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Show *44 The T)ifappointment; or, Alb. You fee the Straits, The hazardous Attempts, that ventrous Love Ingages on his way to Happinefs: Yet thefe are nothing now, tho' I have tir'd The Expe&ation of a Chymiffs Hope, This Golden Birth at laft rewaids m y Toil. Erm. Forbear, m y Lord. Alb. Forbear ! Erm. I muft not hear you. Alb. W h y ? Erm. Think w h o I am. Alb. I do. Erm. Whofe Wife I am. Alb. For that it matters not : Since you are mine. Erm. O unexampled Villany rjr^ Alb. But w h y ? O ! w h y thefe Scruples n o w ? I thought laft Night Had fatisfy'd all Doubts. 6 , Irm. Laft Night, m y Lord ? Alb. Nay, then I muft refrefh your Memory J "Erm. This Infolencc is Brutal. Alb. Tho' I find Your Purpofe plainly meant to m y Abufe, I think the Management of your Defign, Exceeds the peevifh Follies of your Sex : Alas ! w e might have parted upon eafier Terms; For Faith you w r o n g me, Madam, if you think J came to find out Conftancy, or preach It to a W o m a n . I've been jour Gucft indeed, Have met a hearty Welcome ; and laft Night, That bawdy Night, and honeft Clara, knows I have not been ungrateful : So, I leave you T o the frefh Youth of your next Cuftomer. Enter Alphonfo, with a Tifldl. Alph. T h y o w n Words be thy Sentence ! Alb. H o w ? Betray'd ! Erm. M y Fears are c o m e upon m e ; O fome Power Divert this Mifchief! Help, for Heav'n's fake ! hop. [Rms wt. Alpk The M O T H E R in Fajhion. 14? Alph. No human Help dan come between thy Lufts And m y Revenge: Defpair, and Curfe thy felt. Alb. You w o ' not murder m e ? Alph. 'Tis Juftice n o w That arms againft thy Crimes, and ftrikes in me,* Therefore, prepare • Alb. Yet throw away your odds; And do not bafely thus attempt m y Life. Alph. That Bafenefs is your o w n : For face to face, When brave M e n fhew their A&ions to the Sun, You could not wrong m y Honour, or m y N a m e; But by bafe Practices, and midnight Arts, You found the Weaknefs of a Woman's Guard, And there furpriz'd m e ; take the juft Reward [The Viftol not going of draws his Sword. Fortune I thank thee: T h o u inftrucVft m y Rige. Alb. I wifh no more Advantage. N o w c o m e on. Alph. This brings thy certain Fate. Alb. That's yet to try. [Fight. Alph. Thy Blood fhews thou art mortal: Yet unfay What thou haft faid. Alb. Were Fate within thy Power, I'd fcorn m y Life at fuch a fordid Price. Alph. Then have thy Wifh: O were the Strumpet here, That my juft Sword might join your Bodies cloie As your giew'd Lufts.-This, Villain to thy Heart, [Fight, Mb. falls. Thou haft it there; and fhe (hall quickly follow. [Going out, juft Us Rogero at the Door. Enter Rogero. Ksg. Why, what a Pox, here's fine doings indeed! If Whoremafters fall off at this rate, our W o m e n are likely to have a comfortable time on'c, that's certain; Maiden-tads may hang as long as our Medlars do, and mellow into Marmalet, that they may. Alb. Some Help, I hope! tog. What, you are not kiil'd then you fay' Only Lord? gk thC GUtS °F {0> tQ C001 y°ur Li*Cr' m/ dlb. The lofs of Blood has made m : fain' VOL, I. |