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Show so The FAIR PENITENT. Luc'tl. What! fhall I fell m y Innocence and Youth, I For Wealth or Titles, to perfidious M a n! T o M a n ! who makes his M rth of our Undoing! The bafe, profeft Betrayer of her Sex : Lfct m e grow old in all m y Mi>fortunts elfe, Rather than know \he Sorrows of Calfla. Loth. Does fhe fend thee to chide in her behalf? 1 fwear thou doft it with fo good a Grace, That I could almoft love thee for thy Frowning. Luc'tl. Read there, m y Lord, there, in her own fad Lines, [Giving a Letur, Which beft can tell the Story of her Woes, Tfut Grief of Heart which your Unkindnefs gives her r [Lothario rtak, Your Cruelty-Ob dience to my Tathtr give myriad to Altamont. By Heav'n! 'tis well* ^ucri evfr oe tnc Gift?, With which I greet the M a n w n o m my Soul hates. [Aftit. I But to go oni JVjjL *~Heart- -Honour- too faithkjs - j Weaknefs tomorroiv laft Trouble--* loft CaiiiH W o m e n , I fee, can change, as well as M e n; She writes m e here, forfaken as I am, That I fhou'ld bind m y Brows with mournful Willow, For fhe has gven her Hand to Altamont: ^ I Yet let the fair Inconftant • Luc'L H o w , m y Lord ? Loth. Nay, no more angry Words; fay to Califta, Thehumbleft of her Slaves fhall wait her Pleafurc; ] f fhe can leave her happy Lover's Arms, I T o think upon fo loft a thing as 1 am. LuciK Alas! for Pity cone with gentler Looks; W o u n d not h*r Heart with this unmanly Triumph; And tho* you love her not, yet fwear you do, So fhall Diflfemblingxroce be virtuous in you. Loth. Hal w h o comes here? Lucil. T h e Bridegroom's Friend, Horatio. H e muft not fee us here; to-morrow early B e at the Garden Gate. , 1 The FAIR P E N I T E N T . i; Loth. Bear to my Love My kinileft Thought, and fwear 1 will not fail her. [Lothario Pntt}n% up the Letter haftily, drops tt as he go?s out. [Exeunt Lotnario and RofTano one my, Lucilla another. Enter Horatio. Hor. Sure 'tis the very Error of m y Eyes: Waking 1 dream, or I beheld Lothario j He feem'd conferring with Ca lift ah W o m a n $ At my Approach they ftarted, and retir'd. What Bufinefs cou'd he have here, and with her? 1 know hjc bears the noble Altamont Profeft and deadly Hate .What Paper's th:s ? u,i T r .L • r «, 1 , [T«ki»g t<P the Letter. Ha! lo Lothario .-.'sdeath' fJi/?^* \T«»,* m j r* c r 3 »/r- ^ *uc«"»- y**ujta& JName. [Open n? it. Contufion and Misfortune! rp * T°nl C?e'? **"' ie"Zth ****** me, and I have re. * filvJ, On, Morn^, t.yield a ferfeS O h U ncr t0 my £ tbn ard to j;vr my Hand to Altamont, i» A * , a 1 1 7 , Damnation to the reft J [R".dt againi tot oh! I far, rou'd I retrieve'em 1IU.U •,' "M my Pen, and *tmJn£TjlW* /c '* ** **»*• indM^t my Eyes. Luei lla £fJa Lft '" *hich ' *"* *a*fc to let ie /. »,„ 7"' , T f H ' *>« '» *«' ™ Vhhfrvn J y ' " /Ja" h' t b t W Trouble y,u),aU H«U i, the only 5itZTof f'rl ?* Su'l*ur •' ? h that the Ri£» wTre fc« . H ^ Cnmes- T>">u writ ev'n m a k / f k p I t h y o w n! £ Sigh, of Ah wSkte£fh"h CUrfe his A ^ And |