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Show If 2 p o An Evening's Love: Or, ^ M ^^v^^^i ^"^lam^^^alfen! ^'YoitXVme^ £tf*r Jacinta «*/ Beatrix at the other endof the Stage. Beat. You do love him then ? Jac. Yes, moft vehemently. Bf^ But fet fome bounds to your affection. < L ' None but fools confine their pleafure: what Ufurer ever thought his Offers held too much ? No, I'll give m y felf the twinge, and love without referve. If I'll keep a Paffion, I'll never ftarve it in m y fervice. B ^ But are you fure he will deferve this kindnefs? Tac I never trouble m y felf fo long before hand : Jealoufies and difquiets are the drees of an Amour; 'but I'll leave mine before I have drawn it off fo low: when it once grows troubled, I'll give vent to a frefti draught. Beat. Yet it is but prudence to try him firft ; no Pilate ventures on an unknown Coaft without founding. Jac. Well, to fatisfie thee I am content; partly too becaufe I find a kind of pleafure in laying baits for him. Be-*f. The two great virtues ofaLover are conftancy and liberality; if he pro* feffes thofe two, you may be happy in him. TW. Nay, if he be not Lord and Mafter of both thofe qualities, I difown him but who goes there? • ffo*;. He, I warrant you, M a d a m ; for his Servant told mc, he was waiting hereabout. Jar. Watch the door, give m e notice if any come ? Beat. I'll fecure vou, Madam. Exit Beatrix. Jac. to Wild. W h a t have you laid an ambufh for m e ? Wild. Only to make a Reprifal of m y Heart. Jac. 'Tis to wild, that the Lady who has it in her keeping, would be glad fhe were rid on't: it does fo flutter about the Cage. 'Tis a meer Bajazet; and if it be not let out the fooner, will beat out die Brains againft the Gates. Wild. I am afraid the Lady has not fed it, and 'tis wild for hunger. Jac. Or perhaps it wants Company; fhall fhe put another to it? Wild. I; but then 'twere beft to truft 'em out of the Cage together; let 'em hop about at liberty. Jac. But ifthey fhould lofe one another in the wide world ! Wild. They'll meet at night, I warrant 'em. Joe. But is not your Heart of the nature of thofe Birds, that breed in one Coun-trey, and go to winter in another? Wild. Suppofe it does fo; yet I take m y Mate along with me. And now to leave our Parable, and fpeak in the Language ofthe Vulgar, W h a t think you of a Voyage to merry England ? Jac Juftasyf/^'s Frog did, of leaping.into a deep Well in a drought: if he ventur'd the leap, there might be Water; but if there were no Water, h o w fhould he get out again ? Wild. Faith w e five in a good honeft Countrey, where w e are content with our old Vices,partly becaufe w e want wit to invent more new. A Colony of Spaniards or fpintual Italians planted among us, would make us much more racy. 'Tis true our variety is not much; but to fpeak nobly of our way of living, 'tis like that ofthe Sun, which nfcs and looks upon the fame things he fiwyefterday^and goes tubed again ' Jac. But I hear your W o m e n live moft bleffedly; ther's no focli thing as lealou-fie among the Husbands; if any M a n has Horns, he bears them as loftily as a Stag, and as inoffenfively. J Wild All this I hope, gives you no ill character of the Countrey Jac But what need w e go into another Climate; as our love was born here fo let it live and dye here, and be honeftly buried in its native CounTrey ' ° mil Well, I pray Heaven we both get «S& £, a* wo unagme; for ray part, The MocJ^AIlrologer. 291 part, I like your humour fo damnably well, that I fear I am in for a week longer than I propos'd; I a m half afraid your Spantfh Planer, and m y Englifh one have bsen acquainted, and have found out fome by-room or other in the 12. Houfes: I wifh they have been honourable. Jac. T h e beft way for both were to take up in time; yet I a m afraid our forces are engag'd fo far, that w e muft make a battel on't. W h a t think you of difobligihg one another from this day forward; and fhewing all 0111 ill humours at the firft; which Lovers ufe to keep as a referve till they are married ? Wild. Or let us encourage one another to a breach by the dangers of polfefTion : I have a Song ro that purpofe. Jac. Pray let m e hear it: I hope it will go to the tune of one of our Paffa cotes. SONG. Tou charm'd me not with that fair face , Though it was all Divine : To be another's is the Grace, That makes me wifh you mine. The God's and Fortune take their part Who like young Monarchs fight; And boldly dare invade that Heart Which is another's right. Firft mad with hope we undertake To pull up every Bar ; But once poffefs'd, we faintly make A dut defenftve War. Now every friend is turn'd a foe ' In hope to get our ft ore: And paffion makes us Cowards grow, Which made us brave before. Jac. Believe it, Cavalier, you are a dangerous perfon: do you hold forth your gifts in hopes to make m e love you lefs ? Wild. They would fignifie little, if w e were once married : thofe gaieties are all nipt, and froft-bittcn in the Marriage-bed y'faith. Jack I a m forry to hear 'tis fo cold a place: but 'tis all one to us,who do not mean to trouble it: the truth is, your humor pleafes m e exceedingly; how long it will do fo,I know not; but fo long as it does, I a m refolv'd to give m y felf the content of fee- Ufe vou For if I fhould once conftrain m y felf,I might fall in love in good earneft: but I have ftay'd too long with you, and would be loth to furfet yon at firft. Wild. Surfet mc, Madam, w h y you have buttantahz d m e all this while. Toe. W h a t would you have? . ,, Wild A Hand or Lip, or any thing that you can fpare; when you have conjur d up a Spirit he muft have fome employment^ he'll tear you a pieces. Tac Well, Here's m y Pifture; to help your contemplation in m y abfence. Wild You have already the Original of mine: but fome revenge you muft allow m e : Locket-of Diamond's, or fomeYuch a trifle, the next o-cltafiyorftarf-^ Toe Fy fy ; you do not think m e mercenary! yet n ow I think on t, 111 put you inm our SpaZifb Mode of Love: our Ladies here ufe to be the Banquiers of their *£? fibSSJ* £38'have made of me: I have fome ,00. ^"^SE^M^ to the Heart, and mine's with you Madam: Well W month will have more than one and thirty days in t. Enter Beatrix running. , , r ^.Madam.yonrFathercalUinhaftelbryoo^^^ Mask. Pay your Ranfom; you are myTt^wr. r ueore you declare Beat. W h a t do fight after the French fafluon , take lownsoeiot.) a W a r ? Mask. I |