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Show ' M R • 9<J The'Difappointment; or, Alph. 'Tis Heav'n alone can tell, H o w fatally the Secret ftruggles here! With what impetuous Force it beats m y Breaft, And tears away m y Quiet in its way* Therefore, it comes. O ! w e muft part for ever. I can no more. Farewel. Erm. This, and all's well. Remember poor Erminia in her Grave. C ^ I X O W T T w i n d e d well'Fifteen muft be provided for, Alph. She finks, fhe's gone: Erminia I Stay, my Ufj£ f£™ T w m c l e • weu' r m c c O I conjure you by thofe thoufand Hours The M O T H E R in Fajhion. $7 SCENE an open Garden. Enter Angelline with her Mather. mh.Yve dropt m y Husband in the Crowd, and this is Tth, Aff * ie Walk m y Lord Alberto promis'd to meet m e in: C o m e [Skef^. ^Angelel hold up thy Head Chdd ah• ! t y M o Of fofteft Joys, that melted in thy Arms; And by thofe thoufand Years of Love to come, I charge you ftay. Erm. Sure 'tis the Voice of Love, That fummons m e to Life, and m y Alphonfo. Alph. Look up, Erminia! fee, I'm rooted here, Fix'd to thy Fate, and cannot live without thee. There are ten thoufand BlefTmgs yet behind, Untsfted by the Palate of our Loves, That wait to Crown our Days and Nights together, And oh! m y Heart can never think of Joy, Nor move m e one ftep onward to m y Peace, Without thee, Partner of m y Happinefs. Erm. A m I ? then fure w e muft not part ? Alph. O never. Forget the guilty Thought, as I have done. Thou fomething dearer to m e than m y Life! G r o w to m y Heart, for ever fix thee here; Till Time, long Ages hence, fhall call us down, Old, and embracing, to one Grave together. Erm. Then I am truly Happy. Yet, my Lord, (Forgive the Folly of a Woman's Fears) If your late Coldnefs ever fhou'd return, _ N o Wretchednefs on Earth could equal mine. Alph Drive m e not back upon my Memory, But take m e to thy Arms, and I will lofe All Thoughts, but of almighty Loye and thee. Thus Tempeft-beaten Voyagers at laft (Toft by the Fury ot the angry Main) Secure and fafe are in the Harbour caft, And never, never venture out again. tee that. Ang. I do not underftand you. . Uoth. N o matter for that, 1 underftand enough in this - for us both, Child ; if ycu have but the Grace to rul'd, , 2. Ang I hope I have ever been Obedient. Moth. Ay. 'Twill be the better for you: Say your Pray-duely, and take your Mother's Advice along with you, you may come to keep your Coach one Day. Ang. Alas! I a m contented with m y poor Condition, Ki would not, if I might, be what you fay } fee m y good old Father go on Foot. kth. N o Angelline, He ancf I and all of us fhall ride, ou will be inftrutted to raife us< You k n o w the Lord W ? !£. Him that you fhew'd m e walking with the Duke ? th. Ay, there's a Man for you; to m y certain K n o w - he's direcf Jy in Love with thee. !£. So indeed the Lord Lorenzo tells me, he loves m e 5 tho' I am more inclin'd to credit him, I am far from thinking of it true. foh. Come, you fhall love both. if. That's impoflible ! both cannot Marry m e. ')th. Marry you! no matter for that; But both m a y ferve ' rn a great deal better, another way : C o m e An-thy Father's poor, thy Beauty's thy Portion, and age it to the beft Advantage. fe#. Poor as 1 am, I fcorn to be a Whore.1 loth. Blefs me! how can you expect to thrive with fuch Enable, ungodly Words in your Mouth, Child ? A rel-ty, fy, don't think of the indecent thing; but as Extitf ymg> thcre wil1 be B e a u t y enough at Five and 01,1 F Twenty, 1 |