Cutter of Coleman-street/Act 4 Scene 1
Act 4. Scene 1.
Truman Junior.
What shall I think hence-forth of Woman-kind?When I know Lucia was the best of it,And see her what she is? What are they made of?Their Love, their Faith, their Souls enslav'd to passion!Nothing at their Command beside their Tears,And we, vain men, whom such Heat-drops deceive!Hereafter I will set my self at Liberty,And if I sigh or grieve, it shall not beFor Love of One, but Pity of all the Sex.