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Show M HO The FATAL MARRIAGE; good a Report in every body's Mouth, is fo little f«^ hywl*0'4br III tell you, smt!>»> mo« nor fcffi J Nurfe. way, t« « / u k n o w , without it. tell the Truth, that s m y vvay, y u u •» ing or diminilhing. ££* VlSl SdJSon, B^ by Name, thefc f V i n S m i n d the Son that he would have Wi ihj!fw--y- King;r-r ot T ? fi-m H o w . King P^/»*' of Troy t w h y h o w * ^5iS Why the Ballet fmgs he had fifty Sons : Bot, matter lor that. This Biron, as I was faying was a W lv fweet Gentleman, and indeed, no body could blamed Father for loving him : H e was a Son tor the King, Spain; God blefs him ; for 1 was his Nurfe. But n o w 1001 to the Point, Samfm this Biron, without asking the ad-vice of his Friends, hand over head, as young Men wi have their Vagaries, not having the Fear of his Father I* fore his Eyes! as I may fay, wilfully marries this J> Sam. Hew willfully ! he fhould have had her Confer methinks. ' _ «. . Narfe No, willfully marries her; and which was wont, after fhe had fettled all her Fortune upon a Nunnery, wind fhe broke out of to run away with him. They fay thtf had the Churches Forgivenefs, but I had rather it U been his Father's. . Sam. W h y in gocd trcth, thefe Nunneries, I feci good they do. I think the young Lady was in thengfc, fo run away from a Nunnery : And I think our yotnj Mafter was not in the wrong, but in marrying with* a Portion. Nurfe. That was the Quarrel, I believe, Sampfon: toon this, m y old Lord wou'd never fee him ; diiinhaw him; took his younger Brother Carlos into favour,who! he never car'd for before ; and at laft forcM Biron tof to the Siege of Candy, where he was kilik'd. Sam. A-lack-a-day, poor Gentleman* m Or, The Innocent Adultery, nt Kurfe. For which m y old Lord hates her, as if m e had been the Caufe of his going thither. Sam. Alas, alas, poor La§y, fhe has mfTer'd for't : She hasliv'd a great while a W i d o w. Nurfe. A great while indeed for a young W o m a n; . Gad fo, here they come, I won't venture to be Sampfon. Sam feen. Enter Count Baldwin, followed by Ifabefla and her Child,. C. Bald. Whoever of your Friends directed you, Mifguided, and abus'd you, there's your W a y • ... I caft afford to (hew you out again. What could you expect from m c ? Ifa. O, I have nothing to expect on Earth! But Mifery is very apt to talk : I thought I might be heard. C. Bald. What can you fay ? Is there in Eloquence, can there be in Words A recompensing Pow'r, a Remedy, A Reparation of the Injuries, The great Calamines, that you have brought On me, and mine ? Y o u have deftroy'd thofe Hopes I fondly rais'd, through m y declining Life, To reft m y Age upon * and moft undone me. Ifa. I have undone m y felf too. C. Bald. Speak again : Say ftill you are undone, and I will hear you, With Pleafure hear you. Ifa. Would m y Ruin pleafe you ? C. Bald. Beyond all other Pleasures. Ifa. Then you are pleas'd for I a m moft undone.' C Bald. I pray'd but for Revenge, and Heav'n has heard, And fent it to m y Wifhes : Thefe Grey Hairs Would have gone d o w n in Sorrow to the Grave, Which you have dug for m e , without the Thought, The Thoughr of leaving you more wretched here. ifa. Indeed I a m moft w r e t c h e d - W h e n I loft My Husband - C. Bald. |
