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Show 22 The FAIR PENITENT. Hor. I hold thee bafe enough ^ o break through Law, *nd ipurn at facred Order, And do a brutal Injury ike th s 5 yet mark m e well, young Lord, I ininir Laiijta T o o nice, too noble, and too great of Soul, T o be the Prey of fuch a Thing as thou art. 'Twas bafe and poor, unworthy of a Man, T o forge a Scrowl fo villainous ar>d loofe, And mark it with a noble Lady's, N a m e 5 Thefe are the mean, diffioneft Arts o R owards, Strangers to Manhood, and to glorious Dangers; W h o bred at home in idlemefs and Riot, Ranfack for Miftreffes th' unwholefom Stews, And never know the Worth of virtuous Love. Loth. Think'ft thou I forg'd the Lettert? Think foflill Till the broad Shame come ftarmg in thy Face, And BoysNfhali hoot the Cuckold as hcjpaffes. Hor. Away! no W o m a n cou'd defcend fo low: A skipping, dancing, worthkfs Tribe you are, Fit only for vourfelves: You h a d together j And when the circling Glafs warms your vain Hear;s, You talk of Beauties that you never faw, And fancy Raptures that you never knew. Legends of Saints, who never yet had Bern*, 0r Being, ne'er Were Saints, arc not fo falfe As the fond Tales which you recount of Love. Loth. But that 1 do not hold it worth my Leilurf, I cou'd produce fuch damning ProeS Jlo\ 'Tisfalfej ' t . lou bUft t\i r with Lies, b^caufe they fcorn you, -•zxe you W\ ge, Ike fiaivd Impotencer Rtthrr thar make you bleft, they wf>u'd die Virgm And ftoo the Propagation of-fllankind, nh. It is the C ^Vor,,* to be fecure, And that be thu onr$: Dream on, Nortl ageance, f !I thou fce^it Sir, to r\Vorri: and then farewJ, th%tGitift*'s »£ And ho hcvond thy Powr to aaurr, Iff, as :bc t «<>*> 1 m FAIR PENlTENx. 23 T ^ o f ! s o l d i c r , bought with Blood, Th.tTrc.fure of bo . m u f t not h ve And kept at Llfe s *Xp h very N a m e profan d. ^ ' e f f t h c l i c e n c e of your Speech 8 Lcam to reftrain tnt 2V£ m et & m y - ^ o T F 0 s t'alk , f your Drefs, Amongyour Set of roo ^ ^ ftlm. 0f Dice, of W h ° « ^ ; " ° T J U rftand ings. "iTtZ f if ' ^ b e y o n d this fb!eo,n Ordrr? A « f in Defiance * A e & » Hora^o Hbr. Tis well! Sir, you are pleafant Loth. By the Joys, „„rf„M Which yet'my ooulh« uncontrooA<d purfo d, 1 would not turn afide from my leaft 1. l e a i u £ ^ Tho' all thy Force were arm'd to bar my W a y , But like the Birds, great N a t u r e f ^ W ^ S That haunt in Woods, in Meads, and flow ry Uarcttns, Rifle the Sweets, and tafte the choiceft Fruits, let fcorn to ask the lordly Owner's Leave. Hor. WhatL:berty has vain prefumptuous Xoutn, That thou ihou'dft dare provoke me unchaftis'd? But henceforth, Boy, I warn thee ihun m y Walks; If in the Bounds of yon forbidden Place Again thqu'rt found, expeft a Punifhment, Such as great Souls, impatient of an Injury, Exa&from tbofe who wrong 'em much, ev'n Death 5 Orfomething worfe; an injuVd Husband's Vengeance Shall print a thoufand Wounds, tear thy fine Form, And fcatter thee to all the Winds of Heav'n. Loth. Is then my W a y in Genoa then pr^fcrib'd, • By a Dependant on the wretched Altamont, ^Talking, Sir, that brawls for him in Taverns, And vouches for his Valour's Reputation? Hor. Away\ thy Speech is fouler than thy Manners* Loth. Or if there be a N a m e more vile, his Parafue, A Beggar's Parafitc! B4 Hor. |