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Show [h N Offc Unde ® to Pre ermen he Thoul Du 1 PIELS of f gipy 13 or frighthl have deferyeg roceeding of g 1€, be it what i T Ut youontof( Soldser's Fortune 13 Porcia. So were you at that time, Sir, or you had ne'er parted it our dear Liberty on fuch reafonable Terms furely Blefs us/ Had you gut lookt about youa little, what a Market might have been made o tha tall, proper, promifing Perfon of yours! that- Court. Hell confound thee, heartily, heartily FPoresa. That Face, which now, o're-grown with ruful Beard, looks you had ftole it from the Retinue of a Ruffian Embaflic ! F ough! I fanc all Fellows that are married fmell of Train-oyl and Garlick Beang. And yet, twenty to one, that is a ftinking Coxidition you'll hav a defign to feduce fome poor doating Monfter or anothér into, one day Porcia. Never, by that Badge of Slavery, his Beard there Beang. How that dear Proteftation has charm'd me Conre. O' my Confcience Lmy felf could be half reconcil'd to her aga too FPorcia. In fhort, to giveyonone infallible Argument, that I never wil marry, I have been married already, that is, fold : for being the Daughte of a very rich Merchant, who dying left me the onely Heirefs of an im 1y ugly menfe Fortune, it wasmy ill luck to fall into the Hands of Guardians that to fpeak properly, were ‘Raskals; for in a fhort time they confpire amongft themfelves, and for bafe Bribes, betray'd, fold, and married m to Husband, that's all Beang Husban Porcia Beaxg Court Poreia think yo Coxre y Liberty venge my Quarrel on thee - Cokrtvme Beang. And what's to be done, thou dear One h cticles ( from your ountry, (0 . 3. odil eh : Marde do In troth, and that's enoughiof all confcience : But where is this Heav'n be thanked, dead and buried, Captair. Amen, with all my Heart A Widow, by my Manhood, a downright Bawdy Widow What would your Cream-pot in the Country give for that Title ? Not more than I would, that thy Husband were alive agen,to re- Porcia. Look upon me as a Lady in diftrefs, Captain; and by the Ho-nour of aSoldier confider on fome way for my ‘Deliverance. Beang. From what ? Where is the Danger Porcia. Every way it threatens me < For into the very Hands my ill Fortune threw me before, has it betray'd me again, Friend Beang. Hah Poreza, ThePrincipal is an Uncle, old,jealous, tyrannical, and covetous. Beang. Hell confound him for it. Poresa. My Fortune lying moft in his Hands, obliged me upon my Widowhood te give up my felf again there too, where he has fecured and confin'd- me with more Tyranny, than if I had beena Pris'ner for Murde guards me Day and Night with ill-lookt Rogues, that wear long, broad - terrible Swords, and ftand. Centinel: up and dow#: the Houfe with Mufgue- soons and Blunderbufles V Court, So, here's like to be fome Mifchief going forward, that's one Comfort Porcia, Murder. |