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Ang. It might be somewhat uneasy, I confess, but they wou'd have the worst on 't.
Cons. Not so much as you may imagine, for they have a thousand other Diversions: Nor, wou'd Love it self be altogether excluded; for in this wicked Age, a young, spruce, handsom Fellow, is become a Rival for a fine Woman. And I'le pawn my Breeches, and all that belongs to 'em, if in this Dress we are not as much courted by the Men themselves, as when we appear'd to be Women.
Ang. Fy, Constantia, thy Breeches have made thee strangely extravagant.
Cons. Why don't you see as we walk along, how they stop and look back—Demme' Jack, says one, a pretty young Fellow—By Jove as good as a Wench—And then a Lady with a languishing Cast, ogles over her shoulder, and whispers her Companion—I vow, my Dear, a most agreeable Creature. Upon my Reputation, such a Man is not at all my Aversion.
Ang. Of all the Conquests I have made in this habit, that which pleases me best, is my Adventure with my Lady Dorimen. It is, you know, to her Neece Lucinda, that my faithless Bellamour is to be marry'd; wherefore if lean but get into her Ladyship's Family, and have some power over her Inclinations, I hope to find an Expedient to break off a Match, which, if concluded, undoes me.
Cons. Exceeding Wife and Politick.
Ang. My trusty Friend and Counsellor in this Intrigue, (with Reverence be it spoken) is my own lewd old Father Sir Toby Cusifle, with whom thus disguis'd, I have contracted a particular Intimacy: Whoring and Pimping have been always his Occupation—The kind Offices he does of that sort, make him every where a welcom Person. He knows me not, nor indeed is it possible he shou'd, having left me at ten years old in the Country, at random, to the care of an old Nurse, and never seen, nor scarce enquir'd after me since.
Cons. A hopeful Father truly.
Ang. How unkind soever he has been, if by his assistance I can be so introduc'd to my Lady Dorimen, as to undermine Bellamour, and reclaim his Infidelity, he will then be a Father
