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Show r have as much as I " P ^ f ' °a e d , or defiYd! Ff^ What have 1 to do ^^ what ^ ^ _1 F">hAhirn? Nor yol don't defireto beinftructed; r| do with him ? Mor yu W o m a n of Expericn< if you are Ignorant, n^rc fornething to Your Mo'her can inform J O B , * go -Iv upon m e for your iDicm^"--* ... -~ /r-. ^ ,iy upuii y [Thrufts em in before i I warrant you. L * J SCENE *A* Ar^ Villeroy, iwf& Ifabella W for #"k &». Jfa W h y do you follow m e ? You know, I am 'A Bankrupt every way $ too far engag d Ever to make Return ; I o w n you've been More than a Broker to me, been m y Friend 5 And at a time, when Friends are found no more ; A Friend to m y Misfortunes Vil. I muft be .Always your Friend. Ifa. J have known, and found you Truly m y Friend ; and wou'd I coud be yours: But the Unfortunate cannot be Friends : Tate wa-ches the flrft Motion of the Soul, T o difap, oint our Wilkes \ if w e pray For BlelTings, they prove Curfes in the end, T o ruin all about us. Pray be gone, Take warning, and be happy. Vil Happinefs ! . , There's none for me, without you: Riches, Name, Health, Fame, Diftin&ion, Place, and Quality, Are the Incumbrances of groaning Lite, T o make it but more tedious, without you j Wrut feive the Go-;ds of Fortune for ? to raife M y Hi pec, that you at laft will (hare 'em with me, Long Life it felf, the Universal Prayer> A Or, The Innocent Adultery. io7 And Heav'n's Reward of Well-defervers here Wou'd prove a Plague to m e j to fee you alwavs And never fee you mine4 ftill to defire, And never to enjoy » Ifa. I muft not hear you. Vil. Thus, at this awful diftance, I have ferv'd A fevea Years Bondage Do I call it Bondage, When I can never wifh to be redeem'd ? No, let m e rather linger out a Life Of Expectation, that you may be mine j Than be reftor'd to the Indifference Of feeing you, without this pleafing Pain. I've loft m y felf, and never wou'd be found. But in thefe Arms. Ifa, O, I have heard all this ! But muft no more theCharmer is no more. My hury'd Husband rifes in the Face Of my dear Boy, and chides m e for m y ftay : Can'ft thou forgive me, Child ? Child. Why, have you done a Fault ? Y o u cry as if you bad: Indeed now, I have done nothing to offend you - But if you kifs me, and look fo very fad upon me, I fhall cry too. Ifa. M y little Angel, no, you muft not crv } Sorrow will overtake thy Steps too foon ; i ftiou'd not haften it. Vil. What can I fay ! The Arguments that make againft m y Hopes Prevail upon m y Heart, and fix m e more ; Thofe pious Tears you hourly throw away Upon the Grave, have all their quick'ning Charms, And more engage m y Love, to make you mine. When yet a Virgin, free, and indifpofed, I lov'd, hut faw you only with m y Eyes ; I could not reach the Beauties of your Soul; I have face fiv'd in Contemplation* And long Experience of your growing Goodnefl: - «- j^ua. v^wugcj, or your JLIJ ™«»nd, and fettled in adoring yoq, |