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Show 4 M- . 172 Secret-Love : Or, rolurn : he teaches m e wsvA) is on theGuitarre, and talks wildly to m e , and I xm UMd. But tell me ia earneft, do you think he loves you? Olin Can vou doubt it ? There were never two fo cut out tor one another ; w e h love Singing, Dancing, Treats and Mufick. Infhort, w e are each others counterpart. • . . /,/?/. But does he love you fenoufly ? .- •{; 0//> Serioufly ! I know not that; if he did, perhaps I fhould not love him : but wc fit and talk,'and wrangle, and are Friends ; when w e are together w e never hold ourToneues ; and then w c have always a noife of Fiddles at our heels, he hunts me merrily as the Hounds does the Hare ;and either this is Love, or I know it not. MA Well,eo back, and call Satin* to me. [Olinda goes behind. Th;c is a R my finding out: whether he loves her or no is the queftion; but this I a m fure of, the loves him: O m y little Favourite, I muft ask you a queftion concernir on: is he in love with you ? Sab. I think indeed he does not hate m e , at leaft if a Man's word may be taken for it. Mel. But what exprrffions has he made you ( Sab. Truly the M a n has done his part: he has fpoken civilly to m e , and I y. not fo young but I underftood him ? Mel. And you could be content to marry him ? Sob. I have fworn never to marry; befides, he's a wild young M a n ; yet a you, Mother, I would be content to be facrifie'd, Mel No, no, w e would but leau you to the Altar. Sab. Not to put off the Gentleman neither; for if I have him not I a m refolv'd to dye a Maid, that's once, Mother. Mel. Both m y Daughters are in love with him, and I cannot yet find he loves either of'cm. ::. Mothcr,Mother, yonder's Celadon in the walks. . Peace, Wanton; you had beft ring the Bells for joy. Well, I'll not meet ife I know not which to offer him; yet he feems to like thc youngeft beft: I'll give him oportunity with her; Olinda, do you make haft after me. Olin. This is fomething hard though. [Exit Mel. Enter Celadon. Cel. You fee,Ladies,the leaft Breath of yours brings m e to you: I have been feek-ing you at your Lodgings, and from thence came hither after you. Sob. 'Twas well you found us. Cel. Found you! Half this brightnefs betwixt you two was enough to have lighted me; I could never mifs m y way: Here's fair Olinda has beauty enough for one Family; fuch a Voice, fuch a Wit, fo noble a Statu re, fo white a Skin. Olin. I thought he would be particular at laft. [Afide. Cel. And young Sabina, fo fweet an Innocence, Such a Rofe-bud newly blown. This is m y goodly Palace of Love, that m y little withdrawing Room. A word. Madam. [10 Sab. Olin. I like not this - would fpeak with you. Cel. I come, Madam.- [aftde.~\ Sir, ifyouarenot too bufie with m y Sifter, I Sab. Time enough Sir ^pray finifh your Difcourfe. and as you were a faying: Sir.- Olin. Sweet Sir.- Sab. Sifter you forgot, m y Mother bid you make hafte. Olin. Well, go you and tell her I am coming. Sab. 1 can never endure to be the Meffenger of ill neWs; but if you pleafe. I'll fend her word you won't come. Olin. Minion, Minion, Remember this. [Exit Olinda. Sab. She's horribly in love with you. Cel. Lord who could love that walkingSteeple: She's fo high that every time fhe fings to me, I am looking up for the Bell that tolls to Church. Ha 1 Give me m y little Fifth-rate that lies fofnug. She, hang her,a Dutch built bottom :fhe's-fo tall, there's no boarding of her. But w e lofe time Madam, let m e feal m v love upon your mouth. [kifs. Soft and fweet by Heaven! fore you wear Rofe-leaves between your lips. . • Sab, The Maideh-Queen. 175 Sab. Lord, Lord ; What's the matter with m e ! m y breath grows fo fhon can fcarce fpeak to you. Cel. N o matter, give m e thy Lips again and I'll fpeak for thee. Sab. You don't love me. Cd. I warrant thee ; fit d o w n by m e and kits again . She warms rafter than Pygmalion's Image. [Afide. (Kjfs.) 1 marry Sir, \lift was the original ufe of Lips ; talking, eating and drinking came in by th' by. Sab. N a y pray be civil; will you be at quiet ? Cel. W h a t would you have m e fit ftill and look v$dn you like a lktlfcJPuppy Dog that's taught to beg with his fore-leg up? Enur Florimel. Flor. Celadon the Faithful! in good time, Sir. Cel. In very good time, Florimel; for:Heavens fake help m e quickly. Flor. What's the matter ? Cel. D o you not fee / here's a poor Gentlewoman in a fwoon / (Twooh away.') I have be«n rubbing her this half hour, I and'Cannot bring her to her fenfes. Flor. Alas, how came fhe fo r Cel. O h barbarous! do you ftay to ask Queftions,' run for Charity^ Flor. Help, help, alas poor Lady (-1 f£x*Flor. Sab. Is fhe gone ? Cel. I, thanks to m y wit that helpt m e at a pinch ; I thank Heaven, I never pumpt for a lye-in m y Life yet. Sab. I a m aftraid you love her, Celadort! Cel. Only as a civil Acquaintance or fo, but however to avoid flander, you had beft begone before fhe comes again. Sab. I can find a Tongue as well as fhe Cel. I, but the truth is, I a m a kind of feandalous Perfon, and for you to be feen in m y Company Stay in the Walks,, by this kits I'll be with you prefently. l****Sab- Fnter Florimel running.. Flor. Help, help, I can find no Body. Cel. 'Tis needlefs now m y dear, (he's recover'd, and gone oft, but fo w a n and WCclKlV - Flor'. U m h ! I begin to fmell a rat, what was your bufinefs here, Celadon ? . Cel. Charity, Chriftian Charity ; you faw I was labouring for lite with her. Flor. But h o w came you hither; not that I care this, I but only to be fa-1, tisfkd f>^- Cel. You are Jealous in m y Confeience. Flor. W h o I Jealous.' Then I with-this figh may be the laft that ever I may .draw., [$&«• Cel. But w h y do you figh then ? Flor. Nothing but a Cold, I cannot fetch m y breath well.- But what will you fay if I wrote the Letter you had, to try your Faith ? Cel. Hey-day! This is juft the Devil and the Sinner; you lay Snares for me, and then punifh m e for being tajcen ; there's trying a Man's Faith indeed : W h at do you think I had the Faith of a Stock, or of a Stone ? Nay, and yotr go to tantalize a M a n , • 'gad I love you upon the fquare , I can endure no tricks to be ufed to me. f Ofinda and Sabina at the door Peeping. Ol. Sab. Celadon, Celadon! Flor. W h a t Voices are thofe ? Cel. Some Comerades of mine that call m e to play; Pox on 'em they'l fpoil all- W-Flor. Pray let's fee 'em. ' ,p „ Cel. Hang 'em Tatterdemallions, they are not worth your fight; rray gentlemen be gone, I'll be with you immediately. Sab. N o , we'll ftay here for you. '' , Flor. D o your Gentlemen fpeak with Treble-Voices ? I a m refolved to fee what Company you keep. 1 C'L Nay' f£ SE£&*• her U<k; fl,e LP Ml of Olinda, * ** Sabina holds ; fo that he pulling they all come m. Flor. Are thefe your Comerades ? {Sings] 'Tis Strephon calls what would m y lovep w |