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Show *4X TheT)ifappointment; or^ Erm. I have a near one, Dear as m y Peace, and far above m y Life j Your Safety is the Caufe of all m y Fears. Alph. N o m o r e - I hear him coming, you receive him As I advis'd : Y o u k n o w the reft. [Retirtt A S O N G written by Sir George Etheridge, S E E how fair Corinna lies, Kindly calling with her Eyes : In the tenner Minute prote her j Shepherd ! Why fo dull a Lover ? Tr'ythee, why fo dull a Lover ? In her Blufhes fee your Shame -, Anger they with Love proclaim 3 You too coldly entertain her : Lay your Vipe a little by j If no other Charms you try, You will never, never gain her. While the happy Minute is, Court her, you may get a Kifs, May be, Favours that are greater : Leave your Viping, to hirfly ; When the N y m p h you love is nigh, Is it with a Tune you mat her i Dull Amintor ! fie, Oh ! fie : Novo your Shepherdefs is nigh; Can you pafs your Time no better .? Enter Alberto. Alb. So the kind N y m p h , difTolving as fhe lay, Expe&ing figh'd, and chid the Shepherd's Stay ! W h e n panting to the Joy, he flew, to prove T h e Immortality of Life and Love. 4 Erm. I muft, but k n o w not h o w to a& this Part. Alb. Turn not away : I fee the God of Love Is bufie in thy Heart j he (hoots his Fires T h o u g h every Pore, and kindles every Vein, The M OTHER in Fajhion. 14 3 And now he mounts in BiuThes on thy Cheeks, That ^ell m e all, and fu m m o n on my ]oy. Say, Madam, is't notfo ? •Erm. Nay, n o w m y Lord. Alb. Your Looks confefs it: Every Glance declares For Love and m e j whilft your hot glowing Eyes, Like golden Planers Aiming from their Spheres, Shine cut, and guide m e fafe into your Arms. Erm W h y do you talk thus to m e ? Alb. I confefs I a m to blame, When this kind Opportunity informs me, There are a Thoufand better Arguments, Of more convincing Virtue to prevail, Than all the unperforming fenfelefs Noife, That talking Love can offer to the Fair, Erm. You wrong m y Meaning ftill. Ab. I would not wrong ir. Nor injure you fo fir, to think you can Mean other wife : Away, this Modefty Is the dull Virtue of a Marriage-Bed ; The Idol only of a Husband's Zeal ! Erm. A Husband * then my Fit returns again. Why did you name him ? Alb. Nay, the Devil knows. Erm. At the leaft mention of that Word, I ftart, And the remembrance of m y Sufferings Freezes my Blood, and leaves me-pale with Fear. Alb. There is no danger in a Lover's Arms. Erm. But did you k n o w what I have fuffer'd ! Alb. All, I've heard it all, and k n o w th' unlucky Caufe, The Letter that I fent - Erm. What Letter ? Alb, That, that fell into Alphonfoh Hands. Erm. I've feen one from the Duke. Alb. It was from me, Erm. Is't poftible from you ? Alb The Story fhall impioy an idler Hour, And fatisfie you in each ^ircumftance : Why I fubferib'd the Duke to m y Defign. irm, I dread the C o n f m n M ^ 5 dread the Confequence. {.Afidt. Alb. \ |