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founded when I look back, and want a Clue to guide me through the various Mazes of unheard-of Treachery. My Wife! Damnation! my Hell!

Cynt. My Lord, have Patience, and be fenfible how great our Happiness is, that this Discovery was not made too late.

Ld. Touch. I thank you: yet it may be still too late, if we don't prefently prevent the Execution of their Plots; -Ha, I'll do't. Where's Mellefont my poor injur'd Nephew, How fhall I make him ample Satisfaction? →→→

Cynt. I dare answer for him.

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Ld. Touch. I do him fresh Wrong to question his Forgiveness, for I know him to be all Goodnefs. - Yet my Wife! Damn her, to meet him in that Dreffing Room; Was't not fo? And Maskwell will expect you in the Chaplains Chamber; For once, I'll add my Plot too. let us hafte to find out, and inform my Nephew; and do you, quickly as you can, bring all the Company into this Gallery. I'll expofe the Strumpet, and the Villain.

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SCEN E XX.

Lord FROTH and Sir PAUL.

Ld. FROTH.

Y Heav'ns I have flept an Age, Sir Paul, what a Clock ist ? Paft Eight, on my Conscience, my Ladys is the moft inviting Couch; and a Slumber there, is the prettieft Amufement! But where's all the Company!

Sir Paul. The Company, gads.bud, I don't know,

my Lord, but here's the strangeft Revolution, all turn'd topfie turvy; as I hope for Providence.

Ld. Froth. O Heav'ns, what's the matter? Where's my Wife?

Sir Paul. All turn'd topfie turvy, as fure as a Gun.
Ld. Froth. How do you mean? My Wife!
Sir Paul. The ftrangeft Pofture of Affairs!
Ld. Froth. What, my Wife?

Sir Paul. No, no, I mean the Family, -Your Ladys Affairs may be in a very good Pofture I faw her go into the Garden with Mr. Brisk.

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Ld. Froth. How; where, when, what to do? Sir Paul. I fuppofe they have been laying their Heads together.

Ld Froth. How?

Sir Paul. Nay, only about Poetry, I suppose ¦ my Lord, making Couplets.

Ld. Froth. Couplets,

Sir Paul. O, here they come.

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XX I.

[To them] Lady FROTH, BRISK,

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BRIS K.

Y Lord, your humble Servant; Sir Paul yours

Mthe finest Night!

L. Froth. My Dear, Mr. Brisk and I have been Star-gazing, I don't know how long.

Sir Paul. Does it not tire your Ladyship? are not

you weary with looking up!

L. Froth. Oh, no, I love it violently.

Dear, you're melancholly.

My

Ld. Froth. No, my Dear; I'm but just awake.

L. Froth. Snuff fome of my Spirit of Hartshorn.
Ld. Froth. I've fome of my own,
thank you,

my Dear.

L. Froth. Well, I fwear, Mr. Brisk, you un derstood Aftronomy like an old Egyptian.

Brisk. Not comparably to your Ladyship; you are the very Cynthia of the Skies, and Queen of Stars. L. Froth. That's because I have no Light, but what's by Reflection from you, who are the Sun, Brisk. Madam, you have Eclips'd me quite, let me perish, I can't answer that.

L. Froth. No matter, Hark'ee, fhall you and I make an Almanack together?

Brisk. With all my Soul, Your Ladyfhip has made me the Man in't already, I'm so full of the Wounds which you have given.

L. Froth. O finely taken! I fwear now you are even with me: O Parnassus, you have an infinite deal of Wit.

Sir Paul. So he has, Gads-bud, and fo has your Ladyfhip.

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[To them] Lady PLYANT, CARELESS, CYNTHIA.

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YOU tell me moft furprizing things; blefs who would ever truft a Man? O my Heart akes for fear they should be all deceitful alike. Care. You uced not fear, Madam, you have Charms to fix Inconftancy it felf.

L. P. O dear, you make me blush.

Ld. Froth. Come, my Dear, fhall we take leave of my Lord and Lady?

Cynt. They'll wait upon your Lordship prefently. L. Froth. Mr. Brisk. my Coach fhall set you down.

All. What's the matter?

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SCENE

XXIII.

[To them] Lady Touc wood runs out affrighted, my Lord after her, like a Farfon.

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L. TOUCH WOO D.

I'm betray'd. Save me, help me.

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Ld. Tow. h. Now what Evafion, Strumpet &
L. Touch. Stand off, let me go.

Ld. Touch. Go, and thy own Infamy pursue thee.
You ftare as you were all amazed,

wonder at it,

I don't

but too foon you'll know mine;

and that Womans Shame.

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Lord TOUCHWOOD Lord FROTH, Lady FROTH, Lady PLYANT, Sir PAUL, CYNTHIA, MELLEFONT, MASK WELL; MELLEFONT disguised in a Parfons habit and pulling in

MASKWELL.

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MELLEFONT.

AY, by Heav'n you fhall be feen.-Careless, your Hand; - Do you hold down your Head:

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Head? Yes, I am your Chaplain; look in the Face of your injur'd Friend thou Wonder of all Falfhood.

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Ld. Touch. Are you filent, Monster?

Me!. Good Heav'ns! How I believ'd and lov'd this Man! Take him hence, for he's a Disease

to my Sight.

Ld. Touch. Secure that manifold Villain.

Care. Miracle of Ingratitude!

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Brisk. This is all very furprizing, let me perish. L. Froth. You know I told you Saturn look'd a little more angry than ufual.

Ld. Touch. We'll think of Punishment at Leifure, but let me haften to do Juftice, in rewarding Virtue and wrong'd Innocence. Nephew hope I have your Pardon, and Cynthias.

Mel. We are your Lordships Creatures.

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Ld. Touch. And be each others Comfort; Let me join your Hands. Unwearied Nights, and withing Days attend you both; mutual Love lafting Health, and circling Joys, tread round each happy Year of your long Lives.

Let fecret Villany from hence be warn'd;
Howe'er in private Mifchiefs are conceiv'd,
Torture and Shame attend their open Birth.
Like Vipers in the Womb, bale Treachery lies:
Still gnawing that, whence first it did arife;
No fooner born, but the Vile Parent dies.

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