WELL, Governour, I think I have Atchiev'd, under thy Con∣duct, as considerable a Character in as short a time—
Nay, you come on amain.
And, though I say it, have done as much—
And suffer'd as much.
For the Credit of my Country men, and the Reputation of a Whoremaster, as the erran'st Rake-hell of 'em all.
You're a pretty Proficient indeed, and so perfectly act the Cavalier, that cou'd you put on our Sex with your Breeches, o' my Conscience, you wou'd carry all the Women before you.
And drive all the Men before me; I am for Universal Empire, and wou'd not be stinted to one Province; I wou'd be fear'd, as well as lov'd:
As famous for my Action with the Men, As for my Passion for the Women.You're in the way to't; you change your Men as often as you do your Women; and have every day a new Mistress, and a new Quarrel.
Why, 'tis only the Fashion of the World, that gives your Sex a better Title than we have, to the wearing a Sword; my constant Exercise with my Fencing Master, and Conversation among Men, who make little of the matter, have at last not only made me adroit, but despise the Danger of a Quarrel too.
A Lady-like Reputation, truly. But how preposterously Fortune places her Favours, when no body is the better for 'em.
Why how now, Governour?
She seldom gives a Man an Estate, who has either the Conscience or Youth to enjoy it—
But he may leave it to one who has.
An honest Man might be thankful for half your Fortune with the Women. But what pleasure can you find in following 'em?