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Show 130 The FATAL MARRIAGE; of late, for the fake of her Liberty I th^ her, fhe ^ thought him fitter for the: Fortune of h e r ^ u s b a n d^ fhould be ; fhe defigns to Marry him,^ good Man, fork, Convenience , and I am ^ ^ ^ ^ 3 ^ ^ ^ Pleafure, as I tell you, Sir, ^ r Ladyfhip s hum^ble Servant, Fred. You will have a rare time on t with this Fool of a Husband. „ , . ViB. I fhall manage him, I warrant you * do youknc* him ? Fred. I have feen him. Jaq. 1 have the Honour to k n o w nim a little too. J [Pulling his Mafter by the Skm VtB. And what do you think of him ? Does he pro. mife to be a Cuckold by his Countenance ? Fred. W h y , faith, no, I thought not. jaq. But there's no faith in Faces, you know, Sir. Fred. It feems fo indeed by what this Gentleman k told us'; but Sir, do you k n o w your Cuckold ? This IJ derick f ViB. Ay, Sir, I k n o w him. Fred. Hold up vour Lanthorn. Jaquel'me. [The Lanthorn held up to Frederick's F« ViB. Blefs m e ! w h o are you ? Fred. That very Man, the Frederick you fpeak of, yon Cuckold that is to be. , ViB. Say you fo, Sir, w h y then ycu are obliged tora for telling your Fortune beforehand ; you may avoiditii1 ycu pleafe; I have given yeu warning. Fred. But I muft reward you for your Care of me. Jaa 'Tis a pretty impudent Fellow, and I'm forryfel him. in Fred. Look you, Sir, if I believ'd any thing that yo:| have faid of ViBoria, I wou'd not think you worth a tajl ing upon her Account: I wou'd leave you to your Vim ty, and her to the Folly ot throwing her felf awayupMl fuch a Rafcal j but I k n o w you lye; yet I'll ufe you belter than you defervc Draw. [J>"| ViB. Not in the dark j befides you are two to one. I fcorn to recant what I faid; and to:Morrow as foofi| you pleafe Or, The Innocent Adultery. 131 Fred. I (han't psrt with you fo, you fhall go home with m e to Night, that I m a y be fure of you in the Morning. m With all m y Heart; you know w e well enough, and when you fee m y Face- & Fred. Pray let us fee it [faqueline holds the Lanthorn to her Face. ViB. You will believe that I a m more a Woman of Honour, than to refufe a Gentleman any reafona-ble Satisfaction [in afift Voice. Fred. May I believe m y Eyes ! ViBoria ! ViB. N o w I won't part with you, Sir; what fay you? Shall I go h o m e with you to Night, that you may be fure of m e in the Morning ? Fred. I will be fure of thee to Night, Child. VtB. No, not to Night ; nothing in the dark, as I told you before. Fred. I am confounded at your Efcape: your manner of making it; your Father's coming d o w n upon us; your Man's Cloaths ; and a „ ViB. Never wonder at a Woman's Invention t W e have Wit enough for our o w n Affairs, I warrant you. In a Defign ot pleafing our felves, you find, one way or other we bring it about. Fred. You haveplay'd the Rogue with me, ViBoria but I mill be reveng'd of you. ViB. Why, you won't offer to Marry fure, after thc Character you have had of m e ? Fred. I have had fair warning indeed, but he muft have more Grace than I, w h o can take warning of any thin? oe has a mind to. J s VtB Marriage is a bold Venture at the beft. &td. But where w e pleafe our feftres w e venture leaft. ACT |
