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Show lx8 TheTHfajtpointment; ory Jul. But I fhall find him an Imployment if he co - Moth. No Bufinefs here ! away ! I fee your I2nlfk a*d 'twill become you to be inftru&ed by m e for i T ' run thro' the Experience of m a n y Years : I have m T Ihrewd Obfervations in m y Time, Mankind has been Study, and 1 warrant you 'twould do your Heart a ^ p hear m e read a Leaure on every Part about 'en? v° Critical in every Point, a nice Diftinguifher of \h* I , Ages, Statures, and Difpofitions of Men, nay thefn7 of their Eyes and Hair cannot efcape m e . l ! l ^ T the true performing Complexion 1 will live and ^ m the Perfuafion of Dark-brown. die Jul. Nothing in Commendation of a long Nofe ? \AUt Ang. Y o u are very knowing, Mother. Moth. And thou (halt learn: I have provided thee a Mafter that will inftruft thee, and in that eafie Method thou wilt wifh ftill to be task'd with Leffons of his Love! Ang. Indeed I fain would learn, but yet I fear. Moth. Fear nothing, Angelline: Fear nothing ; What I let the worft c o m e to the worft, a Man's but a Man, and a Fiddle for Favour. I think I hear him within. Ang. But, Mother, I fhall fo blufh ! I cannot think of fhewing him m y Face 1 muft be veil'd. Moth. Well, well j the bufinefs of your Face is over: There's fomething elfe can entertain a Lover. [Em, Ang. Y o u m a y appear, Juliana. I have urg'd this Bufi. nefs to a Quarrel, and you muft bear the brunt on't. Jul. I a m preparing for the Incounter This Veil transforms m e to Angelline : But yet Ang. W h y do you figh ? Jul. 'Tis pity to deceive him. Ang. What if I took this Bufinefs on m y felf? Jul. Not for the World, Angelline.- But if I were a Maid again Ang. Y o u would not venture. Jul. Indeed I ought not, but I feel I fhould Ang. Y o u wou'd be wifer. Jul. Only while he pleas'd. Ang. I hear 'em coming. T o your Pofture. Jul The MOT HER in Fajhion. i* lHl AS'1' [Angelhne retires, and Juliana /lands Ang. Adieu. L* g ^ y fc An^m^ place. Enter Alberto and Mother. Alb. At laft the tedious date of Hopes and Fear, Is at an end, and fhe is all m y own. 0 [et m y Arms thus prefs thee to m y Heart, That labours with the Longings of m y Love' . Struggle and heaves, and fain would ou to meet thee. K w h y this Veil ? W h y doft thou hide thy Face I ^ST^or Child ! I warrant you her Thought, run all another way. Speak to him, Angelline. Alb. She turns away. . . , Moth. No, no, m y Lord! fhe'sonly confounded with her PafTion. Child, one Word to fave thy Mother s Lift. £ A„gd.] She fays, [To Alfeer/)fhe's fo mightily confounded, fhe knows not what to fay. Alas ! you know Maids muft have their Fits of Modefty , befides « prefent you may better fpare her Tongue, you will have: talking time enough hereafter. Alb. O you inftruct me, Mother. Moth. This way, this way, m y Lord! N o w , Child, b*t (hew thy felf thy Mother's Daughter. You will be gentle to her at the firft : Bate but a little of your Lordfhip's Vigour: She's young and tender, and cannot bear, alas !: what we can bear I Alb. She points m e to the Door. Meth, And chides your ftay. Away, m y Lord, away^ [Exit Alberto with Juliana, the Mother following. Angelline comes forth. Ang. Thus far I'm fafe : But h o w to fecure m y felf fer tk future, from his Importunities, and m y Mother's unnatural Office 1 a m yet to learn. If 1 fhould tell m y Father, he is rafh, and m a y do fome Violence ta m y Mother. And tho' fhe has put off a Parent's Love} I cannot theCbedience of a Child. I muft not be ieen j- here's a Door open, i'il in, and hide m y felf 'till the Bufinefs k over. [Goes ft to Alphonfo. 1 G £ Hat*?" |