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Show i36 The FATAL MARRIAGE; Fred. H o w will you be able to thank 'em for t ^ have vifited 'em with an Epithaamtum, to blefs their deavou but I have a Sonnet is pretty well to the p, pofe Strike up, B o y s - ^ i s not m u c h matter nil whether m y Brother be alive, or no. ^ E»/*r Victoria. ttVZ N o N e w s of the Bride or Bridegroom yet? Car. W e are going to f u m m o n 'em. K/#. By this time, I fuppofe, they may be glad of handfom Excufe to be rid of one another. A S O N G, Set by Mr. Purcell, and Sung? Mrs. Hodgfon. L THE Danger is over, the Bmttel is pafi, The Nymph had her Fears, but flje ventured at Uf, She try'd the Encounter, and when it was done, She (mild at her Folly, and owridflie had won.^ By her Eyes we difiover the Bride has been pleat'dy Her Blufhes become her, her Fuffion is eas'd; She difembles her Joy, and affefti to look down ; If fhe Sighs, 'tis for Sorrow 'tis ended fi foon. II. Appear all you Virgins, both aged and young, All you, who have carrfd that Burden too long, Who have loft precious Time, and you who are lofmfr Setrafd by your Fears; between doubting and chufin^ Draw nearer, and learn what will fettle your Mind: You'll fird your felves happy, when once you are kind. Do but wifely refolve the fweet Venture to run, YouHlfetl the Lofe little, and much to be won. Villeroy enters to them. Vil. Who's there? m y Carlos] Frederick! 0 myFntf Let m e embrace you: Welcome, welcome all. Or, The Innocent Adultery. 137 hit fhall I A y to you, that m a y exprefs y Thanks for this Good-Morrow? at a time * Car. Fred. W e came to wifh you J^y Vil. I have it fure; All that this Life can give m e ; he muft be More than a Man w h o can be happier. J a m fo much tranfported with the Thoughts Of what I am, I k n o w not what I do. My ifibella! but polTcfiing her, Who would not lofe himfelf? You'll pardon m e: Oh! There was nothing wanting to m y Soul, But the kind Wifhes of m y loving Friends; And now I have you to rejoice with m e. Where are m y Servants ? Gentlemen, this Purfe will tell you that I thank you. » [ T o the Mufick. Where, where are you ? [To his Servants. Are my Friends invited? Is every thing in order? You cannot be too bulie in your Care. Pray put on your beft Looks, as well as Cloath?. Gold, that does every thing, fhall make you fmile: Carry an Invitation in your Face, To every one you fee, no matter w h o. Ill double all your Wages; nothing appear Within thefe Walls, but Plenty, Mirth, and Love 5 An Univerfal Face of Joy, and Love. . Fred. W h y this is wonderful. Vd. 0 when you all get Wives, and fuch as mine, (It iuch another W o m a n can be found,) You will rave too, doat on the Dear Content, And prattle in their Praife, oat of all bounds: No matter what the Fools of Form fhall fay, Let 'em believe us mad; we'll pity them, And their dull Want of knowing h o w to love. Car. U you would talk calmly, and come to Particu* iars, we might be the better for the Story. Vtl. Particulars! H o w ? which w a y (hall I trv To utter m y full Blifs ? Tis in m y Head, 1? ,n L my Heart, and takes up all my Soul; Mc labour of m y Fancjs, and too vaft, |