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Ang. Sir, if your conversation be no more agrec. able than 'twas the last time, I would advise you to make your visit as short as you can.
Wild. The offences of my last visit, madam, bore their punishment in the commission ; and have made me as uneasy till I receive pardon, as your ladyship can be till I sue for it.
Ang. Sir Harry, I did not well understand the offence, and must therefore proportion it to the greatness of your apology; if you would, therefore, have me think it light, take no great pains in an excuse.
Wild. How sweet must the lips be that guard that tongue! Then, madam, no more of past
offences; let us prepare for joys to come. Let this seal my pardon; [Kisses her hand.) and this [Again.) initiate me to farther happiness.
Ang. Hold, sir-one question, Sir Harry, and, pray, answer plainly-D'ye love me?
Wild. Love you? Does fire ascend? Do hypocrites dissembler Usurers love gold, or great men flattery? Doubt these, then question that I love.
Ang. This shews your gallantry, sir, but not your love.
Wild. View your own charms, madam, then judge my passion; your beauty ravishes my eye, your voice my ear, and your touch has thrill'd my melting soul.
Ang. If your words be real, 'tis in your power to raise an equal flame in me.
Wild. Nay, then, I seize-
test and scorn you worse than the most profligate of your deceiving sex.
Wild. Hal A very odd turn this. I hope, madam, you only affect anger, because you know your frowns are becoming.
ing. Sir Harry, you being the best judge of your own designs, can best understand whether my anger should be real or dissembled; think what strict mo. desty should bear, then judge of my resentment.
Wild. Strict modesty should bear! Why faith, madam, I believe, the strictest modesty may bear fifty guineas, and I don't believe 'twill bear one farthing
Ang. What d'ye nean, sir?
Wild. Nay, madam, what do you mean? If you go to that. I think now fifty guineas is a fine offer for your strict modesty, as you call it.
Ang. 'Tis more charitable, Sir Harry, to charge the impertinence of a man of your figure on his de. fect in understanding, than on his want of manners. -I'm afraid you're mad, sir.
Wild. Why, madam, you're enough to make any man mad. 'Sdeath, are you not a
Ang. What, sir?
Wild. Why, a lady of-strict modesty, if you will have it so.
Ang. I shall never hereafter trust common report, which represented you, sir, a man of honour, wit, and breeding ; for I find you very deficient in them all three.
Wild. [Solus.] Now I find that the strict pretences which the ladies of pleasure make to strict modesty, is the reason why those of quality are ashamed to wear it.
Enter VIZARD. Viz. Ah! Sir Harry, have I caught you? Well, and what success?
Wild. Success! 'Tis a shame for you young fel. lows in town here to let the wenches grow so saucy. I offered her fifty guineas, and she was in her airs presently, and flew away in a huff. I could have had a brace of countesses in Paris for half the money, and je vous remercie into the bargain.
Viz. Gone in her airs, say you! And did not you follow her?
Wild. Whither should I follow her ?
Viz. Into her bed-chamber, man; she went on purpose. You a man of gallantry, and not understand that a lady's best pleased when she puts on her airs, as you call it !
Wild. She talked to me of strict modesty, and stuff.
Viz. Certainly. Most women magnify their mo. desty, for the same reason that cowards boast their courage because they have least on't. Come, come, Sir Harry, when you make your next assault, encourage your spirits with brisk Burgundy: if you succeed, 'tis well; if not, you have a fair excuse for your rudeness. I'll go in, and make your peace for
what's past. Oh, I had almost forgot-Colonel Standard wants to speak with you about some busi
Wild. I'll wait upon him presently; d'ye know where he may be found ?
Viz. In the piazza of Covent-Garden, about an hour hence, I promised to see him; and there you may meet him—to have your throat cut. [ Aside. ] l'll go in and intercede for you. Wild. But no foul play with the lady, Vizard.
[Exit. Viz. No fair play, I can assure you.
The Street before LUREwell's Lodgings; CLINCHER
Senior, and LureWELL, coquetting in the Balcony. Enter STANDARD.
Stand. How weak is reason in disputes of love ! That daring reason which so oft pretends to question works of high omnipotence, yet poorly truckles to our weakest passions, and yields implicit faith to foolish love, paying blind zeal to faithless women'! eyes. I've heard her falsehood with such pressing proofs, that I no longer should distrust it. Yet still my love would baffle demonstration, and make im. possibilities seem probable. [Looks up ] Ha! That fool too! What, stoop so low as that animal? -'Tis true, women once fallen, like cowards in despair,
will stick at nothing; there's no medium in their actions. They must be bright as angels, or black as fiends. But now for my revenge ; I'll kick her cully before her face, call her whore, curse the whole sex, and leave her.
LUREWELL comes down with CLINCHER Senior. The
Scene changes to a Dining-Room.
Lure. Oh, lord, sir, it is my husband! What will become of you?
Clin. sen. Ah, your husband! Oh, I shall be mur. dered | What shall I do? Where shall I runi I'll creep into an oven; I'll climb up the chimney; I'll fly; I'll swim;--I wish to the lord I were at the Jubilee now.
Lure. Cann't you think of any thing, sir?
Clin. sen. Think! not I; never could think to any purpose in my life.
Lure. What do you want, sir?
Enter Tom ERRAND.
Ert. Madam, I am looking for Sir Harry Wildair; I saw him come in here this morning; and did imagine he might be here still, if he is not gone.
Lure. A lucky hit! Here, friend, change clothes with this gentleman, quickly, strip. Clin. sen. Ay, ay, quickly, strip: I'll give you
half a crown to boot. Come here ; so. [They change clothes.
Lure. Now slip you [To Clin. sen.] down stairs, and