Bell. Ay, ay; wisdom's nothing but a pretending to know and believe more than we really do. You read of but one wise man, and all that he knew was, that he knew nothing. Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em: wit, be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation; and let father Time shake his glass. Let low and earthly souls grovel 'till they have worked themselves six foot deep into a grave. Business is not my element-I roll in a higher orb, and dwell

Vain. In castles i'th' air of thy own building: that's thy element, Ned. Well, as high a flyer as you are, I have a lure may make you stoop.1

[Flings a letter.

Bell. Ay, marry, sir, I have a hawk's eye at a woman's hand. There's more elegancy in the false spelling of this superscription--[Takes up the letter]-than in all Cicero. -Let me see-How now! [Reads.] "Dear perfidious Vainlove."

Vain. Hold! hold! 'slife, that's the wrong.

Bell. Nay, let's see the name-Silvia! How canst thou be ungrateful to that creature? She's extremely pretty, and loves thee entirely. I have heard her breathe such raptures about thee.

Vain. Ay, or anybody that she's about.

Bell. No, faith, Frank, you wrong her: she has been just to you.

Vain. That's pleasant, by my troth, from thee, who hast had her.

'Tis true, by heaven; blushing like the virgin cheat, which that trusty

Bell. Never-her affections. she owned it to my face; and morn when it disclosed the bawd of nature, Night, had hid, confessed her soul was true to you; though I by treachery had stolen the bliss.

Vain. So was true as turtle-in imagination, Ned, ha?

1 A term in falconry. The "lure" was an artificial decoy-bird used to call the young hawks home.

Preach this doctrine to husbands, and the married women will adore thee.

Bell. Why, faith, I think it will do well enough, if the husband be out of the way, for the wife to show her fondness and impatience of his absence by choosing a lover as like him as she can; and what is unlike, she may help out with her own fancy.

Vain. But is it not an abuse to the lover to be made a blind of?

Bell. As you say, the abuse is to the lover, not the husband: for 'tis an argument of her great zeal towards him, that she will enjoy him in effigy.

Vain. It must be a very superstitious country, where such zeal passes for true devotion. I doubt it will be damned by all our protestant husbands for flat idolatry. -But if you can make Alderman Fondlewife of your persuasion, this letter will be needless.

Bell. What, the old banker with the handsome wife? Vain. Ay.

Bell. Let me see, Lætitia! oh, 'tis a delicious morsel! Dear Frank, thou art the truest friend in the world.

Vain. Ay, am I not? to be continually starting of hares for you to course. We were certainly cut out for one another; for my temper quits an amour, just where thine takes it up.-But read that, it is an appointment for me this evening, when Fondlewife will be gone out of town, to meet the master of a ship, about the return of a venture which he's in danger of losing. Read, read.

Bell. Hum, hum. [Reads.] "Out of town this evening, and talks of sending for Mr. Spintext to keep me company; but I'll take care he shall not be at home." Good! Spintext! oh, the fanatic one-eyed parson!

Vain. Ay.

Bell. Hum, hum. [Reads.] "That your conversation will be much more agreeable, if you can counterfeit his habit to blind the servants." Very good! Then I must

be disguised?With all my heart-It adds a gusto to an amour, gives it the greater resemblance of theft, and, among us lewd mortals, the deeper the sin the sweeter. Frank, I'm amazed at thy good-nature.

Vain. Faith, I hate love when 'tis forced upon a man, as I do wine: and this business is none of my seeking. I only happened to be once or twice where Letitia was the handsomest woman in company, so consequently applied myself to her, and it seems she has taken me at my word. Had you been there, or anybody, 't had been the same.

Bell. I wish I may succeed as the same.

Vain. Never doubt it; for if the spirit of cuckoldom be once raised up in a woman, the devil can't lay it, 'till she has done 't.

Bell. Prithee, what sort of fellow is Fondlewife?

Vain. A kind of mongrel zealot, sometimes very precise and peevish; but I have seen him pleasant enough in his way; much addicted to jealousy, but more to fondness: so that as he's often jealous without a cause, he's as often satisfied without reason.

Bell. A very even temper, and fit for my purpose. I must get your man Setter to provide my disguise.

Vain. Ay, you may take him for good-and-all if you will, for you have made him fit for nobody else.— Well

Bell. You're going to visit in return of Silvia's letter— poor rogue! Any hour of the day or night will serve her. But do you know nothing of a new rival there?

Vain. Yes, Heartwell, that surly, old, pretended womanhater, thinks her virtuous; that's one reason why I fail her: I would have her fret herself out of conceit with me, that she may entertain some thoughts of him. I know he visits her every day.

Bell. Yet rails on still, and thinks his love unknown to us. A little time will swell him so, he must be forced to give it birth; and the discovery must needs be very plea

sant from himself, to see what pains he will take, and how he will strain to be delivered of a secret when he has miscarried of it already.

Vain. Well, good morrow, let's dine together; I'll meet at the old place.

Bell. With all my heart; it lies convenient for us to pay our afternoon services to our mistresses. I find I am damnably in love, I'm so uneasy for not having seen Belinda yesterday.

Vain. But I saw my Araminta, yet am as impatient.

[Exit.

Bell. Why, what a cormorant in love am I! who, not contented with the slavery of honourable love in one place, and the pleasure of enjoying some half a score mistresses of my own acquiring, must yet take Vainlove's business upon my hands, because it lay too heavy upon his: so am not only forced to lie with other men's wives for 'em, but must also undertake the harder task of obliging their mistresses. I must take up or I shall never hold out; flesh and blood cannot bear it always.

Enter SHARPER,

Sharp. I'm sorry to see this, Ned; once a man comes to his soliloquies I give him for gone.

Bell. Sharper, I'm glad to see thee.

Sharp. What, is Belinda cruel, that you are so thoughtful?

Bell. No faith, not for that.—But there's a business of consequence fallen out to-day, that requires some consideration.

Sharp. Prithee, what mighty business of consequence canst thou have?

Bell. Why, you must know 'tis a piece of work toward the finishing of an alderman; it seems I must put the last hand to it, and dub him cuckold, that he may be of equal dignity with the rest of his brethren; so I must beg Belinda's pardon.

Sharp. Faith, e'en give her over for good-and-all; you can have no hopes of getting her for a mistress; and she is too proud, too inconstant, too affected and too witty and too handsome for a wife.

Bell. But she can't have too much money.-There's twelve thousand pounds, Tom.-'Tis true she is excessively foppish and affected; but in my conscience I believe the baggage loves me; for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers anybody else to rail at me. Then, as I told you, there's twelve thousand pounds—hum— Why, faith, upon second thoughts, she does not appear to be so very affected neither.-Give her her due, I think the woman's a woman, and that's all. As such I am sure I shall like her, for the devil take me if I don't love all the sex.

Sharp. And here comes one who swears as heartily he hates all the sex.

Enter HEARtwell.

Heartwell? ay,

Bell. Who? but he knows better things. How now, George, where hast thou been snarling odious truths, and entertaining company like a physician, with discourse of their diseases and infirmities? What fine lady hast thou been putting out of conceit with herself, and persuading that the face she had been making all the morning was none of her own? for I know thou art as unmannerly and as unwelcome to a woman as a looking-glass after the small-pox.

Heart. I confess I have not been sneering fulsome lies and nauseous flattery, fawning upon a little tawdry whore that will fawn upon me again, and entertain any puppy that comes, like a tumbler, with the same tricks over and over. For such I guess may have been your late employment.

Bell. Would thou hadst come a little sooner! Vainlove would have wrought thy conversion, and been a champion for the cause.