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Show The Way to win him. %j When the Phyfician can no more defign, Then call the other Doctor, the Divine. What Vows to Heaven, wou'd Heaven reftore his Health ; Vows all to Heaven, his Thoughts, his Attions, Wealth: But if reftord to Vigour, as before, His Health refufes what his Sicknefs fwore. The Body is no fooner Rais'd, and Well, But the weak Soul relapfes into III; To all its former fwing of Life is led, A,nd leaves its Vows and Promifes in Bed. ( Exit, Throwing away the Habit. SCENE changes to Old Mirabel'; Houfe: Duretete with a Letter. Dur. ( Reads.) A/I T Rudenefs was only a Proof of your Humour, which I have **•*-*• found jo agreeable, that 1 own my felf Penitent, and willing to make any Reparation upon your firft appearance to BISARRE. Mirabel fwears fhe loves me, and this confirms it; then fare-wel Gallantry, and welcome Revenue : 'tis m y turn now tq be upon the Sublime3 I'll take her off, I warrant her. Enter Bifarre, Well, Miftrefs, do you love me ? Bif. 1 hope, Sir, you will pardon the Modefty of - Dur. Of what ? O f a Dancing Devil! • Do you love me, I fay. Bif. Perhaps I •- Dur. What ? Bif. Perhaps I do not. Dur. H a ! abus'd again ! Death W o m a n , I'll Bif. Hold, hold. Sir, I do, I do ! Dur. Confirm it then, by your Obedience ftand there; and Ogle m e now, as if your Heart, Blood, and Soul, were like to fly out at your Eyes. Firft, the direct furprife. (She looks full upon him. ) Right, next the Deux yeux par oblique. (She gives him the fide Glance.) Right, now depart, and Languifh. (She turns from him, and looks over her Shoulder.) Veiy well, n o w Sigh. ( She ftghs I ) N o w drop your Fan a purpofe. (She drops her Fan.) N o w take it up again : Come now, con-iefs your Faults, are not you a Proud - fay after me. |
