[Kisses her in Extasy. L. Piz. Hold, hold! been't so lavish——a sparing Gamester is the likeliest to keep in Stock——whilst a profuse Hand at one Cast throws all he has away. —— —— Lud. To fear that, were to doubt your Charms, in which a Lover is sure to find constant Supplies——But we lose Time——Let's retire to my Lodgings, where I'll give thee the best Proofs of my Love I can? —— —— L. Piz. aside. Well! He's a charming Fellow——Oh! how happy are Wives in France and England, where such as he swarm! —— Lud. Come, Madam, come——Why, what do you mean by this Delay? Consider I'm a Man, a mortal, wishing, amorous Man—— —— —— L. Piz. And consider I'm a Woman—— —— Lud. aside. Ay, ay: That I know: At least I hope to find you such——or I would not be in such Haste—— —— —— L. Piz. And have a Reputation to preserve. Lud. Oh! Lord, what a damn'd Turn's here? Reputation, say you? Egad, I find all Women make Pretence to that mysterious Word. [Aside.] What! Are not you married, Madam? L. Piz. Yes, what then?
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