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Show • ,.«4y WMNfft* m 1 m Wn Iix The Wifappointment; or, I y^ M O T H E R in Fajhion. U3 So brisk! have at vou. Sir. . % ? c<> ^. Ha! I^'TW lucky that this BuGnef, pt, |» **£«££* ^„ "toe we parted. not up to cutting Throats. l\^ , jj Y «n Lor. My Lord! you are the Mailer of your Though They can inform you beft. Alb. O f what, Lorenzo ? Lor. Whether you do deferve that Fate, or no? Alb. Y o u dare not think I do. Lor. Y o u k n o w I dare I All honeft things: But you, m y Lord! are touch'd. Alb. You are indifpos'd, I'll k Lor. Farewell.- leave you, Sir. It muft be fo, elfe w h y alone? W h y here Alone? And at this Midnight Hour? When none But defperate Wretches wandring to their Fates Venture abroad, tincall'd. But then Erminia! D a m n her, fhe fins beyond a Curfe! and Hell, All Hell muft do her Juftice. Not allow A minute for the changing of the Scene! She wept! By Heav'n, I faw her faithlefs Tears, And thought I faw Aphonfo in her Eyes, Then, in that Minute, when the Devil and Lull Were bawding for Alberto in her Heart! O h Wroman! W o m a n! Dear damn'd deceittul Sex! 'Tis m y o w n Fault, If after this I fall into thy Snare. Enter Alphonfo. Alph. Lorenzo! Welcome as the Hopes of Peace, Thy Prefence brings to m y divided Soul! O take m e to thy Arms, and let m e hide Thefe guilty Blufhes, that at fight or thee ; S'art, and confeis the Weakneis or thy Friend. Lor. What W^aknefs! fpeak, Alphonfo. Alth. Wou'dft thou think it? Since left we parted, I have wardred on Through the dark Journies of the defart Night, My ridden Though" * « 0 "****&$ That funk my Splits to the depths of Hell, And ever as 1 went, Erminia ftood, Lor. 'Tis fcarce an Hour fince w e parL Alph. Oh! the Wretched count by Years: By Heavri, my Friend, fere I to live thofe Minutes o'er again, 'he Horrcrs that attend on waking Guilt ^ M d feife upon m y Thoughts, and hurry em nro the wildnefs of a mad Defpair. Ur. Defpair, and Guilt, and Horror! Thefe re fit rw lompanions for the Damn'd } the Murdercr 1 , his laft Death-bed Agonies, hears luch Sounds, o iummon him to everlafting W o e: [y Friend knows no fuch Crimes. Alph. Lorenzo! O h Erminia! Lor. Wei!. Alph. Inftruft m y Weaknefs here, faw to begin, whit I fhall fay to move her, low to confefs m y Celt enough her Slave. Lor. You rave, Alphonfo. Alph. Oh to thee I do! it didft thou know what 'tis to bear about thee Heart fubdu'J, devoted to Defires, Inch, fierce as the firft Appetite of Youth, rive violently to the Goal of Love: 'hat would ioform thee better. Lor. I cannot guefs what you refolve on! Alph. On m y Happinefs. nnzo, like a wafteful Prodigal, have long fpent in Folly, from m y Scorej ut there is yet behind a lsrge Eftatej ' 'he Promife of eternal Joys to come, Indm ylo vEer mini nQiuai'est aAllr mms,y wLhifeer ea wIa yw.il l run, lor. 'Tis well refolv'd. Alph, My Heart muft bear m e Witnefs fi;h what Unwillingnefs I entertain'd 'hofe Fears that fhap'd thefe Monfters in m y Soul$ Jen judge me all the World, and thou m y Friend, "ith what a ftart, and eagernefs of Joy, H^l |