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Dia. For him! Really, Brother, if you think so, I will concern my self no more in this Affair; my Sisters might fall out for the Man, but I vow my Disorder proceeded from nothing but an inordinate desire to be the Instrument of your happiness.

Fred. Pray no more words—Go home, agree among your selves, and make me happy, by making Courtall so.

[Exeunt Women.

How awkardly we strive to conceal our Passions![Solus.

And how apparent is the Love of these Women, in spight of their affected Aversion! It is as hard to hide True Love, as it is to dissemble Feign'd.[Exit.

Enter Sir John Aery and Vaunter.

Sir J. Aery. Lucinda to be marry'd to Bellamour! Geddemme, as I hope to be sav'd, sure she won't serve me so: But hang't, all Women are Jilts, and I don't care this pinch of Snuff who has her.

Vaun. Nor I, Beged; for I have taken pains to make the Town believe I have had her, and, Beged, that's all I desire with any Woman.

Sir J Aery. And, Demme, she has made me believe a thousand times that I shou'd have her; for by all the great Geds and the little, she never sees me, but she laughs full in my face; and if to smile is a sign of being pleas'd, Beged to laugh is at least as much again.

Vaun. Well interpreted, dear Sir Jecky, Beged; for where ever I go, I observe every body laugh, and I always us'd to take it for an Affront.

Sir J. Aery. That's very foolish, Geddemme: Now, I never take any thing for an Affront. If a Man calls me Son of a Whore, Beged I always take it for a mark of familiarity and kindness. If any one kicks, or gives me a Box on the Ear, I take it all in good part. A very good Jest, i'faith, and i laugh till I hold my sides.

Vaun. Thou'rt i'th' right, Beged; for why the Devil shou'd I suppose any Man would affront a Man of my parts? Beged, 'tis less'ning one's self, and I thank thee, dear Jecky, from my Soul, for reforming me in this Error: But prithee tell me, dear

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