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Show 80 -. The Rival Ladies. • - • Hip. N o w Amide0, fince you are fo forward To do all Service, you fhall to the Lady. Amid. No, I'll ftay with m y Matter, he bid you. Hip. It mads m e to the Heart to leave him here: But I will be reveng'd. M y Lord, I beg You would not truft this Boy with any thing Till m y return; pray know him better firft. Gonf. 'Twasmy Unhappinefstomeet thisLady Laft Night; becaufe it ruin'd m y defign Of Walking by the Houfe of Rodorick : W h o knows but through fome Window I had fpy'd Fair Julias fhadow paffing by the Glafs; Or if fome others, I would think it hers; Or if not any, yet to fee the place Where Julia lives: O Heav'n, how fmall a Blefling Will ferve to make defpairing Lovers happy ! Amid. Unhappy Angellina, thou art loft: Thy Lord loves Julia. Enter Hippolito, and Julia. J*/. , Where is thy Matter ? I long to give him m y acknowledgements For m y own fafety, and m y Brothers bothw Ha ! Is it h ? Gonf, Can it be Julia ? Could Night fofar difguife her from m y knowledge' jul. I would not think thee him I fee thou art.- Prithee difown thy felf in pity to rne: W h y fhould I be oblig'd by one I hate ? Gonf. I could fay fomediing in m y own defence; But it were half a Crime to plead m y caufe When you would have m e Guiiry. Amid, H o w I fear The fweetnefs of thofe Words will move her pity : I m fure they fhould do mine. * Gonf You took m e for a Robber, but fo far I am from that _Jul. O prithee be one ftill, That I may know fome caufe for my Avertron. %°ul I t YT from,them> a n ° more gladly did it; Jul Be what thou wilt, 'tis now too late to tell m e • The blackncfs of that Image I firft fancy'd, ' Hasfo infected m e, I ftill muft hate thee. tiip Though (if fhe loves him) all m y hopes are ruin'd M ^ ' " m 1 ma,d t0 fee her thus u<*md. ' Madam, what fee you in this Gentleman, Defervesyourfeorn, or hatred; Love him or Expea )Uft Heav'n fhould flrangely punift yoT Gonf. N o more: What e'er 8ie does i beft • and if Jul 0 call that Night again; < TohoWubo^^,s^dtd,rin-Woives &CftiUifortobsI^^ [Afide. [Exit Hippolito. [Afide: [Looks* {JftJe, Jul. The Rival Ladies. Si Jul. I f that will clear m y Debt, enjoy thy wifh Love me, and long, and defperatelyloveme. 1 hope thou wilt, that I may Plague thee more : Mean time take from m e that detefted object; Conveigh thy much loath'd Perfon from m y fight. Gonf. Madam, you are obey'd. Hippolito, and Amideo, wait Upon fair Julia; look upon her for m e With dying Eyes, but do not fpeak one word In m v behalf; for to difquiet her, Ev'n Happinefs it felf were bought too dear. F F 5 [Goes farther off towards the end of the Stage, M y Paffion fwells too high : And like a Veffel ftrugling in a Storm, a^erB^ouht?n0,,etOSteerherUPrlS^ PWTG-U* Jul. That Boy, I feehetrufts above the other : He has a ttrange refemblance with a Face. That I have feen, but when, or where, I know not. I'll watch till they are parted; then perhaps I m ay corrupt that little one to free me. < |yyw.j L ^ " J *»»*•• Amid. Sweet Hippolito, let m e fpeak with you ; Hip. What would you with m e ? Amid. Nay, you are fo fierce ; By all that's good I love and honour you, And would you do but one poor thing I'll ask you, In all things elfe you ever fhall command me. Look you, Hippolito, here's Gold, and Jewels, Thefe may be yours. Hip. T o what end doft thou m o w Thefe trifles to m e ? Orhowcam'ft thou by tnemf Nothoneftly, Hear. Amid. I fwear I did: And you fhall have'em ; but you always prels Before m e in m y Matter's fervice fo l Hip. And always will. Amid. But dear Hippolito, W h y will you not give way, that I may be Firft in his favour, and be ftill imploy'd ? >. W h y do you frown ? 'Tis notfor gain I ask it; What ever he fhall give m e fhall be yours, Except it be fome toy, you would not care tor, Which I fhould keep for his dear fake that gave it. Hip. If thou wouldft offer both the Indies to me, The Eaflern Quarries, and the Weftern Mines, They fhould not buy one look, one gentle imile Of his from m e : AfTure thy Soul they fhould not, I hate thee fo. Amid. Henceforth Til hate you worfe. But yet there is a W o m a n w h o m he loves, A certain Julia, who will fteal his Heart From both of us; we'll join at leaft againft The common Enemy. TIT«-«« > Hip. W h y does he fear m y Lord fhould love a W o m a n t The Paffion of this Boy isfo like mine That it amazes me. Enter a Servant. Piet. Young Gentleman, Your Matter calls for you. [E^tfippoUto; i # K « l i^ Hip. Ill thinkupon't ._, u **>n »--*-- £*«r Julia *> Amideo. Jul. N o w is the time, he is alone. Amid. Here comes The Saint m y Lord adores ; Love, pardon m c _. L 2 |
