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Show /i/ Provocative to am'rous hea Hunhbras it o Sylv Part the 24 Patience direct me the Firlt r Nat m gh wro hav ol W To utmoft fufferance, and moft low contentment yi iz T vile do abo an cted negl off Caf Speak, is not this hard ufage ?- Cottrt.ullmgl‘l . %: Sylv C.?/omft Aith Umph u[lI;Ph o what' that's I. p ump Chlld UIT]ph IS I I-, I i Don't be thus cruel to me Cowrt. Then promife one thing B‘"'{Z D%: ;@'-‘fl'd i ‘4 i f "l v o Dd W cdontt hay, By Deed, Ve tha Rt Bt kay, A And may be my good nature fhall be wrought upon Sylv. Ple grant thee any thing;, fpeak, try m'Obedience Court, then promife me, thatduring our abod In this fweet Town, which I love very deatly That let me ramble, fteer what courfe I will Keep what late hours, and asI pleafe employ emy, That"yow'l be ftill, an humble, civil Doxy And pry into no fecret to difturb me. ¢ Sylv.. Well, 'tisall granted o Court. On then, Ple be dutiful firf yo Ente Sylv . C OHrt, NO & § e Sylv. Here with a Kinfwoman May be you know her not, her name is Porcza Conrt. Death! Beangard's Widow ! now I am finely fitted What at this Houfe ~ Sylv. This very Houfe, that Doo Opens into the Garden, let us walk there Won't you go with me Conrtine Sylv. Prethee do, Love l{;[htggéi; don' at Thr che wre m Gu ent tor an deat Dea Sylv r long n bear I'l e Hea B treat me thu Cowurt. NO more Sylv. 1 have done, Sir Cenrr. What do you at Lowdon 2y o fon I' wha foll t faul i Sylv. I £ muf .yo Bi_l dom fre m tak ures plea m Cowrt. Can't I enjo fenfein whi i infi you wit dif ' come, and fpoil the high feafon' Court., No b i e my Dear Sylv. Prethee forgive me, Court. Where did you lodge laft Night M{mggé lefs Jealoufie fcopr wit lef7 b t thee b With Childre s ]}gciSflOR blel bee hav care t hear Set my poo | mkfin;}' WA Li‘fia}m' For what is worth in any thing, bri *twil a Mon But {o muc Cant 1,} % uf Dot M By mhisahalfhf o Uy Ot omeshé_d \ gether'|" 1 b ) Wfla ms(m" Dm,?[ k |