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Show x 4 ^ The ^Dijappointment; or, &£• Ah! what fay you n o w to the Conjuration of i EJack-brow'd Wench? Would not that raife you, ha? Alb. Your A r m will do it better. Sir, I thank you' But if you would be truly Charitable, Foilow Alphonfo; you may yet prevent him, Tho' he has vow\i the Murder of his Wife, Rog. Mercy upon us! why, what a. bloody-minded Monfter is a Cuckold in Imagination. Enter Juliana and Angelline. O h : You come in time! here lead him in ; nay, no cry. ing for the Matter, Madam: He has fprung a Leak or ' lo; that's the Truth on'c: But lend you but a helping Hand, and I warrant him he ferves again, that he does- r&k Alb: Juliana here! I k n o w Humanity Inftrufts the World to pity the Diftrefs'd, Bat oh! in thee, in thee w h o m I have wrong'd, This Tendernefs, thefe kind forgiving Tears, Shew moft amazing Goodnefs, far above T h e naural Frailty of a Woman's Love. Jul. Abandon'd and forfaken, at m y Birth, Of every Star, I live an Outcaft here! Doom'd by m y guilty Fate to this curs'd Day For thy undoing 1 have been the Caufe O f thy Misfortunes. Alb. Thou the Caufe! tho'thou Art Truth it felf; in this I would prefer The Obftinacy of an Infidel, And 'twere lefs Sin, than that injurious Faith. Jul. I cannot look upon thefe bleeding Wounds Without a Fear that finks m e . Alb. I have none, I hope, that dangeroufly threaten me. Jul. Within, m y Story fhall confirm, what I Have faid, and fatisfie your Doubts. Queuing in vain at what I long to know. § p«». Enter Alphonfo with a Dagger againft Erminia. jttpk. Nay ;iis in vain: *ou mould have thought . before, m The M O T H E R in Fajhion. 14? Now 'tis too late. Erm. Oh! w h y that dreadful Dagger? Alph. N o ftirring hence: There is no Safety for thte"? Think, think what thou haft done. Erm. Alas! your Words Speak Terror to me. and I fear you n o w! Alph. I k n o w thou doff. Erm. O ! do not kill me, Sir. Alph, Not kill thee! why, this Impudence exceeds The Meafure of thy Sins; and nothing but A dead Stupidity, that waits on Guiir, Could urge that n o w : Not kill thee] have a Care: That Thought that flatters thee into a Hope Of Life, betrays thee to Damnation: For hadft thou Lives in Number to thy Lufts, Not one fhould fcape m e : No, I would not lend thee One laft repenting Hour to fave thy Soul. Erm. Yet hold, m y L o r d - - - _ Alph. None of your Woman's Arts, To foften m y Refolve. Erm. Hear m e but fpeak ! Alph Have I[not heard enough? Methinks m y Ears Are full of Cuckold ftill; yct i wi]] hear thec. J On what Foundation canft thou raife a Hope * Of Mercy? Is t from m y Nature's Sufferance? A Eloremm s Forgivenefs, thou can'ft hope; * Or from the Venial Quality you Whore Of your Offending? O you Strumpet, o W Down to your lewd Adulterer r~ . ' . , *7 force, if y0u g0 on 6 K*&>to ** ^ftrain'd Alph. Nay, then'tis plain {Drms. *" would maintain her in her Trade* H z Lor, |