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Show 146 - The ProTJottd Wife. know how deep an Impreffion a fine Gentleman makes in a Lady's Heart, they wou'd reduce all their Studies to that of Good-breeding alone. Enter Cornet. Cor. Madam, here's Mr. Treble. He has brought home the Verfes your Ladyfhip made, and gave him to *L F. O let him come in by all means. Now, Madamoifelle, am 1 going to be unfpeakably ia^' Enter Treble. So Mr. Treble, you have fet my little Dialogue ? Treb. Yes, Madam, and 1 hope your Lady (hip will be pleafed with it. L. F. O, no doubt on't -, for really Mr. Treble, you fet all things to a wonder: But your Mufick is in particular heavenly, when you have my Words to clothe Treb. Your Words themfelves, Madam, have fo much Mufick'in 'em, they infpire me. L. F. Nay, now you make m e blulh, w.Treblt\ but pray let's hear what you have done. Ireb. You fhall, Madam. A SONG, to be fung between a Man and a Woman, M. \ Fi Lovely Nymph, the World's on fire j /\, Veil, veil thofe cruel Eyes : ^ W, The World may then in Flames expire, And boaft that fo it dies. M. But when all Mortals are deftroyd, Who then ft]all fing your praife .' W . Thofe who are fit to be employ d : The Gods JltaU Altars raife. Treb. How does your Ladyfhip like it, Madam? L. F. Rapture, Rapture, Mr. Treble, 1 ma 1 R a w * O W-'tand Art, what Power have you, when )oma. mulf needs tell you the Birth of this ^ e . J J g g J Tnbli. Us F«ih« was a Dream, and us Mother w The Provok'd Wife. 147 the Moon. I dreamt that bv 5„ , • 4 ' was chofen ^ueen of that p7e W o U " T ? T°te', firft time I appeared upon my Throne ' "d *" the Subjefts fell in love with me. Tuft tteTTZlV? ™Z fteing Pen, Ink, and Paper lie k u ™ ^ ^ fhd mto my Morning-Gown, and writ this in p„ZZ * Treb. So 1 guefs the Dialogue, Madam, is Z l t y •ok between your Majefty, & 'y6m ^ %$&$ L. F. Juft: He as Minifter advifes mp r* ^ i 1 head about the Welfare of my t o j e X ° w W ^ Sovereign find a very impertinent Propofil R„V • " W o dull, M , ?,4 it affords tt^ft 7>^. Madam, I have one in my Pocket, came out but yeflerday, if your Ladyfhip pleafcs t0 U\ &* L. F. By all means. Here, pfa make what Mu. fick you can of this Song here. SONG. I. N O T an Angel dwells above Half fo fair as her I l0ve, Heaven knows how fre'll receive me • If (he fmiles, Vm blefi indeed • If fiie frowns, I'm quickly freed: Heaven knows fl;e ne'er can grieve me. II. Kone can love her more than 1, ?et fa ne'er fijall ma\e me die. if my Flame can never warm her • La(ling Beauty I'll adore, I fioall never love her more, Cruelty will fo deform her. queftbn. *"* "^ : ThlS " Heartfrse^ Poe"7 Without H 2 Treb. |