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Show Lucretia. M. L,,cn,;a! Kow the Myftery is unfolded. D«ke- D o you know her > f fte is near Kinfwoman to %t. rt^*S5Sar*fte hasaffronted me thus groftv; but yet 1 cannot help * 1 ™ " adv"ntageto be your Son's Rival. S ; i 'But, Sir. you c o ™ on too much diladvan g ^ rf ^ ^PfiSfoW^*' Governour ^ M™is wlthout* to wait on you. Duke. Defire him to come in. £»rfr 1)0// Mario. . , Jfc I am come, Sir, to (^Favour d M | M - d t,s on the be- A^^SatfflSE and <««> "* toP"°n of mv two Neeces, who are to be placd in PenGon there. jTcokh To preferve them, they- muft be perpetually Hous d 111 bear you Company to the Monaftery. Come V*m j this opportunity is happy beyond our expectation. SCENE II. Camillo, Aurelian. Com. He has fmarted fuffidently for this Offence, prithee, dear Aurelian, forgive him: He waits without, and appears penitent 3 I'll be refponfible for his future carriage. Aur. For your fake, then, I receive him into Grace. Cam. at the door. Benito, you may appear, your Peace is made. Enter Benito. Aur. But, it muft be upon Conditions. Ben. Any Conditions that are reafonable 3 for, as I am a Wit, Sir, I have not eaten • Aur. You are in the Path of Perdition already 5 that's the Principal of our Conditions, you are to be a Wit no more. Ben. Pray, Sir, if it be poffible, let me be a little W i t ftill. Aur. No, Sir: You can make a Leg, and Dance ^ thofe are no Talents of a W7it: You are cut out for a brisk Fool, and can be no other. Ben. Pray, Sir, let me think I am a Wit, or m y Heart will break. Cam. That you will naturally do, as you are a Fool. Aur. Then, no farther medling with Adventurers, or Contrivances of your own t they are all belonging to the Territories of Wit, from whence you are banifh'd. Ben. But what if m y Imagination fhould really furnifh me with fome • Aur. Not a Plot, I hope ? Ben. No, Sir, no Plot, but fome Expedient then, to mollifie the Word, when your Invention has fail'd you. Aur. Think it a Temptation of the Devil 5 and believe it not. Ben Love in a Nunnery. U9 Ben. Then farewel all the Happinefs of m y Life Lham. You know vour doom RL.-« J y 'her y o„ wi„ n m o o S WkSEating " * y ° " ™* take>™*<*».wBe. ^^£)&£&iL& *«*"*£«** -d tllc ra-aflured by Beatrix, this Morning r l a t t e r r w n M r n Advent,urcs; & ' 1 -aa ci: Then 7^' °Z V;^th^fern^nfe "« '° * «* '"> P«" «-"w. ijien I am miferable. ven1b„And y°U lMVe defc"'d the «&* H. Ill it is paft tinae to ftudy for pre Y&J&ZSfiZ&S?*-* «~P«**\<* fe them. SCENE III. 4 a*/>/*/. *i££ W%^ Beatrix, -Camilfo. ^ * ^ t ^ ^ •£^^^ ft^ She's one by our Entertainments, tfaddi^ ^'ffiTur ^le f" "* T » we muft attribute this Favour of?™,?7p~r S *} Pleafures, and therefore A*. You h a v e t i t K j*"*"- felf among a Qu.re of Angels 3 ^ e ^ ^ l ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ Soph Their Beauty, Sir, is wholly Dedicated to Heaven and is no wzv ,ml • o'er of th^1^011' Whkh fr°m *« M^«&^.WlSS? G w . I am impatient, and can bear no longer, Let what will happen ftrt^W&r" ^^^ »"**• Holy Pla^f and in rern^ny.1 d° "0t ^ ^^ bdn§ here : ! mufl cut {hort the Ce"? ^ifc" Soph, to Lau. and Violet ] Come, Fair Coufins, we hope to makethtfciS World t^' ^ * W '* a" inducen,ent t0 > °U t0 ** **£* Jeiftre?'' ^ ^"'^ ] TakC that and rCad [t at >r°ur I °™*i a N^ ** Cam. A Ticket, as I live, Aurelian. Aur, Steal off, and be Thankful: If that be m y Beatrix with Laura, fhe's moft unfoundedly ugly. If ever we had come to Love-work, and a Candle hid been brought us, I had fall'n back from that Face, like a Buck Rabbet in C°w"gn, i, ± • e r, L^W Camillo W Aurelian. Hi hneff erS' timC °U r Devotion ca,,s us' Al1 Happinefs to your Luc to Hip. ] Little thinks my venerable old Love there, that his Miftrifs in Mafquerade is fo near him. Now do I e'en long to abufe that Fop-Gravitv again r y Hip. Methinks he looks on us. Luc Farewel, poor Love:, 1 am fhe, Iam, for all m y demure Looks, that treated thee fo inhumanely laft night. [She is going of after Sophronia. Duke following her.] Stay, Lady, I would fpeak with you. Lnc. A h ! ( fcreaking.) Soph. H o w now, Daughter, What's the meaning of that undecent ncife you make ? J Luc. afide.] If I fpeak to him, he will difcover m y Voice, and then I .i;n ruin'd. Du{c. If your name be Lucretia, I have fome bufinefs of Concernment with >"<>»•• Z z z 2 j. |