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Show • A 2lo E * 0 P. Dor. What ravifh'd ? Euph. No, ten times worfe ! Ten times worfe! Unlace me, or I fhall fwoon. Dor. Unlace you ? W h y you are not thereabouts, I hope ? Euph. N o , no ; worfe ftill; worfe than all that. Dor. Nay, then it's bad indeed. C^o r * un^aces her. There *. H o w d'ye do n o w ? Euph. So; it's going over. Dor. Courage, pluck up your Spirits: Well; now what's the matter ? Euph. The matter ! Thou fha't hear. Know that - that Cheat Efop Dor. Like enough; fpeak; W h a t has he done ? That ugly ill-boding Cyclops. Euph. W h y inftead of keeping his Promife, and fpeaking for Oronces ; he has not faid one word, but what has been for himfelf. And by m y Father's Order, before to-morrow N o o n he's to marry m e. Dor. H e marry you ! -• Euph. A m I in the wrong to be in this defpair ? Tell me, Doris, if I a m to blame ? Dor. T o blame! N o , by m y troth. That ugly, old, treacherous piece of Vermin: That melancholy Mixture of Impotence and Defire : does his Mouth ftand to a young Partridge: Ah the old Goat. And your Father ! He downright doats at laft then. Euph. Ah, Doris', what a Husband does he give me? And what a Lover does he rob m e of ? Thou know'ft 'em both ; think of Oronces, and think of Efop. Dor. Spittingf] A foul Monfter. And yet now I think on't, I'm almoft as angry at t'other too : Methinks he makes but a flow Voyage on't for a Man in Love : 'tis n o w above two Months fince he went to Lesbos, to pack up the old Bones of his dead Father j fure he might have made a little more hafte. Enter Oronces. Euph. O h ! m y Heart; what do I fee? Dor. Talk of the Devil, and he's at your Elbow. Cr< ESOP.^~ 2?I Or. My dear Soul. * Euph-Whyw^^ Miftrefs again ? We have had wJT^^VZ int0 the bargain Storms and Tempefts, Sea-Monft£ and the Devil and ail. She ftruggled as long as fhe cotfd' but a W o m a n can do no more than fhe can do : when her Breath was gone, down fhe funk. Or. What's the meaning of all this ? Dor. There's meaning and mumping too: Your Miftrefs is married ; that's all. Or. Death and Furies - Euph. clinging about him.] Don't you frighten him too much neither, Doris. b No, my Dear, I'm not yet executed, tho I'm con-demn'd. Or. Condemn'd ? To what ? Speak ! Quick! Dor. To be married. Or. Married ? When ? How ? Where ? To what ? To whom? Dor. Efop, Efop, Efop, Efop, Efop. Or. Fiends and Spectres ! W h a t ! That piece of Deformity ! That Monfter! That Crump ! Dor. The fame, Sir, the fame. I find he knows him. You might have come home fooner. Or. Dear Euphronia, eafe m e from m y pain. Swear that you neither have, nor will confent. I know this comes from your ambitious Father; But you're too generous, too true to leave m e : Millions of Kingdoms ne'er wou'd fhake m y Faith, And I believe your Conftancy as firm. Euph. You do m e Juftice, you fhall find you do : For Racks and Tortures, Crowns, and Scepters join'd, fhall neither fright m e from m y Truth, nor tempt m e to be falfe. O n this you may depend. Dor. Wou'd to the Lord you wou'd find fome other place to make your fine Speeches in. Don't you know that |
