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AIR XXXII. Amante fugitte cadente belta.
Fine women are devils, complete in their way,
The world is always jarring;
fen. He really is a mighty pretty man. [Aftle. Pan. The lad promises well, and has just notions of the world.
Mor. Whatever other great men do, I love to encou
rage merit. The youth pleases me; and if he answers in ačtion—Do you hear me, my lad 2 your fortune is made. Now, Lieutenant Vanderbluff, I am for you. Pan. Discipline must not be neglected. Mor. When everything is settled, my dear Jenny, I will return to take my leave. After that, young gentleman, I shall try yourmettle. In the mean time, Jenny, I leave you to fift him with farther questions. He has lived in the world, you find, and may have learnt to be treacherous. . [Exit with the rest of the Pirates. jen. How many women have you ever ruined, young
gentleman? - - . . . . . Poly.