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Madam, there is Monsieur Satyrical come to visit you.
Cupid and Venus possess him, and Pallas guard me. Conduct him hither.
Monsieur Satyrical, you appear like a Comet to our Sex.
If all your Sex had been like you, I should have been as conver∣sant as one of the Planets.
I hope you have not that Influence on our Sex, as the Planets have on Earthly Creatures.
I wish I had, for then I might cast such an Influence of Love, as might cause you to love me.
But you are like the Planet of Saturn, and not of Venus: for you frown, when Venus smiles.
I shall not do so when you smile.
You will when I quarrel with you.
I hope you will not quarrel with me; but if you do, I will re∣ceive your anger, as subjects receive the punishments of Laws, obediently, although it ruins me.
I will make you Judge of the Cause, as of the Laws. Have I not reason to quarrel with you, when I Challeng'd you to an Honourable Fight, and you return'd my Challenge back with scorn and slight?
Whatsoever my Answer was, I confess I am conquer'd, and yield my self your prisoner, to dispose of me as you please: But if you will, take a Ransome of current Love, which I have brought you in the Chest of my Heart, wherein it is so fast lock'd, that nothing but your Acceptance can open it.
If it be capable of being taken forth, I may leave your heart empty.