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Show l>o The T>iJappointment; or, j Enter Rogero. *«£. God forgive m e I've ftaid too long from the Gentleman. But his Underftanding is none of the wild} •"--And he'll excufe m e without a Compliment.. i think I hear him. Well, he's a Companion for an Emperor. Alberto returns with Juliana. Alb. O Angelline ! It is impoffible to fay how much I love thee. l Rog. Mercy upon m e ! m y Angelline with Alberto! Alb. The Ecftafie ftill triumphs in my Heart, M y very Thought's fo full of Love, and thee, That Words want Meaning to exprefs my Joy. Rog. That Ecftafie ! what does he mean now ? But I'll be with hiin, and his Ecftafie. AW. Give m e thy Blufhes. Throw awav that Veil, That darkens Sight, and feaft m y longing Eyes • C o m e ! m e w me, - - h a ! [%; R™ Rog. Yes ! fhe can fhew, m y Lord. Alb. Rogero here ! Rog. And it feems you have feen the.Show: But before you and I part, you fhall pay for your Peeping. Alb. N o w Impudence, amft m e ! Rogero, thou fee'ft I make bold in thy Abfence. Rog. For which in your Prefence, and in the Prcfence of all the World, I will make bold to cut your Throat. Alb. What doft thou mean, Man ? Rog. Nay, if you are thereabouts: What do you mean by your Ecftafies ? is m y Daughter an Interpreter for your hard Words ? but, if you be for your Ecftafies, I'll Ecftafie you, with a Pox at the end on't. Alb. Your Daughter ! your Daughter may in time- Rog. Here's a Dog. Here's a Rogue for you..-But * s w Sir, draw. . Jul If I ftay, I fhall be difecver'd; I'll e'en fneak 08 with what I have got, and be thankful. Rog. Y o u Gentlewoman ! Whither away io fsiL B ycu c ; cu muft pay the Fidltr. A, f The M O T H E R in Fajhion. 13* Alb Would I were fairly rid of this old Fellow. I have no ftomach to murder the Father, when the Daughter j,as made m e fo handfome an Entertainment already!- Rogero, I won't fight with thee, pr'ythee put up thy WRI ' Then will I Cage thee, and raife an Eftate at Sixpence a piece by fhewing thee, thro' all Italy, for a Mabte-wtan Whore mafter as thou art. Alb. Come, come, you trifle time. 1 muft go by. Rog. This is your Way. Alb. Nay, then! [Draws. Rog. With all m y Heart. But firft, T h o u moft intemperate Placket-Monger! I here declare, for the Service you have done m e in m y Daughter there 1 will lye with your whole Family, from your great Grandam, do you fee, d o w n to her fourth Generation in Leading-ftrings- I'lido'c, Sir, Piido't. But come, Sir. Have at you, Sir, Alb. Think but a little. Rog. 'Tis to no more purpofe. I won't, Sir, I won't. Alb. I would not kill thee. [Rogero prejfes Alberto, Lorenzo enters between 'em. Alb. So! n o w I can fairly make m y Retreat. Farewel, Sir. Rog. Lorenzo! m y Lord, W h y don't you fee there, m y Daughter there? w h y fhe has been Ur. What, art thou mad? Ug. And fhall he carry it off thus ? Aib. Ay, ay, ay. 'Tis fo. He's perfe&iy diftracfed. He foams already at the Mouth. [Exit. lor. What of thy Daughter, Man? %. 0 nothing, nothing at all, m y Lord. But I Ml never have fuch an Opportunity again. But come huher Miftrefs 0' mine; Thou moft; abominable Angel* «;'Come and confefs- Nay, nay, off with your veil, and appear in the true likenefs of a Strumpet, I 7 U ; K *i , n i^lh off }mr Veil. lor. Why this is not Angelline. % Hot ray Daughter! Ur} |