Volume Ii Part 78 (2/2)
_Wild_. By Heaven, I will; she shall not have the Pleasure to see I am concern'd--Morrow, Widow; you are early up, you mean to thrive, I see, you're like a Mill that grinds with every Wind.
Sir _Char_. Hah, _Wilding_, this that past last Night at Sir Timothy's for a Man of Quality? Oh, give him way, _Wilding's_ my Friend, my Dear, and now I'm sure I have the Advantage of him in my Love. I can forgive a hasty Word or two.
_Wild_. I thank thee, _Charles_--what, you are married then?
L. _Gal_. I hope you've no Exception to my Choice.
[_Scornfully_.
_Wild_. False Woman, dost thou glory in thy Perfidy?
[_To her aside angrily_.
--Yes, Faith, I've many Exceptions to him-- [_Aloud_.
Had you lov'd me, you'd pitcht upon a Blockhead, Some spruce gay Fool of Fortune, and no more, Who would have taken so much Care of his own ill-favour'd Person, He shou'd have had no time to have minded yours, But left it to the Care of some fond longing Lover.
L. _Gal_. Death, he will tell him all! [_Aside_.] Oh, you are merry, Sir.
_Wild_. No, but thou art wondrous false, False as the Love and Joys you feign'd last Night.
[_In a soft Tone aside to her_.
L. _Gal_. Oh, Sir, be tender of those treacherous Minutes.
[_Softly to him_.
--If this be all you have to say to me-- [_Walking away, and speaking loud_.
_Wild_. Faith, Madam, you have us'd me scurvily, To marry, and not give me notice.
[_Aloud_.
--Curse on thee, did I only blow the Fire To warm another Lover?
[To her softly aside.
L. _Gal_. Perjur'd--was't not by your Advice I married?
--Oh, where was then your Love?
[_Softly to him aside_.
_Wild_. So soon did I advise?
Didst thou invite me to the Feast of Love, To s.n.a.t.c.h away my Joys as soon as tasted?
Ah, where was then you Modesty and Sense of Honour?
[_Aside to her in a low Tone_.
L. _Gal_. Ay, where indeed, when you so quickly vanquisht? [_Soft_.
--But you, I find, are come prepared to rail. [_Aloud_.
_Wild_. No, 'twas with thee to make my last Effort against your scorn.
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