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Show io6 The \T>lfappointment ; or 'Twas a rude Thought, that wou'd not be deny'd • Indeed no more : Pr'ythee to Bed, m y Dear. ' Erm. Alas! there is no Reft for m e without the ! Alph. O m y Heart's Comfort! yet a Minute Ion ' And I'll difcharge m y Soul of all its Load j ' 8er' C o m e trembling with m y ftrong Defires upon me T o thy expecting Arms, 'till thou confcfs I've made amends for all the Faults of Love. Erm. I will not doubt your Truth ! Farewel mv L Alph. Good-night, my Love : O may the fofteft A O f downy Slumbers rock thee to Repofe, Lull all thy Senfes faft : And may no Thought (To interrupt the Quiet of thy Bed) (In the loofe Revel of a Dream) prefent Thofe Images, that keep m e waking here. * Enter Lorenzo. Lor. Who's there? Alphonfo t Alph. Ha! w h o calls ? Lor. T h y Friend. Alph. Lorenzo I always welcome to m y Heart: But n o w thou com'ft, as if m y Fate defign'd My Bappinefs fhould all depend on thee. Lor. 'Tis late! m y Friend, h o w fares thy virtuous f Alph. Well, very well: Juft parted hence, and non Preparing for her Bed. Lor. T o Morrow w e fhall meet: I have an idle Thought to fatisfie, And then to Reft : Good night, Alphonfo. Alph. Friend, a m I to be a Stranger to that Thoug Lor. T h o u haft m y Soul: But n o w Erminia fhyij T h y foft defiring Wife expects thy coming: Bufie in Thought, and hafty for the Hour, She turns, and fighs, and wifhes; counts the Clock, And every Minute drags a heavy Pace, ' fill thou appear, the Champion of thy Bed, Arm'd at all Points, and eager for the Charge, That calls her to the Combat of thy Love. Alph. N o : Not to Night, Lorenzo. Lor. Not to Night! ! The Morn** *» W'0*' ' Alfb. N o , Friend: M y T h o ^ t s are Strangers to Rcpo e, 111 not to Bed. Lor. Alphonfo, have a care, f And Phyfick not thy Health to a Diiea.e If once the foul Infeaion of a Doubt {But mingle with the Current of thy Thoughts, The fubrle Poifon feizes on the Heart, 'orrupts the very Fountain of thy Peace, nd then the Minutes of the D a m n d are """«• Alph. Lorenzo ! no, I hope my Pate intends m e o nobler Purpo/es. Yet ' Lor. Wh^t? Alph. The Letter • lor. Well Alph. I muft be fatisfy'd of that! Lor. You may. Alph. By Heav'n, I will. •Lor. Time muft difcover it. Alph. O ! m3y I be that aatefol Thing, I fcorn! e common, ridden Cuckold of the T o w n » g'd to the Crowd on publick Theatres, |, balleted about the Streets in Rhime, hen for a wanton itching in m y Blood, gratifie a craving Appetite; nd let the juft Refentment of a Wrong •peft to- Morrow, for a cool Revenge. lor. I have a Sword, that wonnot be behind any Task of Honour, for m y Friend : mm and m e freely. Alph. 'Tis not come to that. t thus Lorenzo, I accept thy Love ! to my Wife, tell her fome DifcontentS ve fore'd me out to travel. Ur. How ! Alphonfo I Alpb. Obferve m e out, not that I doubt lirmmi*', t when my Abfence is by all believ'd ; nceal'd in private here, Ifoon fhall find ] vigorous Lover bolting at m y Wife j 1 may know to thank him for the Office It has a Face indeed : Erminia too i |