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Show AQ The R E L A P S E ; or, 6 l F. Pray Nurfe, don't you be againft your yo, ***** m Danger. 69 lady's good, for by this means fhe 11 have the pleafe EnUr Amanda> and Berfnthfa# A S O N G. t 0 ° m r Z Well, I'm fuch a tender-hearted Fool, I fc L I can refufe nothing ; fo you fhall e en follow your o* Smile at Love, and all its Arts, Inventions. _• :'w , _ ., , *. Jhi'Charming Cynthia cry 'd: Mifs. Shall I ? [Afide.] O Lord, I could lei, Tafy heed, for Love has piercing Darts, over the Moon. A w o ^ d e d Swain reply 'd. ' now, unrewar with Mr.. Office too, and then we fhall be all happy : do you tbic, And fported with his Arms : you can prevail with him ? •**" uri^ tQ0 far, Revenge he cries, Nurfe. Prevail with him ' or he fhall neverpt; -<* fatal Shaft he drew, rail with me, I can tell him that. u t00k *" paffage thro your Eyes, Mifs. M y Lord, fhe has had him upon the hiptH And *° my Heart it flew. feven Year. Y.F. I'm glad to hear it; however to ftrengthen yoi _ . II. Intereft with him, you may let him know I have fever, l c * ? a r t ? whence, I try'd in vain, fat Livings in m y Gift, and that the firft that falls fit u firl™ { qt'ckly found, be in vour difpofal. W" '?*> t0 ;*<™fi the Pain, Nurfe. Fay, then I'll make him marry more Foil *»* t0 enlarge the Wound. than one, I'll promife him. *' much t0? Well> 1 fear, you know Mifs. Faith do, Nurfe, make him marry you tot -J? Sam * m t0 ™dure, I'm fure he'll do't for a fat Living ; for he loves Eati: *mce wh** 7°"' Eyes alone could do, more than he loves his Bible ; and I have often ha J £ T [ L > r Can CHn* him fay, a fat Living was the beft Meat in the World, **" ™** (Jrf"t Heaven J may miftakej Nurfe. Ay, and I'll make him commend the Sao; . \aoubt u *>om d to bear too, or I'll bring his G o w n to a CafTock, I will fo. A ^Td% for an^'s fake, Y. F. Well Nurfe, whilft you go and fettle Matte: w » ° m rgzva^s tts Care. with him, then your Lady and I will go and take a m A™*n. Well, now Berinthia, I'm at leifure to hear in the Garden. what 'twas you had to fay to me. Nurfe. I'll do your Honour's Bufinefs in the catck Ber What I had to fay, was only to echo the Si<>hs up of a Garter. [Exit Mr and Groans of a dying Lover & Y.F. Giving her his Hand.] Come, Madam, <fc A*»*n. Phu, will you never* learn to talk in earneft you venture your felf alone with m e ? °* a ny thing ? Mifs. O dear, yes, Sir, I don't think you'll < M *r. W h y this fhall be in earneft, if y ou pleafe : for thing to m e I need be afraid on. Of « 7 Pa*> I only tell you Matter of W , you may take it |