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Show 138 The FATAL MARRIAGE; A Birth of Joy, to be difclos'd fo foon. Imagination muft devour it felf. About fome twelve Months hence I m a y begin T o fpeak plain Senfe; and then 111 tell you dl. Vicl. This Matrimony would be a Heav niy thing, the firft Night would laft always. Vil. Sir, I muft beg your Pardon: Pray forgi7ern. I did not fee you fooner A pretty Gentleman' Car. A Friend of ours. Vil. W h o is he ? ViB. Sir, I^am one, juft upon the Precipice of Man ing; and come here to try whether I like thc Coniiia ing m y Friends, before I venture on't m y felf. Vtl. O Sir! Y o u can't do better: I (hall make Converts of you all in time. [Servant gives him a id Car. H e does not k n o w you. ViB. I'm glad on't; 'twould lay a Reftraint uponoj if he did, which I have no mind to at prefent. Fred. H e might take the Privilege of a Relation, ti haps, to cenfure your Conduct. ViB. That is to fay, you would if you durft: Butwij I "marry you, 111 give you leave. Car. Docs Villeroy k n o w of Fabian's Plot upon his Fi ther? Fred. Yes; and approves of it, for the Good of therj mily: That was the chief Reafon of inviting him. Vil. Unlucky Accident! M y Brother the Arch-of Malines, intending for Bruxelles, is taken defper ill; m y Letter prefles m e to be with him to Night, muft be fo. Fred. Tis hard indeed Car. T o leave your Bride fo foon. Vil. But having the PorTeiTion of rny Love, I a m the better able to fupport This Abfence, in the Hopes of m y Return. Car. Your Stay will be but fhort. Vil. It will fcem long. What fay you to fome cooling Wines, or Fruit, 0r9 The Innocent Adultery. 139 Til! the Bride's drefs'd ? Fred. W e wait upon you. Yd. Frederick• I hear you are a Bridegroom too - ou're a bold Man to marry m y Couiin Vttioria Without her Father's leave : '*' But we'll take Pains to make up all again r*v , * Enter Sampfon, an0d Nurfi, L T ? ' Sam. Ay, marry Nurfe, here's* a Mafter indeed 1 Hell double our Wages tor us! If he comes on as faft with my Lady, as he does with her Servants, w e are all in the way to be well pleas'd. Nurfe. He's in a rare H u m o u r ; if fhe be in as good a o n e * -- Sam If (he be, marry, w e m a y e'en fay, they have begofit upon one another. Nurfe. Well! w h y don't you go back again to your old Count ? You thought your Throat cut, I warrant you, to be turn'd out of a Nobleman's Service. » Sam. For the future, I will never ferve in a Houfe where the Mafter, or Miftrefs of it lyes fingle ; They are out of Humour with every Body, when they are not pleas'd themfelves. N o w this going to Bed together makes every thing go well : There's Mirth, and M o ny ftirring about, whenirhofe matters go as they fhould do Nurfe. Indeed a good Bed-fellow, Sampfon-- Sam. Ah Nurfe ! A good Bed.fellow is a very good thing, and goes a great way,-&ut, what n o w m y Lady is marry'd, I hope w e fhall have Company come to i»e Houfe: There's fornething always coming from one ntleman, or other, upon thole Oceafions, if m y Lady ves Company. J 3 Xurfe. Add fo, m y Mafter! w e muft not be feen. [Exe< Enter Vilieroy and Fabian. Vd. You fay 'tis innocent ? Fab. Only 1 deeping Draught, to make him forget me of his ill Humours: W h e n it works, he'll be thought to have tiplecI too much, that's all: I'll remove him with little Trouble, as poffihle, Vd. Is he coming ? Fah. |