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Scena Secunda.

Riccamare, Garbato.
Ric.
As she's set together, she appears
Reasonably handsome.

Garb.
Like the grave Governess of a Roman Bawdy-house,
But when she's disjoynted, like a new dissected
Anatomy, then tell me thy opinion.

Ric.
I warrant you, a gilded Pill will down.
But did'st observe her Conscience, how 'twas spiced?

Garb.
Like a Wassal bowl, or a pepper posset, it bit agen.
She's not like our Shop-keepers, that vent their
Wares by a false light, she'll have you survey
The Commodity well, that you may not repent
The bargain.

Ric.
Blame her not, she's honest and kind.

Garb.
As Cats when they first grow proud, all her
Caresses will consist in scratching, and like
The Russian Lasses, she must be basted, to be
Made sensible of thy kindness.

Ric.
The Woman's well, considering her wealth.

Garb.
I fear thou'lt scarce like her when thou
Hast seen her imperfections.

Ric.
Why, are they so horrid?

Gar.
Faith I know not, but the Ceremonie gives
Much of Terrour—she's made of several
Loose Parcells, that's certain; and to have an
Arm taken off, turn into a Cats paw; her
Nose convert to a Swines Snout, her Periwig
To Hares, and her Legs to Grey-hounds to course
Them, wou'd it not startle thee?

Ric.
Thou art as whimsical as a Court Lady
Studying of new fashions, I cannot imagine
Half these deformities.

Garb.
May she prove the Figure of Helen! or rather
May her wealth make her appear so!
Enter Amante.
My dear Amante, 'tis above an Age,
Since I had last the happiness to see you.

Aman.
Perhaps you'l wish you had not seen me now.

Garb.
You wrong our Friendship much; your reason Sir?

Aman.
Dismiss that Gentleman, and I'le inform you.

Ric.
I shall see you at my lodging.

Garb.
In time to wait upon you to the party.

[Garbato whispers Riccamare.
Ric.
Be sure you don't forget.
[Exit Riccamare.

Garb.
You know my forfeit. Now Friend I am yours.

Aman.
You knew my Love once to Constantia.

Garb.
And have lamented oft, the change.

Aman.
That Crime must be imputed Sir to Love,
Or beauty which commands it; however now
I am summon'd to answer it with my Sword.

Garb.
I thought Constantia had prevail'd upon
Her Brothers rage, to let it sleep.

Aman.
'Twas so believ'd, and that she had confin'd
His fury by an Oath; I must avow
Her pity therein did affect me much,
For I was loth to justifie a Crime
Love made me so unwillingly commit.

Garb.
What's the occasion then of this new quarrel?

Aman.
I know not well, but he seems to charge me
With fresh injuries, which I averring false,
He call'd me Coward, thy Friend Amante Coward.

Garb.
Just Gods! and when d'you Combate him?

Aman.
Immediately, if you but honour me so far,
As to appear my second,

Garb.
You know you may command me.

Aman.
'Tis time we did attend him.

Garb.
Away, this Arm unto my Sword shall lend
A double vigour to revenge my Friend.

[Exeunt.