Volume Ii Part 54 (1/2)

L. _Gal_. Tempt me no more! what dull unwary Flame Possest me all this while! Confusion on thee, [_In Rage_.

And all the Charms that dwell upon thy Tongue.

Diseases ruin that bewitching Form, That with the soft feign'd Vows debaucht my Heart.

Sir _Char_. Heavens! can I yet endure! [_Aside_.

L. _Gal_. By all that's good, I'll marry instantly; Marry, and save my last Stake, Honour, yet, Or thou wilt rook me out of all at last.

_Wild_. Marry! thou canst not do a better thing; There are a thousand Matrimonial Fops, Fine Fools of Fortune, Good-natur'd Blockheads too, and that's a wonder.

L. _Gal_. That will be manag'd by a Man of Wit.

_Wild_. Right.

L. _Gal_. I have an eye upon a Friend of yours.

_Wild_. A Friend of mine! then he must be my Cuckold.

Sir _Char_. Very fine! can I endure yet more? [_Aside_.

L. _Gal_. Perhaps it is your Uncle.

_Wild_. Hah, my Uncle!

[_Sir_ Charles _makes up to 'em_.

Sir _Anth_. Hah, my _Charles_! why, well said, _Charles_, he bore up briskly to her.

Sir _Char_. Ah, Madam, may I presume to tell you--

Sir _Anth_. Ah, Pox, that was stark naught! he begins like a Fore-man o'th' Shop, to his Master's Daughter.

_Wild_. How, _Charles Meriwill_ acquainted with my Widow!

Sir _Char_. Why do you wear that scorn upon your Face?

I've nought but honest meaning in my Pa.s.sion, Whilst him you favour so profanes your Beauties, In scorn of Marriage and Religious Rites, Attempts the ruin of your sacred Honour.

L. _Gal_. Hah, _Wilding_ boast my Love! [_Aside_.

Sir _Anth_. The Devil take him, my Nephew's quite spoil'd!

Why, what a Pox has he to do with Honour now?

L. _Gal_. Pray leave me, Sir.--

_Wild_. d.a.m.n it, since he knows all, I'll boldly own my flame.

You take a liberty I never gave you, Sir.

Sir _Char_. How, this from thee! nay, then I must take more.

And ask you where you borrow'd that Brutality, T' approach that Lady with your saucy Pa.s.sion.

Sir _Anth_. Gad, well done, _Charles_! here must be sport anon.