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Show '22 The London Merchant: Or, Mill. M y Friend, your Arm. ( To Lucy ) N o w I am gone for ever. Barn. One thing mere fure there's no Danger in m y knowing where you go ? If you think other-wife - MW, Alas I ( Weeting. Luc?. W e are right, I find, that's m y Cue. ( Jfide. ) Ah ! dear Sir, fhe's gone, fhe knows not whether ; "but go fhe muft. Barn. Humanity obliges me to wifh you well; why will you thus expofe yaurfelf to net dlefs Troubles ? Lucy. Nay, th re's no help for it : She muft quit the T o w n immediately; and the Kingdom as foon as poffible . it is no fmali Matter, you may be fure, that could make' her refolve to leave you. Mill. N o more, m y Friend ; fince he, for whofe dear fake alone I fnffer, and am content to fuffer, is kind, and pities me. Whene'er 1 wander thro' Wiles and Defarts benighted and forlorn, that Thought fhall give me Cora-fprt. Barn. For m y fake! O tell m e how ; which way am Ifo curs'd, as to bring fuch Ruin on thee ? Mill. N o matter, I a m contended with m y Lot. - Barn. Leave m e not in thjslncertainty. Mill. I have faid to much. Barn. H o w , how a m I the Caufe of your Undoing? Miil. T o know it will but increafe your Troubles. Barn. M y Troubles can't be greater then they are. Lucy. Well, well, Sir, if fhe won't fatisfy you, I will. Barn. I am bound to you beyond Expreffion. Mill. Remember, Sir, that I defired you «iot to hear it. Barn. Begin, and eafe m y racking Expectation. Lucy. W h y , you muft know, m y Lady here was an only Child ; but her Parents dying while fhe was young, left her and her Fortune (no considerable ©ne I affure you) to the Care of a Gentleman, w h o has a goodEftate of his own. M/A The Hiflory of George Barnwell. *3 ^y ay, the barbarous M a n is rich em what are Riches when compar'd to L°ve ? Mill <W, ay, the barbarous M a n is rich enough 1 but U v c £ F ' For a while he performed the Office of a faithful G m % l fettled her in a Houfe, hir'd her Semnt*;, _ _ - ! but you have feen in what manner fhe liv d, to I need fay no more of that. Wit. H o w I lhall live hereafter, Heaven knows. Lucy M\ things went on as one could wifh, till, ioma time ago, his Wife dying, he fell violently in Love with his Charge, and would fain have marry'd her : N o w the Man is neither old nor ugly, but a good perfonaWe Sort of a M a n ; but I don't know how it was, file cou'd never endure him. In fhort, her ill Ufage fo provok'd him, that he brought in an Account of his Executorfh p, wherein he makes her Debtor to him.- • M/7/. \ Trifle in itfelf, but more than enough to ruin me, whom by his unjuft Account, he ha«d ftripped of all before. Lucy. N o w fhe having neither Money nor Friend, except me, who am as unfortunate as herfelf, he compelled her to pafs his Account, and give a Bond for the Sum he demanded; but ftill provided handfomely lor her, and continued his Courtfnip, till being informed by his Spies, ( truly I fufpecled fome in her own Family ) that you were entertained at her Houfe, and ftay'd with her all Night, he came this Morning raving and ftorming like a Madman, tal*s no more of Carriage ; fo there's no hopes of making up Matters that way, but vows her rum, unlefs fhe'il allow him the fame Favour that he luppofes fhe granted you. thwT A MUft ^ ^ rUind> °r find her refuge in al°" han1ilvrn,CfVeume but an Hour ^ refolve in that's oaf kll° b,?Tfcd t0 a11 the R[Z™" of ^ vari- Cold „ X 5 M Summer s P^hing Heat, and Winter's S b i e K *rV the- tinhof- Fear an7ni ' " M 5 e ^ and Want' tended with Woud'fl£ ge^ and Purf»'d ^ Malice and Revenge: nS^tore aU t h i s f°r ™ > a n d c a n * fcn«h£g, notning to prevent it, & B 4 Lucy. • • |