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Context: Lady Fulbank, who has spent a night with Gayman without his knowing her identity, asks him why he was so quick to leave her at a party the night before. Gayman tells her he loves her and offers a token of his esteem and affection: a ring which she,...
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Context: Lady Fulbank, who has spent a night with Gayman without his knowing her identity, asks him why he was so quick to leave her at a party the night before. Gayman tells her he loves her and offers a token of his esteem and affection: a ring which she, in her unknown identity gave him while his bedroom companion! When she asks about the ring, telling him she knows he is without money, he tells her that he had it the night before from a female devil who entertained him in a bedroom; he describes the "female devil" as like a "canvas bag full of wooden ladles." Lady Fulbank says to herself that she would be insulted at such a description of herself, except that she knows it is untrue. As they talk, her husband, Sir Cautious, comes in, suspicious that Gayman is about to make (or already has made) him a cuckold. Lady Fulbank leaves, and Gayman tells Sir Cautious about the "female devil." They also argue about money that Gayman has lost through Sir Cautious and a mortgage on his lands. Noysey and Bearjest join them; when Gayman leaves, they speak about him and his way of life, using his real name, Wastall:
Do you know this Wastall, Sir!–[to Noysey.]
Know him sir, Ay too well–
The World's well amended with him Captain, since I lost my money to him and you at the George in White Fryars.
Ay poor fellow–he's sometimes up and sometime down, as the Dice favour him.–
Faith and that's pity; but how came he so fine o' th' sudden: but last Week he borrowed eighteen pence of me on his Wast Belt to pay his dinner in an Ordinary.
Were you so cruel Sir to take it?
We are not all one Mans Children; faith Sir; we are here to Day and gone to Morrow–