Volume Ii Part 69 (2/2)

L. _Gal_. Believe it if you will. Yes, let me be false, unjust, ungrateful, any thing but a--Wh.o.r.e--

_Wild_. Oh, s.e.x on purpose form'd to plague Mankind!

All that you are, and all you do's a Lye.

False are your Faces, false your floating Hearts; False are your Quarrels, false your Reconcilements: Enemies without Reason, and dear without Kindness; Your Friends.h.i.+p's false, but much more false your Love; Your d.a.m.n'd deceitful Love is all o'er false.

L. _Gal_. False rather are the Joys you are so fond of.

Be wise, and cease, Sir, to pursue 'em farther.

_Wild_. No, them I can never quit, but you most easily: A Woman changeable and false as you.

L. _Gal_. Said you most easily? Oh, inhuman!

Your cruel Words have wak'd a dismal Thought; I feel 'em cold and heavy at my Heart, And Weakness steals upon my Soul apace; I find I must be miserable-- I wou'd not be thought false.

[_In a soft Tone, coming near him_.

_Wild_. Nor wou'd I think you so; give me not Cause.

L. _Gal_. What Heart can bear distrust from what it loves?

Or who can always her own Wish deny? [_Aside_.

My Reason's weary of the unequal Strife; And Love and Nature will at last o'ercome.

--Do you not then believe I love you?

[_To him in a soft Tone_.

_Wild_. How can I, while you still remain unkind?

L. _Gal_. How shall I speak my guilty Thoughts?

I have not Power to part with you; conceal my Shame, I doubt I cannot, I fear I wou'd not any more deny you.

_Wild_. Oh heavenly Sound! Oh charming Creature!

Speak that word again, agen, agen! for ever let me hear it.

L. _Gal_. But did you not indeed? and will you never, never love Mrs. _Charlot_, never?

_Wild_. Never, never.

_L, Gal_. Turn your Face away, and give me leave To hide my rising Blushes: I cannot look on you.

[_As this last Speech is speaking, she sinks into his Arms by degrees_.

But you must undo me if you will-- Since I no other way my Truth can prove, --You shall see I love.

Pity my Weakness, and admire my Love.

_Wild_. All Heaven is mine, I have it in my Arms, Nor can ill Fortune reach me any more.

Fate, I defy thee, and dull World, adieu.

In Love's kind Fever let me ever lie, Drunk with Desire, and raving mad with Joy.

[_Exeunt into the Bed-chamber_, Wild. _leading her with his Arms about her_.

SCENE II. _Changes_.

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