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Show *<H The T^iJappointment; or, wheeze, and give m e an Advantage of creeping to tf Pocket. Lor. But thy Family, Rogero. Rog. Ay, m y Daughter here: W h y y'are in the rip on't again ; well, I confefs I fhould be glad ray Angi were provided for j But I can neither Pimp, Flatter Lye for a Portion for her, Lor. N o r (halt thou need it : Here, Rogero, cherifh T h y Daughter's virtuous Thoughts, nor let her Wants Betray her to Difhonour. Reg. M y Lord : Y o u fhould be Honeft. But the Hon fly of this Purfe is no better than it fhould be! Why,fo many reverend Matrons has this corrupted into Bawd 'Tis as fure a Damnation to a Maiden-head, as Fifteen, ^ and a good Face : But Tempter, I defie thee; and tho1 is reafonable 1 fhould be a Rogue for this; I'd have i to k n o w I fcorn the Office. Lor. Away, away, do not fufprcf, m y Friendfhip ; O n all Gccafions ufe me, as thy Purfe ; That fhall be open to thee, depend upon me, And leave thy Daughter's Fortune to m y Care. Rog. Angelline! doft hear that Child ! Th' art madef ever. Lor. Rogero ! that Alberto, w h o m you fpokeof, Runs in m y Thoughts : doft hear m e j watch him do Obferve him well; His Favour with the Duke, PafTes thofe Actions currant to the World, Which in another M a n were foul and monftrous; Therefore beware of him ! no more ; farewel. Rog. M y Lord ! Your Servant -, But as I was fayi he has the Chriftian Liberty of theCommoR to ramble as m u c h as he pleafes, and welcome : But if he be tori ping into Inclofures, if he come topafture in my Grow at his Peril, at his Peril, by Jupiter ; That's all, that's your Servant, m y Lord, your Servant. 3 ' [Exit cum Angel Lor. She's gone, and all m y Thoughts are up in Ar Like wanton Citizens in Luxury, Thronging in factious Parties, to their Caufe, Refolv'd and headlong for their Liberties, The M o r H E R in Fajhion. to5 ,fnre they know a Danger : I am not f ha foft Temper, that the Efe of Beauty 1 melt m e from the Image of a Man, Dt0 the fondnefs of a Woman's Fool: et if I'm fated to a Marriage Lite, y Happinefs were pure in Angelline ; | w h o m the infancy of Innocence • blufhing Virtue triumphs o'er again. t then the World ! W h y let the babbling World eport it as they pleafe. Let Intereft wed he drudgery of a vexatious Bed ; ys without Peace, and Nights without Defire, ill toil, and fweat away their Youth for Hire. hilft, fafe in Innocence and Truth, I tafte he Sweets of Love, frefh running to the Iait. [txtt. A C T III. S C E N E I. Enter Alphonfo. h. J"p IS late, and I alone: Th'hard travell'd Sun A N o w wantons in the Bofom of the Sea, hilft amorous Clouds fteal nearer to the Earth, d melt themfelves away upon the Flow'rs : le Beafts in Companies to Coverts run; ind all the feather'd Kind, upon the wing, ir to the Groves, and dream the Night away.' B;ter Erminia. Irm. Then, w h y art thou the loyterer of Love ? hy, when Erminia's Arms are open'd wide, peeling to embrace thee to thy Reft j ' f then does m y Alphonfo chufe to wander melancholy Maze of Darknefs here ? dlph. 0 thou too juftly doft prefent m y Crime! wu I am to blame, to call thee forth 0 the rawnefs of a Midnight Air, this dark Hour ; But, O ! forbear to think was from nay Choice, that I have ftaid thus loag ; F S 'Twas |
