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Show I a 4 The T)ifappointment; or> Erm. Oh Heav'n pioted: the Innocent, and bring Thefe Midnight Treacheries to open Day! Lor. All fhall be werl again; as yet your Lord Is ignorant of what is paft; nor durft 1 truft his Temper, left his Violence Might urge him on fome defperate Attempt, T o ruin all: But, Madam, when he hears F r o m m e the Story of your injur'd Truth, Swift as a Lover's Wifh, expect him here: " Tis he muft prove m y Advocate, and plead A Pardon for the Faults m y Tongue has made. r^ Erm. A Pardon! O h m a y Heav'n in Thunder fend A general Pardon to the finning World, That every HeaTt may feel what mine does now. Alphonfo comes; like Nature's God, he fhows In a May-morning thro' the golden Boughs, O o w n ' d with the blufhing Beauties of the Spring, Whilft Creatures of all Kinds their Tributes bring• And Birds untaught, his joyful Welcome fing. And all my pafi Misfortunes did but prove The Purgatory to this Heav'n of Love. njjjt A C T IV. S C E N E I. Enter Alphonfo difguis^d^ with Rogero. %og. Q IR I muft leave you awhile. O Alph. With all m y Heart. RP£.How, Sir, with all your Heart? Why thenperhap! you don't care for m y Company. Alph. O moft infinitely, Sir, as naturally as a Woman loves a Fiddle and a Fool: l'ihan't Dance'till you return again. . Rog. W h y , Sir, you don't take m e for a Fool or i 12ph. Still you are in the wrong: But that's the c* m o n Infirmity of [long Beards, Heav'n and a Barber n sicnd all. u »•<=. The M O T H E R in Fajhion. Hf m A delicate witty ^^^ft^ tarly well, by Jupiter: But »« » f $ f % u f t have a Pox of his Ill-nature: But your grea Wits m rclifhthat way: But as I was faying, I muft leave yo Alph. Your Pleafure, Sir. pleafure; m My Pleafure, Sir; no, Sir, tis not m y ii » Wh7wha/a plaguy, tefty, troublefome quarrelfomPup py'cis. - [Afidei Perhaps 'twould p\eafe m e better to ftay here! ,. Alph. O Bufinefs muft be obey d. Rog. Say'ft thou fo ? ^•g^ndTbou'rt iW rig* on'e again. Bat I (hill fuddenly return. Alph. The fooner the better. Hot By Jupiter, it goes againft m y Confcience to part with theei I a m forry for't; but I muft leave thee. Alph. Art thoi>, m y old Lad ? Reg. Heanily forry. Alph, An Onion will exprefs it at your Eve*. For fne, tho' I fhall be a Lofer by your Abfence, The Thought on't moves not much. Rog. Not move you! W h y , Sir, are you not lorry fo» my Abfence? Alph. Not at ail, Rog. You are not forry then t Alph. Not I. There's a Philofbphical Cataplafm in m y Grandmother's Difpenfatory, exceeds a Plantane-Leaf for a broken Shin. log. Ay, may be fo. But what of that ? Alph. W h y that ferves m e well enough upon thefe O c* cafions. Patience! Sir, Patience!-Every M a n has hi* liking, But I prefer Patience to a Poft-horfe. log. Patience is a Virtue indeed.. Alph. 0 ever in a mad Dog! &>|. W h y in a mad Dog, pray r" Alph. Hypocrifie, that over-rules the World,' Will have it fo; things are not what thiy feem! Goto the Pulpits, there you 11 hear of Patience; Bat it you think to find it in the Church, G x Youl |