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Show ,g The RELAPSE;.or, Lov None at all: He's fallen into the hands'1 of a Roguifh Surgeon.who 1 perceive defigns tofnghten a litsfe Money out of him. But I faw his W o u n d tis no-thing: he may go to the Play to-nighty if he pleafe*. Wor. I a m glad you have cone&ed him without far-ther Mifchief. And now, Sir, if thefe Ladies have no farther Service for you, you'll oblige m e if you can go to the Place I fpoke to you of t'other day. Lov. With all m y Heart, [Afide.] T h o I cou'd wifh, methinks, to ftay and gaze a little longer on that Creature. Good Gods! How beautiful fhe is . But what have I to do with Beauty ? I have already had m y Portion, and muft not covet more. [To Wor.] Come, Sir, when you pleafe. Wor. Ladies, your Servant. Aman. Mr. Lovelefs, pray one W o r d with you befote you go. Lov. to Wor.] I'll overtake you, Sir. What wou'd m y Dear ? [Exie Wot, Aman. Only a Woman's foolifh Queftion, H o w do you like m y Coufln here ? > Lov. Jealous already, Amanda? Aman. Not at all, I ask you for another reafon. Lov. afide] Whate'er her Reafon be, I muft not tell her true. [Is Aman.] Why,, I confefs Die's handfome. But you muft not think I flight your Kinf-woman, if 1 o w n to you, of all the W o m e n who may claim that Character^ fhe is the laft: wou'd triumph, in my Heart. Aman. I'm fatisfy'd. Lov. N o w tell m e why you ask'd ? Aman. At Night I will. Adieu. Lov. I'm yours ; [kjjfing her.]. [Exit Lov. Aman. afide.] I'm glad • to find he does not like her; for I have a great mind to perfuade her to come and live with me; [To Ber.] N o w dear Berinthia, let me enquire a little into your Affairs : For I.do afTure you, I a m enough your Friend, to intereft m y felf in every thing that concerns you. Btu Virtue in Danger. j^ Ber. You formerly have given m e fuch Proofs on't, I fhou'd be very much to blame to doubt it ; I a m forry I have no Secrets to truft you with, that I might convince you how entire a Confidence I durft repofe in you. Aman. W h y is it pofllble, that one fo Young and Beautiful as you, fhou'd live and have no Secrets ? her. What Secrets do you mean ? Aman. Lovers. Ber. O Twenty ; but not one fecret one amongft 'em. Lovers in this Age have too much Honour to do any tlwng underhand ; they do all above-board. Aman. That now methinks wou'd make m e hate a Man. Ber. But the W o m e n of the T o w n are of another mind : For by this means a Lady may (with the expence of a few Coquet Glances) lead twenty Fools about in a String, for two or three Years together. Whereas, if fhe fhou'd allow 'em greater Favours, and oblige 'em to Secrecy, fhe wou'd not keep one of 'em a Fortnight. Aman. There's fomething indeed in that to fatisfy the Vanity of a W o m a n , but I can't comprehend how the Men find their Account in it. Ber. Their Entertainment, I muft confefs, is a Riddle to me. For there's very few of them ever get farther than a B o w and an Ogle. I have half a Score for m y fhare, who follow m e all over the T o w n ; and at the Play, the Park, and the Church, do (with their Eyes) fay the violent'ft things to m e - But I never hear any more of 'em. Aman. What can be the Reafon of that ? Ber. One Reafon is, They don't know how to go farther. They have had fo little Practice, they don't underftand the Trade. But befides their Ignorance, you muft know there is not one of m y half fcore Lovers but what follows half a fcore Miftreffes. N o w their Affections being divided amongft fo many, are not ftrong e-nough for any one to make 'em purfue her to the pur-pofe. Like a young Puppy in a Warren, they have a FJiut at all, and catch none*. Aman.. |