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Show 48 Sir Harry Wildair 3 being hold, Lady Ghoft, ftand off a little, and tell me in good earneft now, whether you are alive or dead ? Ang. (Throwing off her Shroud.) Alive! alive! (Runs and throws her Arms about his Neck.) and never liv'd fo much as in this moment. Wild. W h a t d'ye think of the Ghoft now, Collonel ? (She hangs upon him.) Is it not a very loving Ghoft ? Stand. Amazement! Wild. Ay, 'tis Amazement, truly. Look ye, Madam, J hate to converfe fo familiarly with Spirits: Pray keep your diftance. Ang. I a m alive; indeed I am. Wild. I don't believe a word on't. (Moving away. Stan /. Sir Harry, you're more afraid n o w than before. Wild. Ay, moft M e n are more afraid of a living Wife than a dead one. Stand. 'Tis good Manners to leave you together however. (Exit. Ang. 'Tis unkind, m y Dear, after fo long and tedious an Abfence, to act the Stranger fo. I n o w fhall die in earneft, and muft for ever vanifh from your Sight. (Weeping • and going. Wild. Hold, hold, Madam. Don't be angry, m y Dear; you took m e unprovided: Had you but fent me word of your coming, I had got three or four Speeches out of Oroonob and the Mourning Bride upon this Occafion, that wou'd have charm'd your very heart. But we'll do as well as we can; I'll have the Mufiek from both Houfes; Pawlet and Locket fhall contrive for ourTafte; wre'll charm our Ears with Abel's Voice; feaft our Eyes with one another ; and thus, with all our Senfes tun'd to Love, we'll hurl off our Cloaths, leap into Bed, and there Look ye, M a d a m , if I don't welcome you home with Raptures more natural and more moving than all the Plays in Chrijfcndom I'll fay no more. Ang. As mad as ever. Wild. But eafe m y Wonder firft, and let m e know the Riddle of your Death. Ang. Your unkind Departure hence, and your avoiding m e abroad, made m e relolve, fince I cou'd net live with you, to die to all the World befides; I fancy'd, that tho' it exceeded the force of Love, yet the Power of Grief perhaps might change your humour, and therefore had it given out that I dy'd in France ; m y Sicknefs at Montpelier, which indeed was of our Am bnaefxfta dtoor D'esa tChh,a palnadi nt hea tA fPfraornits ,o ffceorn'dd uteo' dth et oB ohmdayyv e |