The London-Bawd: With Her Character and Life - Discovering the Various and Subtle Intrigues of Lewd Women by Anonymous
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page 88 of 105 (83%)
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Mant and Petticoat to wear the while; and you shall see a Jolly Crew of
Active Dames, which will perform such Leacherous Agilities as will stir you up to take the other Touch, and far out-vie whatever has been either done, or related to be done, by Madam _Creswel_, Posture _Moll_, the Countess of _Alsatia_, or any other German Rope-dancer whatever._ The Spark was extreamly tickled with the Fancy, and presently uncas'd himself; and gave me all his Bravery, and was so over-forward, that he not only gave me his Cloaths, but his Rings, Cane, and Hat, and Wig; so that he left hinself nothing but his Shirt and his Stockings; and the Mistress of the House being my Friend, I borrowed of her an old Mant and Petty-coat; which the Fool of a Fop put on. I told him I must intreat his Patience for half an hours time, till the Company was Drest, and so went down Stairs; and telling of my Friend how it went, and we being to go half Snips in the Booty, I went off with the things, which I pawn'd for about four Pounds, keeping his Rings to my self, and left my Landlady to manage the rest. After the Disrobed Spark had waited for the space of an hour with great Petience, and longing Expectation, for this Comical Show, and no Body came at him, his Patience was quite tir'd, and therefore knocking with his foot, the Maid of the House came up, of whom he enquired for such a Person, as well as he could, describing me. The Maid pretended an intire Ignorance of the matter, and so whipp'd down Stairs again. But he knocking again, up comes the Mistress, who seeming to take him for a Woman, ask'd him, _What he would have?_ He answer'd, _Such a Woman to whom he'd lent his Cloaths_; but she not only made her self Ignorant of the matter, but call'd him _Bitch, Whore, Cheat, Pick-Pocket_, and all to nought, concluding her Harmonious Harrangue in this manner, _Ye dirty Drab, don't think to put your Cheats upon me: You came in here with a Spruce Young Man, and for ought I know you have Pick'd his Pocket, and sent him away, and now you go about to Cheat me of my Reckoning; but that shan't do ye _Whore_, for I'll have my Reckoning quickly, or else I'll Strip your Gown off your Arse_; but |
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