Volume I Part 60 (2/2)

_Giant._ Hang 'em, Pigeon-hearted Slaves--

_s.h.i.+ft._ A Clock-- let's see what hour 'tis-- [Lifts up the Light to see, _Feth._ blows it out.

--How! betray'd-- I'll kill the Villain. [Draws.

_Feth._ Say you so, then 'tis time for me to uncase.

_s.h.i.+ft._ Have you your Lovers hid?

[Gets out, all groping in the dark, _Feth._ gets the _Giant_ by the Hand.

_Giant._ Softly, or we're undone; give me your Hand, and be undeceiv'd.

_Feth._ 'Tis she, now shall I be reveng'd. [Leads her out.

_s.h.i.+ft._ What, gone! Death, has this Monster got the Arts of Woman?

[_Harl._ meets him in the dark, and plays tricks with him.

[Ex. all.

Enter _Willmore_ and _La Nuche_ by dark.

_Will._ Now we are safe and free, let's in, my Soul, and gratefully first sacrifice to Love, then to the G.o.ds of Mirth and Wine, my Dear.

[Ex. pa.s.sing over the Stage.

Enter _Blunt_ with _Petronella_, imbracing her, his Sword in his Hand, and a Box of Jewels.

_Pet._ I was d.a.m.nably afraid I was pursu'd. [Aside.

_Blunt._ Something in the Fray I've got, pray Heaven it prove a Prize, after my cursed ill luck of losing my Lady Dwarf: Why do you tremble, fair one?-- you're in the Hands of an honest Gentleman, Adshartlikins.

_Pet._ Alas, Sir, just as I approach! Seignior Doctor's Door, to have my self surrounded with naked Weapons, then to drop with the fear my Casket of Jewels, which had not you by chance stumbled on and taken up, I had lost a hundred thousand Crowns with it.

_Blunt._ Ha um-- a hundred thousand Crowns-- a pretty trifling Sum-- I'll many her out of hand.

[Aside.

_Pet._ This is an _Englishman_, of a dull honest Nation, and might be manag'd to advantage, were but I transform'd now. [Aside.] I hope you are a Man of Honour; Sir, I am a Virgin, fled from the rage of an incens'd Brother; cou'd you but secure me with my Treasure, I wou'd be devoted yours.

_Blunt._ Secure thee! by this Light, sweet Soul, I'll marry thee;-- _Belvile's_ Lady ran just so away with him-- this must be a Prize-- [Aside.] But hark-- prithee, my Dear, step in a little, I'll keep my good Fortune to my self.

_Pet._ See what trust I repose in your Hands, those Jewels, Sir.

_Blunt._ So-- there can be no jilting here, I am secur'd from being cozen'd however.

[Ex. _Pet._

Enter _Fetherfool_.

_Feth._ A Pox on all Fools, I say, and a double Pox on all fighting Fools; just when I had miraculously got my Monster by a mistake in the dark, convey'd her out, and within a moment of marrying her, to have my Friend set upon me, and occasion my losing her, was a Catastrophe which none but thy termagant Courage (which never did any Man good) cou'd have procur'd.

_Blunt._ 'Dshartlikins, I cou'd kill my self.

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