Scene changes to a wash-House, or out-House.
Enter with Dark-lanthorn Bredwel disguis'd like a Devil, leading Gayman.
Bred.
Stay here, till I give notice of your coming.
[Exit Bredwel, leaves his Dark-lanthorn.
Gay.
Kind Light, a little of your Aid—now must I be peeping tho my Curiosity should lose me all—hah—Zouns, what's here—a Hovel or a Hog-sty? hum, see the Wickedness of Man, that I should find no time to Swear in, but just when I'm in the Devils Clutches.
Enter Pert, as an old Woman with a Staff.
Old Woman.
Good Even to you, fair Sir.
Gay.
Ha—desend me! if this be she, I must rival the De∣vil, that's certain.
Old W.
Come young Gentleman, dare not you venture?
Gay.
He must be as hot as Vesuvius, that do's—I shall never earn my Morning's Present.
Old W.
What do you fear, a longing Woman Sir?
Gay.
The Devil I do—this is a damn'd Preparation to Love.
Old W.
Why stand you gazing Sir, a Womans Passion is like the Tide, it stays for no man when the Hour is come—
Gay.
I'm sorry I have took it at the Turning.
I'm sure mine's ebbing out as fast.
Old W.
Will you not speak Sir—will you not on?
Gay.
I wou'd fain ask—a civil Question or two first.
Old W.
You know, too much Curiosity lost Paradice.
Gay.
Why there's it now.
Old W.
Fortune and Love invite you if you dare follow me.
Gay.
This is the first thing in Peticoats that ever dar'd me in vain. Were I but sure she were but Humane now—for sundry