman. And Man’s is such, |
| Man. Still too little, | Wom. Or else too much. |
| Wom. Men are Extreams, | Man. And Women too, |
| Wom. All, all are false, | Man. All, All like you. |
| Wom. You’ll swear and lie, | Man. If you’l believe, |
| Wom. And sigh and die, | Man. Yet still deceive. |
| Wom. Your Vows and Oaths | Man. Your Smiles and Tears, |
| Wom. Are all but Baits, | Man. Are all but Snares. |
| Wom. To win a Heart, | Man. And then destroy, |
| Wom. The easy Fool, | Man. The promis’d Joy. |
Another Strain.
Wom. I’le have you offer no more your Pretending,
Man. Nor will I suffer your modish Dissembling:
Wom. For Honour commands,
Man. And Freedom withstands,
Wom. What you?
Man. And you.
Wom. I know wou’d have me be, your Slave,
Man. I know wou’d have me be, your Slave.
Wom. O, no, no, no!
Man. No, no, no, no!
Wom. I never will agree,
Man. I ever will be free.
After the Song enter Justice Merryman, Summerfield, and three or four Sailers.
Mer. Daughter, Daughter! Where’s my Daughter? I say, Where’s my Daughter? O Girl, I have the best News to tell you——
Ara. What of my Husband, Sir?
Mer. No, no, of your Cousin, Girl, of your Cousin.