sex.


SCENE IV.


[To them] HEARTWELL.

BELL. Who? Heartwell? Ay, 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 smallpox.

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.

HEART. What! has he been here? That's one of love's April fools;
is always upon some errand that's to no purpose; ever embarking in
adventures, yet never comes to harbour.