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Show , An Evenings Love: 77 77.-XT^kn^wthougracelefsold Man, that I defy a Nun-r^, «SW^®KBtfl Jit** *m i- ,w0r„ you Oiall bear 'tm Company. ^ Qr. „ ^ ^ ^/o» Since it muft be lo, r u n r . f d Robber},. only a Carnival-merriment which£ m , „ ~ " i n a n d receive you into Grace. h 1&S3^Sl^SZT\ ?*«. yiu to let my ^ fle//. Amongtncicuui} onft Art-Ma<uck wereon y a Carmval-de-the Devil- , . to t h ^ t o w L ' T ttfeven years and dare take m y Oath he has been always an utter .hanger to the Stars, and indeed to any thing that be-longs to Heaven- a Lop. Then I have been couzen'd among the reft- £j it^youwiKe'mX Madam, who liave been the caujeon^ but X be warns in # ™ % fie fhall make up to you fome other way, I'll pal's m y word tor him. Alon. I hope you are both Gentlemen i Bell. As good as the Cid himfelf, Sir. Alon. And for your Religion, right Romans Wild. As ever was Mark Anthony. Alon. For your Fortunes and Courages _ Mask. They are both defperate, Sir; efpecially their Fortunes. Theo. (to Bell.) You fhould not have m y content fo toon, but only to revenge m y felf upon the falfenefs of D o n Melchor. . Aur. I muft avow that gratitude for D o n Lopez, is as prevalent with m e as revenge againft D o n Melehor. • , Alon. Lent, you know, begins to morrow; when that's over Marriage will be proper. ... , t c nti Jac. If I ftay till after Lent, I fhall be to marry when I have no love left; 111 not bate you an Ace of to Night, Father: I mean to bury this M a n e er Lent be done, and get m e another before Eafter. Alon. Well, make a Night on't then. [Giving his Daughters. Wtld. Jacinta, Wildblood, welcome to m e ; fince our Stars havedoom'dit fo, we cannot help it; but 'twas a meer trick of Fate, to catch us thus at unawares; to draw us with a what do you lack, as w e pafs'd by ; had w e once feparated to Night, w e fhould have had more Wit than ever to have met again to Morrow. Joe. 'Tis true, w e fhot each other flying; w e were both upon W i n g I find; and had w e pafs'd this Critical Minute, 1 fhould have gone for the Indies,and you for Greenland, e'er w e had met in a bed upon confideration. Mask. You have quarrelI'd twice to Night without Bloodfhcd, 'ware the third time Jac. Apropos! I have been retrieving an old Song of a Lover that was ever quarrelling with his Miftrefs: I think it will fit our A m o u r fo well, that ifyou pleafe I'll give it you for an Epithalamium,and you fhall fing it. [Gives him a Paper. Wild. I never rung in all m y Life ; nor ever durft try when I w as alone, for fear of braying. Jac. Juftmc, up and d o w n ; but for a frolick let's fing together; for I a m fure if w e cannot fing now, w e fhall never liave caufe when w e are married. Wild. Begin then; give m e m y Key, and I'll fet m y Voice to't. Jac. Fa la, fa la, fa la. Wild. Fa la, fa la, fa la. Is this your beft, upon the Faith of a Virgin ? Jac. I by the Mufes, I a m at m y pitch. Wild. Then do your worft ; and let the Company be judge w h o fings worft. Joe Upon condition the beft Finger fhall wear the Breeches ; prepare toitrip, Sir ; I fhall put you into your Drawers prefently. Wild. 1 fhall be reveng'd with putting you into your Smock anon j St. Geeree for me. Jac. St. James for m e : C o m e ttart, Sir. SONG. Or, The Mocf^Ajlrologer. 1H SONG. 1 f I Damon. Celimena, of my Heart, None fhalte'er bereave you : If with your good leave I may Quarrel with you once a day. I wit never leave you. 2. Celimena. Paffion9s but an empty Name Where refpett is wanting: ~Danxon,you miftake your aim; Hang your Heart, and burn jour Flame, If you muft be ranting. Damon. Love as dull and muddy is, As decaying Liquor: Anger fets it on the Lees, And refines it by degrees, Till it works it quicker. 4- Celimena- Love by quarrels to beget Wifely you endeavour; With a grave Phyfician's wit, Who to cure an Ague-fit Put me in a Feavor. 5- Damon. Anger rouzes Love to fight, And his only bait is, ^Tts the fpur to dull delight, And is but an eager bite, When defire at height is. 6. Celimena. If fuch drops of heat can fall In our wooing weather; If fuch drops of fjeat can fall, We fhall have the Devil and all M rhen we come together. « Wild. Your judgment, Gentlemen; a Man or a Maid ? Bet. A n d you make no better Harmony after you are married than you have before, you are the miferableft Couple in Chriftendom. Wild. 'Tis no great matter; if J had had a good Voice fhe would have fpoil'd it before to morrow. Bell. W h e n Maskal has married Beatrix, you m a y learn of her. Mask. You fhall put her Life into a Leafe then. Wild. Upon condition that when I drop into your houfe from hunting, I m ay fet m y Slippers af your door, as a Turk does at a Jew's, that you m a y not enter. Beat. A n d while you refrefh your felf within, he fhall wind the horn without. Mask. I'll throw up m y Leafe firft. Bell. W h y , thou would'ft not be fo impudent, to marry Beatrix for thy felf only ? Beat. For all his ranting and tearing now, I'll pafs m y word he fhall degenera-rate into as tame, and peaceable a Husband as a civil W o m a n would wifh to have. Enter Don Melchor, with a Servant. Mel. Sir Alon. I k n o w what you would fay, but your difcovery comes too late now. Mel. Why,the Ladies arc found. Aur' But their inclinations are loft, I can alfure you. Jac. Look you, Sir, there goes the game : your Plate-Fleet is divided; half for Spain, and half for England. Theo. You are juftly punifh'd for loving two. Mel. |