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Show m 24 The London Merchant: Or, Lucy. 'Tis really a Pity there can be no wav found put. »Vll • Burn. O where are all m y Refolution now f Like early Vapours, or the Morning Dew, chas'd by the Sun's warm Beams they're vanifh'd and loft, as tho* they had never been. , ; Lucy. N o w I advis'd her, Sir, to comply with the Gentleman, that would not only put an end to her Troubles, but make her Fortune at once. Barn. Tormenting Friend away - - - 1 had rather perifh, nay, fee her perifh, than have her faved by him; I will myfelf prevent her Ruin, tho' with m y own. A Moment's Patience. I'll return immediately. [ Exit. Barnwell. Lvey. T w a s well you come, or by what lean perceive, you fead loft him. Mill. That, I muft confefs, was a Danger I did not forfee ; I was only afraid he fhould have come without Money. You know a Houfe of Entertainment, like mine, is not kept without Expence. Lucy. That's very true ; but then you fhould be rea-fonable in \our Demands ; 'tis a Pity to difcourage a young Man. Mill. Leave that to me. Re-ent.r Barnwell, With a Bag cf Money. Barn. What am I about to do ? Now you who boait your Reason all fuflicicnt, fuppofe yourfelves in my Condition, and determine for me; whether it's right to let her fuiferfor m y Faults, or by this fmall Addition to m y Guilt, prevent the ill Effects of wliat is paft. Lucy. Thefe young Sinners think every thing in the Ways of Wickednefs fo ft range, but I could tell him that this is nothing but what's very common ; for one VTice as Laterally begets another, as a Father a Son : But he'il find out that himfelf, if he lives long e. nough. Bam. Here take this, and with it purchafe your Deli-valance; return to your Houfe, and live in Peace and Safety. Mill. So I may hope to fee you there again. --•-• Barn. Anfwer me not t| but fly ^: in the Agonies of m y Remorfe, I take again whatu J not The ttftory of George Barnwell 2? t mine to give, and abandon thee to Want and ifery. ,,, Mill. Say but you 11 come. nm You are my Fate, m y Heaven, or m y Hell ; Tleave me now, difpofe of m e hereafter as you pleafe. m> [ Exeunt Millwood and Lucy. What have I done?- Were my Resolutions unded on Reafon, and fincerely made Why then as Heaven fuffer'd me to tail ? I fought not the Occa-fion ; and if my Heart deceives me not, Companion and Generofity were my Motives. Is Virtue incon-fiftent with itfelf, or are Vice and Virtue only empty Karnes ? Or do thev depend on Accidents, beyond our Power to produce, or to prevent, wherein w have no Part, and yet muft be determined by the Event? But why Ihouldl attempt to reafon ? All is Con-lufion, Horror and Remorfe -I find I am loft, caft down from all m y late erecled Hopes, and plunged again in Guilt, yet fcarce know how or why. Such untiflinguif}) d Ihrrors make my Brain Like Hell, the Seat of Darknefs, and cf Pain [ Exit. The End of the Second / °L A C T III. S C E N E I A Room in Thorowgood's Houfe. Enter Thorowgood and Trueman. Thorowgood. M SKf'M^K n,ot have you on'y!earn the Me-m.„ i °LM e r c ^ n d l z e > and Plaice it hereaf'er ZZ I % a f M " n r f gating Wealth 'twill be we worth m-*« u «-»c ruarure o\ I hings : how it nro-raites Humanity, as it has orWri ™ ^ I P "itercourfe between v ^ f Pc d >'et k e ePs "P an oune oetwetn Nations, far remote from one an-ether |