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Show I A A i%4'TkeV*r*t MARRIAGE: . i»!1 hear you on this Subject, Ifa Some other time 1 1 n * for m e ^oU^ h F/7. Nay, then there is no time 6 t a c c 7 o n c o n t o t ^ ^ » ^^ That you may grant. i f ibe your Sex The little Forms which circum^ jr W e differ but in Time, let tnac DC Ifa. You think fit . ,, T o V the bette,-of me• ^ °w i K ' Since you will have it 10 / F/7. I take you at your rvlf HaLg!\Vd°woSd I had a Heart to give: But if it ever can return again, 'Tis wholly yours. Vil. O ecftafie of Joy! Leave that to me. If all my Services, and kind indulging Nights, too. ' If profperous Days, and kind mdulgn If all that Man can fondly fay, or no. Can beget Love, Love (hall be born again O Carfos! now m y Friend, and Brother tu And Nurfe, I have eternal Thanks for thee. Send for the Prieft . V*»fi &°« «* »** This Night you muft be mine Let m e command in this, and all m y Lire Shall be devoted to you. .Ifa. O n your Word Never to prefs m e to put off thefe Weeds, Which beft become m y melancholy Thoughts, You (hall command me. Vil. Witnefs Heav'n and Earth Againft m y Soul, w h e n 1 do any thing T o give you a Difquiet. Car. I long to wifh you Joy. Vil Y o u 11 be a Witnefs of m y Happinefs7 Car. For once I'll be m y Sifter's Father, And give her to you. Vil. Next m y Ifabella, Be near m y Heart: I am-for ever yours. [im Or, The Innocent Adultery. *%f SCENE the Street before Fernando', Houfe: Utr Frederick and JaqueKne, with a Dark-Lmthorn, and a Ladder of Ropes. Fred. Well! this is the Time, and that's the Window Jaa. And here is a Ladder to put her in mind of her fortune. Fred. How's that, Sirrah ? Jaa. Why, Lord Sir, if the Gentlewoman be mad e-nough to run away from her Father, upon your account, (he'll carry the Frolick a little farther, in a Fortnight, and hang her felf, upon her o w n . Fred. Why, you Rogue, IVn in love with her. * Jaq I am but your poor Servant, Sir, and if you corrf-mand me to believe you, 'tis another thing. But I k n ow what your Love commonly ends in Fred. In what, Sir ? Jan. In a Week, Sir-, but that's her Bufinefs, and not mmej un-efc the Spirit of her Revenge rifes upon the ' folly of her Pride, and frightens her into the Confider* tion of your humble Servant Jaaneline. Fred. 0! You are witty, Sir! The W i n d o w opens (Vi&omatov$,a Night-Gown over her Mans Cloath$\ VtS. I heard a Noife I M l liften. Fred. Vittoria! • < m . Here am I, expecting the good Hour, Boy or Girl, chufc you whether, fo w e once but come tog* i If r^c's 7our Deliverance in a Halter, Madam, a ^e rT0u^0 p e?f o r y°u* pbw up to her M l had rather have it in a Halter, than ftay where I «n: Give it me. 7 fred. Be fure you fallen it above. W Any thing to get loofe below. ,v "L°!uC ?ifcretIon of a Girl! She will be a Slaved Z l l t b t has not a TitIe t0 m * k e her one. Jrny < £ f t M l ^ ^ ' - ^ *e is not'mu^ S addiA^ frt -»»»»- ^atiuuuny, wnicn neis not much' S S f ' X ™ £ " ^ i n 8 « F « » « ^ , Husband! -™'iag trom one Prifon to another s but that has aP- ? 3 pearance * |