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 Vaun. O Repentance! why art thou never to be found but at the Gallows?

Sir J. Aery. Past Experience, might have reclaim'd us from the Folly of running after Adventures, but Human Nature is frail, and never takes warning.

Vaun. How often alas! have I lain Sweating in a Chest, for fear of a jealous Husband, that came Home before he was expected: Or stood shrinking behind the Hanging which he has prob'd with his Naked Sword, and sometimes Run me through a Leg or an Arm, without daring to cry out.

Sir J. Aery. How often have I leapt out at Window, with the Bullets of a Blunderbush whizing round my Ears.

Vaun. How often have I been beaten with my own Ladder of Ropes.

Sir J. Aery. O the Knocks and Bruises that I have endur'd.

Vaun. O the Claps and the Poxes that are not Cur'd to this Day.

Sir J. Aery. And now to be tyed Neck and Heels in order to be Rob'd and stript.

Vaun. To have our Throats Cut, and to be bury'd in a House of Office.

Sir J. Aery. Or at best to enter into Bonds forasmuch as we are worth.

Vaun. O Aery, and when our Estates are gone, what will be left us?

Sir John Aery. Not a Man will keep us Company, for fear we should borrow Money of him.

Vaun. Not a Woman will suffer us, for they think all filthy Fellows that have not Estates.

Sir J. Aery. O Vaunter, Vaunter! What a miserable Life is a Whore-Master's.

Plack. Well, Gentlemen, how do you do? have you Pray'd?

Sir J. Aery. Yes, yes, we have pray'd—(aside) That the Devil would take you and all that you belong to.

Plack. And Repented. Vaun.