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Show 24 The FAIR PENITENT. Hor. N O W learn Humanity, [Offrs tofirike him, RofTano interpojts. Since Brutes and Boys are only taught with Blows. Loth. Damnation! [They draw Rojf. Hold, this £.oes no further hrre, Horatio^ 'tis too mu:h ; already fee, T h e Crowd arc gathering to us. Loth. O h Roffuno! ' Or give m c way, or thou'rt no more m y Friend. Rcff. Sciolto's Servants too have ta'en the Alarm ^ Youll be oppreft by Numbers: Be adv s'd, Or I muft force you hence; take't on m y Word, You fhall have Juftice done you on Horatio. Put up, m y Lord. Loth. This wo'not broke Delays Weft of the T o w n a Mile, among the Rockr, T w o Hours ere Noon to-morrow I expect thee^ T h ? (ingle Hand to mine. Hor. I'll meet thee there. Loth. T o morrow, oh m y better Stars! to-morrow Exert your Influence, fhinc ftrongiy for m e; ?Tis not a common Conqueft I wou'd gain, Since Love^ as well as Arm?, muft grace m y Triumph. [Exeunt Lothirio and RofTano. Hor. T w o Hours ere N o o n to-morrow! ha! ere that H e fees Ca!ifla! oh unthinking Fool What if I urg'd her with the Crime and Danger? If any Spark from Heav'n remain unquenchM Within her Breaft, m y Breath perhaps may wake it, Cou'd I but profper there, I wou'd not dojbt M y Combat with that loud vain gloncus Boafter. Were you, ye Fair, but qaunous w h o m ye truft, Did you but think how fcldom Fools were juft, So many of your Sex wou'd not in vain, O f broken Vows, and faithlefs Men, complain. O f all the various Wretches Love has made, H o w few has been by M e n of Senfe betray'd ? Convinced by Reafon, they your Pow'r confefs, Pleas'd to be happy, as you're pleas'd to blefs, And, confeious of your Worth, can ntver love you leu. ACT The FAIR PENITENT. 2? ACT III. 'SCENE L SCENE, an Apartment in Sciolto'/ Palace. V Enter Sciolto and Califta. Sci. \X OW by my Life, my Honour, 'tis too much* ^ £Uve I not mark'd thee wayward as thou art Pcrverfe and fullen all this Day or Joy ? When ev'ry Heart was chear'd; and Mirth went round, Sorrow, Difpleafure, and rep ning Anguifh, Sat on thy Brow; like fome malignant Planet, Foe to the Harveft, and the healthy Year, W h o fcouls adverfe, and lours upon the World 3 When ail the other Stars, with gentle A(pea, rropifous mine, and meaning Good to Man Cal. h then the Task of Duty half performed ? Has n0t y 0aught,r giy>n herfclf fQ ^ ^ ^ Yielded tne native Freedom of h'r Will loan imperious Husband's lordly Rule, ToIP2*la ,Father'5 ft*™ Command ? J<>. Doft thou complain? faf. For Pity xj0 not frown then, i. W«J u J a"d ™<^et into Ruin. ~% |