subdu'd by Love, and the fond, foolish Nymph resigns her Pow'r, she's but
a meer _Appendix_ to a Fellow.

_No more her darling Liberty can boast,
Lovers no more her_ quondam _Beauties toast,
But all her Pleasure, Pride and Charms are lost._


End of the First ACT.




ACT II.

SCENE, _The Park._


_Sir_ Harry_, and the_ Collonel.

_Col._ Never a loose Lady tripping through the _Park_ to whet one's
Appetite this Morning?

Sir _Har._ Fie, _Collonel_, refine your Tast;----A common Woman! I'd as
soon dine at a common Ordinary: Give me a Woman of Condition, there's
Pride as well as Pleasure in such an Amour.

_Col._ Your Women of Condition, Pox on em, are like Noblemen's Dinners,
all Garniture and no Meat, then, the Ceremony of Approach and Retire,
palls a Man's Inclination, 'till he grows indifferent i' the Matter;--