Enter Don Frederick. This is fome noble fellow. Fred. 'Tis his tongue fure. Don John. John. Don Frederick. Fred. Y' are fairly met, Sir. I thought ye had been a bat-fowling: pr'ythee tell me What revelations haft thou had to-night, I'll tell thee, Frederick: But, before I tell thee, Settle thy understanding. Fred. 'Tis prepar'd, Sir. John. Why, then, mark what shall follow : This night, Frederick, This baudy night--- Fred: I thought no lefs. John. This blind night, What doft thou think I have got? Fred. The pox, it may be. John. Would 'twere no worfe: you talk of revelations ; I have got a revelation will reveal me An errant coxcomb whilft I live. VOL. I. M Fred. Fred. What is't? Thou haft loft nothing? John. No, I have got, I tell thee. John. One of the infantry, a child. John. A chopping child, man. Fred. Give you joy, Sir. John. A lump of lewdness, Frederick, that's the truth on't; This town's abominable. Fred. I ftill told ye, John, Your whoring must come home; I counsell'd you: But, where no grace is---- John. 'Tis none of mine, man. Fred. Anfwer the parish fo. John. Cheated in troth. Peeping into a house, by v hom I know not, Nor where to find the place again; no, Frederick, "Tis no poor one, That's my best comfort, for't has brought about it Enough to make it, man. Fred. Where is't? John. At home. Fred. A faving voyage: but what will you fay, Signior, Το To him that, fearching out your ferious worship, Has met a stranger fortune? John. How, good Frederick? A militant girl to this boy would hit it. Fred. No, mine's a nobler venture; what.do you think, Sir. Of a diftreffed lady, one whofe beauty Would over-fell all Italy? John. Where is the ?---- Fred. A woman of that rare behaviour, So qualifi'd, as admiration Dwells round about her; of that perfect spirit---John. Ay marry, Sir! Fred. That admirable carriage, That sweetness in difcourfe; young as the morning, Her blushes staining his. John. But where's this creature? Shew me but that. Fred. That's all one, fhe's forth-coming, I have her fure, boy. John. Hark ye, Frederick, What truck betwixt my infant? Fred. 'Tis too light, Sir, Stick to your charge, good Don John, I am well. John. But is there fuch a wench ?: H Fred. Firft tell me this, Did you not lately as you walk'd along, John. Yes marry, and they urg'd it, as far as Fred. Pray go forward. John. A gentleman I found engag'd amongst’em; And without hurt (I thank heaven) refcu'd him. And now to fatisfy you, there is a woman, Oh John! there is a woman John. Oh where is she? 111911 Fred. And one of no lefs worth, than I told ye; And, which is more, fal'n under my protection. John. I am glad of that; forward, fweet Frederick. Fred. And which is more than that, by this night's wandring, And, which is most of all, she is at home too, Sir. Fred. Yes, but 'tis moft certain, John. Why? Fred. She has fworn me, That That none else shall come near her: not my mother, Till fome doubts are clear'd. John. Not look upon her! What chamber is fhe in? Fred. In ours. John. Let's go, I say: A woman's oaths are wafers, break with making, They must for modesty a little: we all know it, Fred. No, I'll affure you, Sir, John. Not fee her? I smell an old dog trick of yours. Well, Frederick, You talk'd to me of whoring, let's have fair play, Square dealing I would with ye. Fred. When 'tis come (Which I know never will be) to that iffue, Your spoon fhall be as deep as mine, Sir. John. Tell me, And tell me true, is the cause honourable ? Fred. By all our friendship, John, "Tis honeft, and of great end, John. I am anfwer'd : But let me fee her tho'; leave the door open As you go in. Fred. I dare not. M 3 John. |