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Show r HP 268 £ S 0 P. c<* a m not I, you'll fay? But you're miftaken, Sir ; I'm made to love, tho not to be belov'd. I have a Heart like yours ; I've Folly too: I've every Inftru-ment of Love like others. Or. But, Sir, you have nor been fo long a Lover; Your Paftion's young and tender, 'Tis eafy for you to become its Mafter ; Whilft I Ihou'd ftrive in vain ; mine's old and fixt. Efop. The older 'tis, the eafier to be govern'd ; Were mine of as long a ftanding, 'twere poftible I might get the better on't. Old Paftions are like old Men; weak, and foon joftlcd into the Kennel. Or. Yet Age fometimes is ftrong, even to the Verge of Life. Efop. Ay, but there our Comparifon don't hold. Or. You are too merry to be much in love. Efop. And you too fad to be fo long. Or. My Grief may end my days, fo quench my Flame ; but nothing elfe can e'er extinguifh it. Efop. Don't be difcourag'd, Sir ; 1 have feen many a M a n out-live his Paftion twenty Years. Or. But 1 have fworn to die Euphronia's Slave. Efop. A decay'd Face always abfolves a Lover's Oath. Or. Xovers whofe Oaths are made to Faces then : But 'tis Euphr-onia's Soul that I adore, which never can decay. Efop. I wou'd fain fee a young Fellow in Love with a Soul of Thr-ee&ore. Or. Quit but Euphronia to me, and you fhall $ At leaft if Heaven's Bounty will afford us But Years enough to prove m y Conftancy, And this is all I ask the Gods and you. [Exit Or. Efop folus. A good Pretence however to beg long Life. H o w grofly do the Inclinations of the Flefh Impofe upon the Simplicity of the Spirit! Had this young Fellow but ftudy'd Anatomy, he'd have found the Source of his Paftion lay far from his Miftrefs's Soul. Alas! Alas! Had Had W o m e n no more C h - ™ \ ' J • n •• *'- We fhould fee mcre'vvife Men in the World, ' And much fewer Infers and Poets. ' rF';t C5a A C T V. Enter Euphronia and Doris. . --«...,•« 1 IWLC ; ieeKa Reprieve fi nor ; tis low, 'tis mean, 'tis bafe in me. Dor. Why, you hate the Devil as much as you do Nop, (or within a fmall matter) and fhould you think it a fcandal to pray him to let you alone a day or two, if he were a going^ to run away with you ; ha ? Euph. I don't know what I think, nor what I fry, nor what I do ; But fure thou'rt not my Friend thus to advife me. Dor. I advife ! I advife nothing; e'en follow your own way, marry him, and make much of him. I have a mind to fee fome of his Breed; if you like it, I like it: He fhan't breed out of m e only; that's all I nave to take care of. Euph. Prithee don't diffract me. Dor. Why, tomorrow's the Day, fix'd and firm, you know it; much Meat, little Order, great many Relations, few Friends, Horfe-play. Noife, and bawdy Stories, all's ready for a compleat Wedding. Euph. Oh ! what fhall I do ? Dor. Nay, 1 know this makes you tremble ; and yet your tender Confcience fcruples to drop one hypocritical Curt'fy, and fay, Pray, Mr. Efop, befo kind to defer it a few days longer. Euph. Thou know'ft I cannot diftemble. N ^ Dor. |