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Show The Way to win hint. $$ the Service of Heaven. And for our handfome Perfons, they become a Box at the Play, as well as a Pew in the Church. Ori. But the Viciffitudes of Fortune, the Inconftancy of Man, with other Difappointments of Life, require fome place of Religion, for a Refuge from their Perfecution. Bif. Ha, ha, ha, and do you think there is any Devotion in a Fellow's going to Church, when he takes it'only for a Sanctuary? Don't you know, that Religion confifts in a Charity with all Mankind; and that you fhould never think of being Friends with Heaven, till you have quarrell'd with all the World. Come, come, mind your Bufinefs, Mirabel loves you, 'tis n o w plain, and hold him to't; give frefh Orders that he lhan't fee you: W e get more by hiding our Faces fometimes, than by expofing them ; a very Mask, you fee, whets Defire, but a pair of keen Eyes thro' an Iron Gate, fire double upon 'em, with View and Difguife. But I muft be gone upon m y Affairs, I have brought m y Captain about again. Ori. But why will you trouble your felf with that Coxcomb? Bif. Becaufe he is a Coxcomb; had not I better have a Lover like him, that I can make an Ais, than a Lover like yours, to make a Fool of me. [Knocking below.] A Meflage from Mirabel, I'll lay m y Life. [She runs to the Doer.] C o m e hither, Run, thou charming Nun, come hither. Ori. What's the News ? (Runs to her. Bif. Don't you fee who'6 below ? Ori. I fee no body but a Fryer. Bif A h ! Thou poor blind Cupid ! O m y Confcience, thefe Hearts of ours fpoil our Heads inftantly; the Fellows ro fooner turn Knaves, than we turn Fools. A Fryer! Don't you fee a villainous genteel Mien under that Cloak of Hypocrifie, the loofe carelefs Air of a tall Rakehelly Fellow ? Ori. As I live, Mirabel turn'd Fryer! I hope, in Heav'n, he's not in earneft. Bif. In earneft! Ha, ha; ha, are you in earneft ? Now's your time; this Difguife has he certainly taken for a Paf-porr, to get in and try your Refolutions; flick to your Habit to be fure; treat him with Difdain, rather than Anger; for Pride becomes us more than Paffion: Remember what I fay, if you wou'd yield to advantage, and hold out the Attack; to-draw him on, keep him off to be fure The |