Ld. Froth. Couplets. Sir Paul. Oh, here they come. Brisk. My lord, your humble fervant; Sir Paul Enter Lady Froth and Brisk. the fineft night! yours L. Froth. My dear, Mr. Brisk and I have been stargazing, I don't know how long. Sir Paul. Does it not tire your ladyfhip? are not you weary with looking up? L. Froth. Oh, no, I love it violently,you're melancholy. My dear, Ld. Froth. No, my dear; I'm but just awake.- dear. L. Froth. Well, I fwear, Mr. Brisk, you understood aftronomy like an old Egyptian. Brisk. Not comparably to your ladyship; you are the very Cynthia of the fkies, and queen of ftars. L. Froth. That's because I have no light, but what's by reflection from you, who are the fun. Brisk. Madam, you have eclips'd me quite, let me perish, I can't anfwer that. L. Froth. No matter,- -Hark'ee, fhall you and I make an almanack together. Brisk. With all my foul.-Your ladyship has made me the man in't already, I'm fo full of the wounds which you have given.. L. Froth. O finely taken! I fwear now you are even with me, O Parnaffus, you have an infinite deal of wit.. Sir Paul. So he has, gads-bud, and fo has your ladyship. Enter Lady Plyant, Carelefs and Cynthia. L. P. You tell me moft furprizing things; blefs me,, who would ever trust a man? O my heart akes for fear they should be all deceitful alike. Care. You need not fear, madam, you have charms to fix inconftancy itself. L. P. O dear, you make me blush. Ld. Froth. Come, my dear, fhall we take leave of my lord and lady? D 2 Cynte Cynt. They'll wait upon your lordship presently. [A great fbrick from the corner of the flage. Lady Touchwood runs out affrighted, my Lord after ber, like a Parjon. L. 7. O I'm betray'd.-Save me, help me. [Exit. Ld. T. Go, and thy own infamy purfue thee. You ftare as you were all amazed,I don't wonder at it — but too foon you'll know mine, and that woman's shame. Enter Mellefont difguifed in a Parfon's Habit and pulling in Mafkwell. Mel. Nay, by Heav'n you thall be feen.---Careless, your hand; Do you hold down your head? Yes 1 am your chaplain, look in the face of your injur'd friend; thou wonder of all falfhood. Ld. T. Are you filent, monster? Mel. Good Heav'ns! How I believ'd and lov'd this man-Take him hence, for he's a difeafe to my fight. Ld. T. Secure that manifold villain. Care. Miracle of ingratitude? [Servants feize him. Sir Paul. O Providence! Providence! what difcove"ries are here." Brisk. This is all very furprizing, let me perish. L. Froth. You know I told you Saturn look'd a little more angry than usual. Ld. 7. We'll think of punishment at leifure, but let me haften to do juftice, in rewarding virtue and wrong'd innocence.Nephew, I hope I have your pardon, and Cynthia's. Mel. We are your lordship's creatures. Ld. T. And be each others comfort;-Let me join your hands. Uninterrupted blifs attend you both; mutual love, lasting health, and circling joys, tread round each happy year of your long lives." Let Let fecret villainy from hence be warn'd; } EPILOGUE. COU'D poets but foresee how plays would take, Whether to thank or blame their audience moft : But in this court, what diff'rence does appear! If the foft things are penn'd and spoke with grace: } } Thus Thus poor poets, the favour are deny'd, FINI S. |