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Show 6 The FAIR PENITENT, Ah. O h ! cou'd I hope there was one;Thought of^i One kind Remembrance in Califiah Breaft, (tamo* T h e Wines, with all their Wings, would be too fl0w T o bear m e to her Feer. For oh! m y Father, Amid'ft the Stream of Joy that bears m e on, Bleft as 1 am, and honour'd in your Friendship, There is one Pain that hangs upon m y Heart. Set. What means m y Sonr* Alt, W h e n at your Jnterceflion, Laft Night Califta yielded to m y Happinefs, #Juft ere w e parted, as I feal'd m y Vows With Rapture on her Lips, i found her cold, As a dead Lover's Statue on her T o m b j A riling Storm of PalTion ftiook her Breaft, Her Eyes a piteous Show'r of Tears let fall, And then fhe figh'd, as if her Heart was breaking. With all the tendercft Eloquence of Love, I begg'd to be a Sharer in her Grief; But fhe, with Looks averte, and Ejes that froze me, . Sadh reply'd, her Sorrows were her own, Nor in a Father's Pow'r to difpofc of. Sci. Away! it is the'Cotenage of their Sex* One of the common Arts they praa fe on us; T o figh and weep, then when their Hearts beat high, With Expeaation of the coming Joy. Thou haft in Camps and fighting Fields been bred, U n k n o w n in the Subtleties of W o m e n 5 T h e Virgin Bride, who fwoons with deadly Fear, T o fee the End of all htr Wifhes near, T h e n blufhing from the light and publick Eyes, T o the kind Covert of the Night fhe flies, With equal P'ires to meet the Bridegroom moves, Melts in his Arms, and with a Loofe fhe loves. [E%f* Enter Lothario aud Roffano. Loth. T h e Father and the Husband! R'off. Let them pais, 'They law us not. Loth. J care not if they did, Ere long I delign to meet them Face to Face, And gaul'em with m y Triumph o'er Califta. The FAIR PENITENT. v vn/T lou lov'd here once. Jb I lik'd b*, wou'd have mirry d her, But that it pleas'd her Father to refufe me. To make this honourable Fool her Husband. For which, if I forgev h m, nuy the Shame 1 mean to brand him with, flick on mine. KolT. She, gentle Soul, was kinder than her Father. Loth. She was, and oft in private gave m e hearing, Till by long lift'ning to the foothing 1 ale, At length her eafy Heart was wholly m ne. Clenf* Rolf. 1 have heard you oft defcribe her, haughty, inio- And fierce with high Difdain; it moves m y Wonder, That Virtue thus defended, fhould be yielded A Prey to loofe Defires. Loth. Here then, I'll tell thee: Once in a lone and feeret Hour, of Night, When ev'ry Eye was elos'd, and the pale Moon And Stirs alone, fhone coniciousof M e Theft, Hot with the Tufcan Grape, and high in Blood, Happ'Iy 1 ftole unheeded into her Chamber. Kojf. That Minute fure was lucky. Loth. O h 'twas great! * I found the fond, b:lieving, love-lick Maid, Loofe, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of Wifhesj Fiercenefs and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour, Were charm'd to Reft, and Love alone was waking. Wirhin her riftug Bofom all was calm, As peaceful Seas that know no Storms, And only are gently lifted up and down by Tide*. I fnatch'd the glorious, golden Opportuniry, And with prevailing, youthful Ardour preft her5 rill with fhort Sigh*, and murmuring Keluaance, I he yielding fair one gave m e perfea Happinefs. Evn all the live-long Night we pafs'd in Blifi. In Ecftafics too fierce to laft for ever; * At length, the Morn and cold Indifference came; When fully fated with the lufcious Banquet, 1 nattily took leave, and left the N y m ph *^nv°nrWhVt Was Paft> *nd fi8h *1™** ™M* lou faw htr foon again t A 4 Loth |