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Show 48 The Inconfiant : Or, till at laft I took heart, leap'dout of a Window, got away m y Friends, fu'd m y Tyrant, and recover'd m y Fortune - I lived from fifteen to twenty to pleafe a Husband, from twenty to forty I'm refolved to pleafe m y felf, and from thence upwards I'll humour the World. Aiir. The charming wild Notes of a Bird broke out of its Cage! Lam. I mark'd you at the Play, and fomething I faw of a well-turn ifh'd, carelefs, agreeable Tour about you. Me-thought your Eyes made their mannerly Demands with fuch an Arch Modefty, that I don't know how butl'melop'd, Ha, ha, ha, I'm elop'd. Aiir. Ha, ha, ha, I rejoyce in your good Fortune with all m y heart. Lam. O, i\o\v I think on't, Mr. Mufiapha, you have got the fineft Ring there, I cou'd fcarcely believe it right, pray let m e fee it. Mir. H u m ! Yes, M a d a m , 'tis; 'tis right but, but, but, it was given me by m y Mother, an old Family-Ring, Madam, an old-fafhiond Family-Ring. Lam. Ay, Sir if yoU can entertain your felf with a Song, for a moment I'll wait on you, come in there. Enter Singers. Call what you pleafe, Sir. Aiir. The new Song Prcthee, Phillis, &c. SONG. Certainly the Stars have been in a ftrange intriguing Humour when I was born. Ay, this Night fhou'd I have had a Bride in m y Arms, and that I fhou'd like well enough, but what fhou'd I have to Morrow Night ? The fame. And what next Night the fame, and what next Night the very fame, Soop for Breakfaft, Soop for Dinner, Soop for Supper, and Soop for Breakfaft again but here's Variety. I love the Fair who freely gives her Heart That's mine by Ties of Nature, not of Art ; Who boldly owns whateer her Thoughts indite, And is too modeft for a Hypocrite. (L* morce appears at the Door, as he runs towards her, four Bravoes ftcp in before her. He ftarti back. |