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Show - - cf/JC jfsignation: O r , - "-" ' 1 "". r fl,nf diprr is a Luc. Tell his Highnefs, it you pleafe, that « « « * " £ the worft Vizor of rv deform'd, that if it were difcover d it would prov Face within the Mafque, fo very deform'd, that if it were dilcojeru n - ^ d fce >d the two* and that, of all Men, he f^^^^^twlAhSbu becaufe then fomething would be found amifs m an tntertai made fo Splendid and Magmficient. Compliment * but Duke The Duke, I am fure, ^ * * g ^ £ £ h l will find in it fo much it would leave him more unfatisfy d man before .^ ^ ftra of Gallantry, as, being added to your other Graces, will m Temptation of knowing you. f .. f > vere a ma(Jnefs, Lu, 1 fhould ftill have the more reafon toretut, In. i , when I had charm'd him by my Motion and Converfe, to hazard Conqueft by m y Eyes. Duke afide. 1 am on Fire till 1 difcover her. At leaft, Madam, tell me of what Family you are. £r. Will you be fatisfy'd if I tell you I am ot the (olonne: you have feen Julia of that Houfe. Duke. Then vou are fhe. I we. Have I 'not her Stature moft exactly ? fo vain to praife my felf, (he's a little thicker in the Shoulders, and, befides, fhe moves Ungracefully. Duke. Then you are not again. -. . , , Luc. N o not the: But you have forgotten Emdia of the <>/,;,, w h o m the Duke fainted yefterday at her Balcony, when he enter d. Her Air and M o tion , r T 1 Duk. Are the very fame with yours. N o w I am fure I know you. Luc. But there's too little of her to make a Beauty : M y Stature is much more Advantageous. Duke.\on have cozen'd me again Luc. Well, I find at laft I muft confefs m y felf. W h a t think yon of Eugenia Beata * The Duke feem'd to be infinitely pleas'd laft Night, when m y Brother prefented me to him at the Belvedere. Duke. N o w I am certain you are fhe j for youhave both her Stature, and her Motion. Luc. But, if you remember your felf a little better, there's fome fmall difference in our W i t : For fhe has indeed the Air and Beauty of a Roman Lady, but all the Dulnefs of a Dutch-woman. Duke. I fee, Madam, you arc refolv'd to conceal your felf* and I am as fully refolv'd to know you. Luc See which of our Refolutions will take place, Duke. I come from the Duke, and can afliire you he is of an Humour to be obey'd. Luc. And I am of an humour not to obey him : But, W h y fhould he be fo courious ? Duke. If you would have m y Opinion, 1 believe he is in Love with you. Luc. Without feeing me? Duke. Without feeing all of you : Love is Love, let it wound us from what Part it pleafe* and if he have enough from your Shape and Converfation, his Bufinefs is done, the more Compendioufly, without the Face. Luc. But the Duke cannot be taken with m y Converfation, for he never heard me fpeak Duke afide. 'Slife, I fhall difcover m y felf. Yes, Madam, he ftood by, Ln-cognito, and heard me fpeak with you: but Luc I wifh he had trufted to his own Courtfhip, and fpoke himfelf* for it gives us a bad Imprcflion of a Prince's Wit when we fee Fools in favour about his Perfon. Duke. What ever I am, I have in Commiflion from him to tell vou He's in Love with you. Luc. The good old Gentleman may dote, if he fopleafes: but Love, and fifty rears Old, are ftark non-fenfe. 3 3 Duke. But fome Men, you know, arc green at fifty. Luc. Yes, in their Underftandings. D»k- ~ •-; - - -,-_*. ___ Love in a Nunnery. ^ 2 5 ^U\'J°r] fpcak with §reat Contemptof * Prince, who has fome Reputation in the World. r Luc N o * 'tis you that fpeak with Contempt of him, by faying he is in Love at fuch an Age. Duke. Then, Madam, 'tis neceffary you Ihould know him better for his Reputation : And, that fhall be, though he violate the Laws of Mafquerade and force you. * _ Fred. I fufpected thtf, from his violent Temper. [ Afide Sir, the Emperor's Ambaffador is here, in Mafquerade, and I believe this to be his Lady: It were well ifyou inquir'd of him, before you fore'd her to difcover Duke. Which is the Ambailador? Bed That farthermoft. [Duke retires farther. Fred, to Luc. Take your Opportunity to efcape, while his Back is turn'd, or you are ruin'd. Afcanio, wait on her. Luc. I a m fo frighted, I cannot ftay to thank you. [ Exeunt Luc. Afca. and Hippolita. Duke to Fred. 'Tis a miftake* the Ambaffador knows nothing of her: I'm refolv'd I'll know it of her felf, e're fhe fhall depart. Ha! Where is fhe? Heft her here. Fred, afide. Out of your reach, Father mine, I hope. Duke. She has either fhifted Places, or elfe fliptout of the Affembly. Fred. I have look'd round : She muft be gone, Sir. Duke. She muft not be gone, Sir * Search for her every where: I will have her. Fred. Has fhe offended your Highnefs? Duke. Peace, with your impertinent Queftions. Come hither, Valerio. Valerio. Sir ? Duke. O, Valerio, I am defperately in Love: That Lady, with whom you faw me talking, has But I lofe time* fhe's gone* hafte after her* xfind her* bring her back to me. Val. If it be poffible. Duke. It muft be poffible * the Quiet of m y Life depends upon it. Val. Which way took fhe? Duke. G o any way, every way * ask no Queftions: I know no more, but that fhe muft, muft be had. [ Exit Valerio. Fred. Sir, the Aflembly will obferve that • Duke. D a m n the Affembly, 'tis a dull infignificant Crowd, now fhe is not here* break it up, 111 ftay no longer Fred. Afide. I hope fhe's fafe, and then this fantaftick Love of m y Father's will make us Sport to morrow. [_ Exeunt, SCENE III. Lucretia, Afcanio, Hippolita, Luc Now, that we are fafe at the Gate of our Covent, methinks the Adven fure was not unpleafant. Hip. And now that I am out of danger. Brother, I may tell you what a Novice you are in Love, to tempt a young Sifter into the wide World, and not to fhow her the difference betwixt that and her Cloyfter: I find I may venture fafely with you another time. Afca. O, Sifter, you play the Brazen-head with me* you give me Warning when Time's [*ft: But that was no fit Opportunity * I hate to fnatch a morlel of Love, and fo away: Iam for a fet-Meal, where I may enjoy a full Guft* but when I once fall on, you fhall find me a brave M a n upon Occafion. Luc 'Tis time we were in our Cells. Quick, Hippolita, where'stheKey? Hip. Here, in m y pocket No, 'tis in m y other Pocket: Ha- 'tis not there, neither. I am fure I put it in one of them. Luc. W h a t fhould we do, if it fhould be loft now? Hip. I have fearch'd m y felf all over, and cannot find it. Afca A W o m a n can never fearch her felf all over * let m e fearch you Sifter. Luc'. Is this a time for Raillery ? Oh, fweet Heaven! fpeak Comfort quickly * Have yon found it? „ lHere Afcanio _%away. Exit. Hip. Speak you Comfort, Madam, and tell me you have if, tor 1 am too fure that I have none on't. , i-,flC t |