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Show 14 The FAIR PENITENT. Lav. Falfe ones, m y Lord ? Hor. Fatally fair they arf, «*nd in their Smiles, The Graces, little Loves, and young Di fires inhabit; But all thst gaxe upon 'em are undone; For they arc* falfe, luxurious in their Appetites, And all the Heav'n they hope for, is Variety: One Lever to another ftili fucceeds, Another, and another after tha% And the laft Fool is welcome as the former: Till having lov'd h;s Hour out, he gives place. And mingles with the Mfrd that goes before him. Lav. Can there be fuch? And have they Peace of Have they, in ail their Series of their changing (Mind? One hippy Hour? If W o m e n are fuch Things, H o w was I form'd fo d frerent from m y Six ? M y little Heart is fatisfy'd with you,^ You take up all the R o o m j as in a Cottage Whieh fome benighted princely Stranger, Where the zood Man, proud of his Hofpit.dity, Yields all his homely Dwelling to his Gueft, And hardly keeps a Corner for himfelf. Hor. O h 1,were they all like thee, M e n would adore And all the Bus'nefs of the:r Live* be loving; ('em, The nuptial Band fhou'd be the Pledge of Pi-ace, And all dor*eftick Cares and Quarrels ceafe; i he Wortd fhou'd learn to love by virtuous Rules, And Marriage be no more the.Jell of Fools. [Exeunt. A C T II. S C E N E I. i SCENE, a Hall. Enter Califta and Lucilla. C4. T> E dumb for ever, ftient a*the Grave, *-* Nor let thy fond officious Love difturb M y fotcmn Sadnefs, with the Sound of Joy. If thau w.lt footh Fne, t.ll m e fome dafmai Tale Of The FAIR PENITENT. 15 Of pining D fcontcnt, and black Defpair *, For oh! I've gone around through all m y Thoughts, But all are indignation, L^ve, or Shame, Andyy dear Peace of Mind is loft for ever. Luc. Why do you follow ftill that wand'ring Fire, That has mifled your weary Steps, and leaves you fcVnighted in a Wilderr.cfs cf W o e? That falfe Lothario! Turn from the Deceiver; Turn and behold where gentle Altumont^ Kind as the fofteft Virgin of our Sex, And faithful as the fimple Village Swain, That never knew the courtly Vice of Changing, Sighs at your Feet, and wooes you to be happy. Cal. Away, I think not of him. M y fad Soul Has form'd a difmal melancholy Scene, Such a Retreat as I w c u d w'Jh to find; An unfrequented Vale, o'er grown with Trees ^ Moffy and old, within whofe lonefome Shade, Ravens and Birds ill-omen'd, only dwell 5 N o Sound ro break the Silence, but a Brook That bubbling winds among the Weeds; no Mark Of any Human Shape that had been there, Unlefs a Skeleton of fome poor Wretch, Who had long fince, l:ke me, by Love undone, Sought that fad Place out, to defpair and die in. Luc AUi for Pity ! Cat. There I fain wou'd hide m e IZlt^n W°^' \°? m**> >nd *°m Shame; tor .wtnefolemnCounfelofmy Soul Never to live with publick LofiTof Honour: ? fwir L fhe that tflls mY Story, Luc. CnVulZ'^ ,n&PPortable! My • |