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Show 3 o The Hiflory of George Barnwell. done ; he's riiir/d, and M/7/uW's Hopes of farther Pro*. (itstjiere, are at an End. Blunt. That's no more than we all expected. Jjtcy. Being called by his Mafter, to make up his Ac. counts, he was forc'd to quit his Houfe and Service, and wifely flies to Millwood for Relief and Entertain. ment. Blunt. I have not hear'd of this before! H o w didflie receive him. Lucy. A s you would expect. She wondered what lie meant, was aftoniih'd at his Impudence, and with an Air of modefty peculiar to herfelf, fwore fo heartily, that fhe never faw him before, that fhe put me out of Coun-tenance. Blunt. That's much indeed ! But how did Barnwell behave ? Lucy. H e gricv'd, and, at length, enraged at this bar-ba: «ous Treatment, was preparing to be gone ; when ma-king toward the Door, he fhowed a Sum of Money, which he had brought from his Mailer's, the laft he's ever like to have from thence. Blunt. But then Millwood ! Lucy. *Ay, fhe, with her ufual Addrefs, return'dti her old Arts of lying, fwearing, and dilTembling; hung on his Neck, and wept, and fwore 'twas meant in Jeft; till the amorous Youth, melted into Tears, threw the Money into her Lap, and fwore he had rather die than think her falfe. Lucy. But what followed was ftranger ftill. As Doubts and Fears followed by Reconcilement, ever increafeLove where the .Paflion is fincere, fo in him it caufed fo wild i Tranfport of exceflive Fondnefs, fuch Joy, fuch Grief, fuch pleafure, and fuch Anguifh, that Nature in him feem'd finking with the Weight, and the charm'd Sou! difpos'd to quit his Breaft for hers Juftthen, when every Paflion with lawlefs Anarchy prevail, anw Reafon was in the raging Tempeft loft, fo the cruel artful Millwood prevailed upon the wretched Youth ' promife what I tremble but to think on. Blunt. I a m amaz'd! what can it be? n-. Tnnrlon Merchant*, Or, The London x ^ ^ t ^ „ry y o u will be m o r e fo, to n B e n e f d c t o r. , e o" his neareft Relate andI belt ^ %nt. His Uncle, whom * e h v and ^ ^ ^ • aca Gentleman ot aiar^ W c o ^ r y wh,rehehves^f o O T e r f hft W- ^'ThiK, but her avarice, mfatiate as n j urchafe of h ' s j ^ " ' h o r r i d fcrifice Barn-her guilty rears. Blunt like the and generous ear abhors, yet we an can w i « > « . , - he fhed o'er ance he has ftill complyM: So many Tears he meci oe each Offence, as might, if poflible, toftify Theit, ana make a Merit of a Crime. f ,. tr Lucy. 'Tis true, at the naming the Murder of his Un cle, hefhrted into Rage, and breaking from her Arms, (where fhe till then had held him, with well diftmoling Love, and falfe Endearments) call'd her-cr.el Monfter, Devil, and told her, me washer* form* DeftruCjion. - - She thou mt it not for her Purpofe to meet his Rage with Rage, but affected a moft paffionate Fit ot G / ^ j * ^ a at her Fate, and curs d her wayward Stars, that mil her Wants fhou'd force her to prefs him to act fuch Deeds, ^as fhe muft needs abhor, as well as he ; but told him, Ne-ceffity had no Law, and Love no bounds; that therefore he never truly lov'd, but meant, in her Neceifity, to forfake her; • then kneel'd and fwore, that fince by his R e - fufal, he had given her Caufe to donbt his Love, fh i nevjr would fee him more ; nnlefs to prove it true, he robb'd his TJncle, to fapyly her Wants, and murder'd him, toV.eep it from Difcovery. Blunt. I am afhonifh'd! What did he ? Lucy. Speechlefs he ftood ; but in his Face you might have read, that variovr Paffions tore his very Soul. Oft fee, in Anguifh, threw his Eyes towards Heaven, and then |