Volume Iii Part 55 (1/2)

_Enter_ Phillis _in the Balcony, throws 'em Money_.

_Rise_, Cloris, _charming Maid, arise!

And baffle breaking Day, Shew the adoring World thy Eyes Are more surprizing gay;

The G.o.ds of Love are smiling round, And lead the Bridegroom on, And_ Hymen _has the Altar crown'd.

While all thy sighing Lovers are undone.

To see thee pa.s.s they throng the Plain; The Groves with Flowers are strown, And every young and envying Swain Wishes the hour his own.

Rise then, and let the G.o.d of Day, When thou dost to the Lover yield, Behold more Treasure given away Than he in his vast Circle e'er beheld_.

_Bel_. Hah, _Phillis, Leticia's_ Woman!

_Ging_. Fie, Mrs. _Phillis_, do you take us for Fiddlers that play for Hire? I came to compliment Mrs. _Leticia_ on her Wedding-Morning because she is my Scholar.

_Phil_. She sends it only to drink her Health.

_Ging_. Come, Lads, let's to the Tavern then-- [_Ex. Musick_.

_Bel_. Hah! said he _Leticia_? Sure, I shall turn to Marble at this News: I harden, and cold Damps pa.s.s through my senseless Pores.--Hah, who's here?

_Enter_ Gayman _wrapt in his Cloke_.

_Gay_. 'Tis yet too early, but my Soul's impatient, And I must see _Leticia_.

[_Goes to the door_.

_Bel_. Death and the Devil--the Bridegroom! Stay, Sir, by Heaven, you pa.s.s not this way.

[_Goes to the door as he is knocking, pushes him away, and draws_.

_Gay_. Hah! what art thou that durst forbid me Entrance?--Stand off.

[_They fight a little, and closing view each other_.

_Bel_. _Gayman_!

_Gay_. My dearest _Bellmour_!

_Bel_. Oh thou false Friend, thou treacherous base Deceiver!

_Gay_. Hah, this to me, dear _Harry_?

_Bel_. Whither is Honour, Truth and Friends.h.i.+p fled?

_Gay_. Why, there ne'er was such a Virtue, 'Tis all a Poet's Dream.

_Bel_. I thank you, Sir.

_Gay_. I'm sorry for't, or that ever I did any thing that could deserve it: put up your Sword--an honest man wou'd say how he's offended, before he rashly draws.