HEART. And proves that Vainlove plays the fool with discretion.
SHARP. You, Bellmour, are bound in gratitude to stickle for him;
you with pleasure reap that fruit, which he takes pains to sow: he
does the drudgery in the mine, and you stamp your image on the
gold.
BELL. He's of another opinion, and says I do the drudgery in the
mine. Well, we have each our share of sport, and each that which
he likes best; 'tis his diversion to set, 'tis mine to cover the
partridge.
HEART. And it should be mine to let 'em go again.
SHARP. Not till you had mouthed a little, George. I think that's
all thou art fit for now.
HEART. Good Mr. Young-Fellow, you're mistaken; as able as
yourself, and as nimble, too, though I mayn't have so much mercury
in my limbs; 'tis true, indeed, I don't force appetite, but wait
the natural call of my lust, and think it time enough to be lewd
after I have had the temptation.
BELL. Time enough, ay, too soon, I should rather have expected,
from a person of your gravity.
HEART.
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