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Show gcj The Twin-Rivals. iter of a Man^ and that Devil of a Woman.' ^^- O Aurelia] I long to be alone. I a m become fo fond of Grief, that I would fly where I might enjoy it all, and have no interruption in m y darling Sorrow. Enter Elder Wou'dbe unperceivd. E. IT7. In Tears! perhaps for m e ! I'll try [Drops a Picture, and and goes back to the Entrance, and lift Aur. If there be ought in Grief delightful, don't grudge me a fhare. Con. N o , m y dear Aurelia, I'll ingrofs it all. I lov'd him fo, methinks I fhou'd be jealous if any mourned his Death be-fides m y felf. What's here! [Takes up the Picture.] Ha ! fee Coufin • the very Face and Features of the M a n ! Sure, fome officious Angel has brought m e this for a Companion in m y Solitude. - N o w I'm fitted out for Sorrow. With this I'll figh, wnth this converfe gaze on his Image till I grow blind with weeping. Aur. I'm amaz'd ! how came it here! Con. Whether by Miracle or humane Chance, 'tis all alike; I have it here: Nor fhall it ever feparate from m y Breaft. - is the only thing cou'd give m e Joy, becaufe it will encreafe m y Grief. E. W. [Entring.] Moft glorious W o m a n ! n o w I a m fond of Life. Aur. H a ! What's this? Your bufinefs, pray Sir! H. W. With this Lady. [ Goes to Conftance, takes her hand, 'and kneels^] Here let m e worfhip that Perfection, whofe Vertue might attract the liftning Angels, and make 'em fmile to fee fuch Purity, fo like themfelves in humane Shape. Con. Hermes f E. W. Your living Hermes, who fhall die yours too. Con. N o w Paffion, powerful Paffion, would bear m e like a Whirlwind to his Arms : But m y Sex has bounds. ; 'Tis wondrous, Sir! E. W. Moft wondrous are the Works of Fate for M a n , and moft clofely laid, is the Serpentine Line that guides him into Happinefs; that hidden Power which aid permit thofe Arts to cheat m e of m y Birthright, h d this fiirp ife of Happinefs in ftore, well knowing that Grief is the beft Preparative for Joy. Con. I never found the true Sweets of Love, till -his Roman-tick turn, dead and alive ! m y Sous are Poetical. Fi i HeazveAnEE'n. si Wfga.mk aeT..h aSitr ,m uyn riddedalre Byrooutrh eFro rmtuufnte .d o; for he made Authre. |
