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Show -, " TheRival-Ladies. _ AlitodWwithcwt, andaU^cW^^ The moifture that maintained confummg Nature Lick'd up, and in a Feaver fry'd away , Could vou behold him be* with dying Eyes A glafc'of Water; and refute it him becaufeyou knew it ill for his Difeafe r When he would die without it how could you Denv to make his Death more eafie to him. Zn Talk not to m e of Love, when Honour fufters, The Boys will Hifs at me. g*U£££ -hat would I not havechofe > To fave my Honour, I my Love muft lole: But promifes once made are paft debate, And Truth's of more neceffity than Fate. Man. I fcarce can think your promife ablolutt, There might fame way be thought on, if you would T o keep both her, and it. Gonf No, no, m y promife was no trick ot state. I meant to be made truly wretched firft. Andthen todie; and I'll perform them both. Man. Then that Revenge I meant on Rodorick {.Draws. I'll take on you. Gonf 1 draw with much Regret As Merchants throw their Wealth into the Sea, T o fave their finking Veffels from a Wrack. Man. I find I cannot lift m y hand againft thee; ^ ^ D o what thou wilt; out let not m e behold it, v a I'll cut this Gordian knot I cannot loofe : T o keep his promife, Rodorick fhall have her, But I'll return and refcue her by force; Then giving back what he fo Frankly gave, ^ y^^ At once m y Honour and his Love I'll fave. «- Enter Rodorick. Rod. H o w / Julia brought by h i m ? - W h o fent for m e ? Gonf. 'Twas I Rod. I know your bufinfs then; 'tis Fighting. Gonf. You'r miftaken ; 'tis fomething that I fear. Rod. W h a t is't? Gonf. Why, 'Twill not out: Here take Tier And deferve her; but no thanks; For fear I fhould confider whatl give, And call it back Jul. O m y dear Rodorick I Gonf. §exue\Julia\ For pity fhew not all your joy before m e ; Stifle fome part of it one Minute longer Till I am dead. Jul. M y Rodorick fhall know He ows his Julia to you ; thank him, Love ; In faith I take it ill you are fo flow. Rod. You know he has forbid m e ; and befide He'll take it better from your mouth than mine; All that you do muft needs be pleafing to him: Jul. Still fullen and unkind ! Rod. W h y then in fhort, I do not underftand the benefit: Gonf. Not, to have J////'* in thy free PofTetTion ? Rod. Not brought by you ; not of anothers leaving Jul. Speak foftly Rodorick: Let not thefe hear thee ; But fpare m y fhame for the ill choice I made In loving thee. Rod. I will fpeak loud, and tell thee, Thou com'ft, all cloy'd and tir'd with his embraces, To Ihe Rivil Ladies. 97 To proffer thy pall'd Love to mc: His K'nTes D o yet bedew thy Lip-> ; thc very Print His Arms made round thy Body, yet remains. Gonf. O Barb'rous j ealoulie! Jul. 'Tis an harfh word, I a m too Pure for thee; but yet I love thee. [Offers to take his hand. Rod. Away, foul imp\idence. Gonf. Madam, you wrong Your virtue dius to clear it by fubmiffion. Jul. Whence grows this boldnefs, Sir ? Did I ask you T o be m y Champion ? Rod. H e chofe to be your Friend, and not your Husband : Left that dull part of Dignity to m e ; As often the worft Aaors Play the Kings.. Jul. This jealoufie is but excefs of Paffion, Which grows up, Wild, in every Lovers Breatt; But changes Kind when planted in an Husband. Rod. Well, what I am, I a m ; and what I will be, W h e n you are mine, m y Pleafure fhall determine. I will receive no L a w from any Man. Jul. This ttrange unkindnefsof m y Rodorick, I owe to thee, and thy unlucky Love; Henceforth go lock it up within thy Breatt; 'Tis only harmlefs while it is conceal'd, But opened fpreads Infeaion like a Vault, Go, and m y Curfe go with thee : • Gonf. I cannot go till I behold you happy - Here, Rodorick, receive her on thy Knees; Ufe her with that refpea which thou would'ft pay Thy Guardian Angel if he could be feen. ' Do not provoke m y anger by refuting n watch thy leaft offence to her; each Word, Nay, every fullen Look: And as the Devils w h o are damn'd to Torments, Yet have the guilty Souls their Slaves to punifh: Sounder me, while I a m wretched, thou Shalt be tormented cur a Rod. Would'ft thou make m e the Tenant of thy Luft; T o Toil, and for m y Labour take the Dregs, The Jujcy Vintage being left for thee ? N o ; fhe's an infamous, lewd Proftitute ; I loath her at m y Soul ; V^^T^^^^^^f foul Villain.- [They fight off the St^xeit, Jul. Help, Help ! Amid. Here is that Witch whofe fatal Beauty - Began the mifchief; fhe fhall pay for all. [Goes to Mill ]u\u Hip. I hate her for it more than thou canft do ; ^ ^ &, But cannot fee her die m y Matter foves. i„fjr{ Enter Gonfalvo, following Rodorick , who falls. Rod. So, now I am at reft: I feel Death rifing higher ftill, and higher, Within m y Bofom; every Breath I fetch Shuts up m y life within a fhorter compafs: And like the vanifhing found of Bells grows lefs ^ ^ And lefs each Pulfe, till it be loft in Air. Gonf: D o w n at your Feet, much injur d Innocence, I lay that Sword, which Jul. Take it up again, It has not done its work till I a m kill d . For ever, ever, thou haft robb'd m e of That Man, that only M a n w h o m I could Lov e Doft thou thusCourt thy Miftrefs/ Thusobhge he, All thy Obligements have been fatal yet, y ct |