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Show 52 The R E L A P S E ;^ Ber. By Man then. Symptoms, a»i ^ , I'm fausfy d. >"<f ^ J fiTofr^&^H-ethePangerca, itaz'd upon you, till you (h-otagam, I An-d then my J*« «« °» "J^ £0 tl.embl M V Heart be^an to pant, m> **» J Shook with Apprehenfion. 'Tis true, fome fmall Recruits of Refolution My Manhood brought to my Afliftance And by their Help I made a ftand a while But found at laft your Arrows flew fo thick, They cou'd not fail to pierce m e •, So-left the Field, And fled for Shelter to Amanda s Arms. What think you of thefe Symptoms, pray ? Ber. Feverifh every one of 'em. But what Relief pray did your Wife afford you ? Lov. Why, inftantly fhe let m e Blood •, which foi the prefent much affuag'd my Flame. But when I k you, out it burft again, and rag'd with greater Fury than before. Nay, fince you now appear, 'tis fo in-creas'd, that in a moment, if you do not help me, 1 fhall, whilft you look on, confume to Allies. [Taking hold of her Hani Ber. breaking from him.] O Lard, let m e go: T. the Plague, and we fhall all be infe&ed. Lov. catching her in his Arms, and kiffing her.] Then We'll die together, m y charming Angel. Ber. O Ged the Devil's in you. Lord, let m e go, here's fome body coming. Enter Servant. Ser. Sir, m y Lady's come home, and defires to fp^ with you: She's in her Chamber. Lov. Tell her I'm coming. [Exit Stt< Virtue in Danger. 5 3 To Ber.] But Before I go, one Glafs of Neclar more to drink her Health. Ber. Stand off, or I fhall hate you, by Heavens. Lov. k>Jfing her.] In matters of Love, a Woman's Oath is no more to be minded than a Man's. Ber. U m Enter Worthy. Wor. Ha ! What's here ? my old Miftrefs, and fo clofe, 1'faith ? I wou'd not fpoil her Sport for the Uni-verfe. [He retires. Ber. O Ged Now do I pray to Heaven. [Exit Lovelefs running. With all m y Heart and Soul, that the Devil In Hell may take me, if ever 1 was better pleas'd in My Life This Man has bewitch'd me, that's certain. Sighing.] Well, I a m condemn'd ; but, Thanks to Heaven, I feel M y felf each moment more and more prepar'd for my Execution. Nay, to that degree, 1 don't perceive 1 have The leaft fear of Dying. No, I find, let the Executioner be but a Man, and there's nothing will Suffer with more Refolution than a Woman. Well, I never had but one Intrigue yet: But I confefs I long to have another. Pray Heaven it end as the firft did tho, That we may both grow weary at a time; For 'tis a melancholy thing for Lovers to outlive one another. Enter Worthy. Wor. afide.] This Difcovery's a lucky one, I hope to make a happy ufe on't. That Gentlewoman there is no Fool ; fo I (hail be able to make her underftand her Intereft. (To Ber.) Your Servant, Madam, I need not ask you how you do, you have got fo good a Colour. Ber. N o better than I us'd to have, I fuppofe. Wor. A little more Blood in your Cheeks. Ber. The Weather's hot. Wor. If it were not, a W o m a n may have a Colour. Ber. What do you mean by that ? Wor. Nothing. » D5 Ber. |
