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Show llo TheRELAPSE; or, Hymen. $• , Some colour 6f Reafon thy Counfel might bear, Cou'd a Man have no more than his Wife to his [hare: Or were 1 a Monarch fo cruelly juft, fo oblige 'a poor Wife to be true to her Trufi; But I have not pretended, for many Years paft, £y marrying of People, to make "em grow chafle. 6. J therefore advife thee to let me go on, Thou'ltfind Vm the Strength and Support of thy Throne; For had*ft thou but Eyes, thou wouldfi quickly perceive itt How fmoothly the Dart Slips into the Heart Of a Woman that's wed, Whild the fJjivering Maid Stands trembling, and wifhing, but dare not receive it. Chorus. For Change, Sec. The Mask ended, enter Y.Fafhion, Coupler, andBuW, Sir Tun. So, very fine, very fine, Ffaith, this is fomething like a Wedding ; now if Supper were but ready, I'd fay a fhort Grace ; and if I had fuch a Bedfellow as Hoyden to-night I'd fay as fhort Prayers. Seeing T. Faflu H o w n o w • what have we got here? a Ghoft? Nay, it muft be fo, for his Flefhand Blood cou'd never have dar'd to appear before me. [To him.] Ah Rogue' L. F. Stap m y Vitals, Tam again ? Sir Tun. M y Lord, will you cut his Throat? Or fhall I ?' L. F. Leave him to m e , Sir, if you pleafe, Prithee, Tam, be fo ingenuous now, as to tell m e what thy Bufinefs is here ? T. F. 'Tis with your Bride. L. F. Thau art the impudent'ft Fellow that Nature has yet fpawn'd into the Warld, ftrike m e fpeechlefs. 2". F. W h y you know m y Modefty wou'd have ftarv'd m e ; I fent it a begging to you, and you wou'd not give it a Groat. l< pull Virtue in Danger. 111 L. F. And doft than exped by anexcefs of AfTurance to extart a Maintenance fram m e ? 'durance, r. F. taking Mifs by the Hand.] I do intend m tort your Miftrefs from you, and that I hope will prove I. F. I ever thaught Newgate or Bedlam wou'd be his Fartune, and naw his Fate's decided. Prithee Love left, doft know of ever a Mad-Do&or hard by? Y. F. There's one at your Elbow will cure Vou prefently. * * To Bull. Prithee, Doctor, take him in hand quickly I. F. Shall I beg the Favour of you, Sir, to pu your Fingers out of m y Wife's Hand ? Y r. F. His Wife ! Look you there j n o w I hope you are all fatisfy'd he's mad. L, F. N a w is it not palTible far m e to penetrate what Species of Fally it is thou art driving at. Sir Tun. Here, here, here, let m e beat out his Brains and that will decide all. L. F. No, pray, Sir, hold, we'll deftray him prefently according to Law. Y. F. to Bull.] Nay, then advance, Doctor; come you are a M a n of Confcience, anfwer boldly to the Queftions I fhall ask : Did not you marry m e to this young Lady, before ever that Gentleman there faw her Face? Bull. Since the Truth muft out, I did. Y. F. Nurfe, fweet Nurfe, were not you a Witnefs to it ? Nurfe. Since m y Confcience bids m e <p^v j was. r. F. to Mifs.] Madam, a m not I your lawful Huf-band? Mifs. Truly I can't tell, but you married m e firft. Y. F. N o w I hope you are all fatisfied ? Sir Tun. offering to ftrike him, is held by Lov. and W o r. Oons and Thunder, you lye. i. F. Pray, Sir, be calm, the Battle is in difarder out requires more Canduft than Courage to rally our forces. Pray, Daftar, o a e w o r d with you. ; To |
