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Show *4^ The T>ifappointment; or, Lor. I will defend her Innocence. Alph. Her Innocence! Or I a m mad, or this will make m e fo; Alberto has conftfs'd it, in thefe Ears Proclaim'd m e Cuckold. Needs there other proof ? Lor. Not of his Vanity : But I can .bring One more convincing of her Innocence. Alph. Words, idle Words.-Lorenzo! give m e way. Xor. It muft be through m y Breaft, if you come on. Alph. Nay, fince it muft be fo- [Juft engaging, Erminia throws her felf bewetn'em. 'Erm. O let m e here Attone this difference: Let your Fury fall Upon m y Life, and cut m e from m y Woes; You think m e falfe, m y Lord; and in that Thought Arehury'd all m y Hopes: High Heav'n that knows M y Bofom'd Soul, muft witneis to this Truth; Sitice Love and you no more, no more are mine, The Comforts of this Life are mine no more, -And Death alone can be m y Refuge now. Enter Rogero. Kog. How's this! Swords drawn upon a Woman: Since Wars muftenfue, I declare for the Subject: Old Re-yero ftands up for the Property of the Petticoat, that's certain : Speak, what fay you?-Is't a Battel Royal, or no? Alph. Pr'ythee be gone! this is no fooling time. Hog W h y very well, n o w you fay fomething, you've fooi'd it long enough in Confcience already; murder your Wife for not making you a Cuckold! By Jupiter, I thought the Devil in the Family! Alph. H o w , that again Rogero! ROE Nay, Sir, 1 ftand to m y Word, and over and over itaaifli fay, that Alberto's an Afsj as a certain Gentkwo- ,r!an within, one Juliana, can teftihe at large. Alph, What doft thou mean? tog. Mean, Sir? <ion't you know what I m ^ ? J •then Sir I'll tell you what I mean! In the firft pace I then, bir, i* w* ) frfon(nv ThoJ it be a little un- SSWSL iSS&jfe SB be-undcrftood, Sir, that ldo: For H 1 wMty"*^ The M o T H E R in Fajhion. 149 Alkerlo, fird,ren h' Pt„gn h S as oU of a Confcionable Dif-thtrei ,«1 ^tfa£2cesSlbbd him off with her Z ^ X Z ^ A ^ s my Meaning ouC ""jhb Why this is wonderful, but tell me how? 5 How! Sir! may be I won't! may be I cant tell you h o w ! - _ I did not hold the Door, or Pimp to the Project, I; But there comes a Gentleman can tell you more. Enter Alberto, led by Juliana ^ Angelhnc, and her Mother. Alb. Thy Story, Juliana, has fubdu'd My wilder Thoughts, and fix'd m e only Thine: But oh! inftrua m e h o w I fhall appear Before that injur'd Fair, whofe Innocence Too late I find I have unjuftly wrong'd, Beyond a hope of Pardo®. Alph. Wrong'd, faid'ft thou? Wrong'd? Lorenzjo! Doft thou hear him? Even he, Alberto! he, w h o beft can tell If fhe be fo, fays that m y Wife is wrong'd: You talk'd of Innocence; whofe Innocence? O fpeak! Inform m e ftrait, and fave m e from m y Fears. Alb, I muft confefs, m y wild Intemperance Urging m e on, m y bufie Thoughts were all Lawlefly loofe, and ready for the Spoil OfChafte Erminia's Virtue. Alph, Ha What Grounds? On what Encouragement did you proceed? Any from her.? Alb. O never! all I had Was from my fond perfwading Vanity: Till Clara came, and gave m e fuller Hopes; Alph. Clara! Lor. She has confefs'd her Treachery \ Alph. Impudent damning Whore! Lor. Laft Night, m y Lord! You may remember w e met here, H 5 Alb, |