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Show *>o The 'Difafppointment; or. And ever as fhe did r«epeat your Name, Such Floods of Sorrow burft from her bright Eyes, I cou'd not keep m y Manhood, but wept too. Alph. If thou wert mov'd, m y Friend! ohwhatrn Have been - had I been prefcnt at the View ? Such Tendernefs muft have difarm'd m y Soul, And thrown m e for Forgivenefs at her Feet: But 'tis not yet too late. Lor Then you will fee her ? Alph. Thy mournful Story has fubdu'd m y Heart, And I have not a Thought that does oppofe me. Witnefs it Heav's ! and Earth! and thou m y Friend, 1 combated this PafTion of m y Love, Stood this high Teft of Honour to m y Pow'r, But a m o'ercome : 1 am, 1 a m a Man, And can no longer bear it. O Lorenzo ! My panting Heart beats to Erminix's Breaft, Struggles and heaves, and fain would be at Reft j "Weary'd with Fears, and Jealoufies, wou'd come, Thoughtlefs and free, to tafte Content at Home j Firmly refolving never to remove From fuch a Friend, nor my ErminU'* I«v#. [£ A C T II. S C E N E I. Enter Alphonfo. Alph. T Parted with Lorenzo, on my Promife 1 To fee m y Wife, and yet I loyter here In a perplexing Maze of crowding Doubts: I'll think no more on't: H a - Alberto here!-» Enter Alberto. Alb. Alphonfo i I have met you luckily. I came to find you out. Alph. I a m glad, m y Lord; Your Trouble's at an end, and I a m fouad. [Aftde: The M o T H E R in Fa/hion. y * 0. Our Mafter, the great Duke » M Sir, what of him? Alb. Has fent m e to you. Ahh O he honours me f W h of late, beyond a Subjed's Thanks hat will this come to ? 0. Hearing that you have left the Court Alph. For that, here's a Neceffity calls every Man o his o w n Concernsj and Bufinefs, Sir, fpipht of Fortune, will ufurp fometime?. lb 'Twas fomerhing fure of moment, unexpected, Bud'caufe that hafte, at which the Court admires. Alph. Why, Sir, admire? is it a Miracle i find a Courtier honeft, at his Houfe ith his o w n Wife/ 'tis hardly Treafon this, or would I have it an Offence to any. /lb. O ! none at all: but yet the Duke, that knows fons of your Efteem and Quality it the full blaze of Honour in his Court, uld have you always near him: therefore, Sir, night he makes a publick Entertainment, here you and your fair Lady are his Guefts. Alph. Sits the Wind there! [Aftde: over-honours me, and I fhall think felf too poor and thmkkfs a Return this high Grace: Pray let his Highneis know, Sword and Fortune wait upon his Will* 11 am ill at meafures, and muft beg be excus'd. Mb, Your Lady dances well. Alph. Y'are in the right, m y Lord: fhe does indeed j * Sings well too: if I may be a Judge, ho am ber Husband, exquifitely wefl j t who would think it ? Alb. What? Alph. Nay you, m y Lotd, eout at Miracles; and this indeed quires a Husband's Faith: Yet you fhall hear it; Wife (how prompted fhe can only teiJt) Tho |