Ld. Froth. Couplets. Sir Paul. Oh, here they come. Enter Lady Froth and Brisk. Brisk. My lord, your humble fervant; Sir Paul yours the finest night! 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,My dear, you're melancholy. Ld. Froth. No, my dear; I'm but juft awake. L. Froth. Snuff fome of my fpirit of hartfhorn. Ld. Froth. I've fome of my own, thank you, my dear. L. Froth. Well, I fwear, Mr. Brisk, you understood aftronomy like an old Egyptian. Brisk. Not comparably to your ladyfhip; you are the very Cynthia of the fkies, and queen of stars. 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 ma perifh, I can't anfwer that. L. Froth. No matter,- -Hark'ce, shall you and E make an almanack together. Brisk. With all my foul.-Your ladyfhip 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 so has your ladyfhip. Enter Lady Plyant, Carelefs and Cynthia. L. P. You tell me moft furprizing things; blefs me, who would ever truft 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 Cynt. Cynt. They'll wait upon your lordship prefently. [A great fhriek from the corner of the ftage. Lady Touchwood runs out affrighted, my Lord after ber, like a Parson. 1.. 7. O I'm betray'd.-Save me, help me. [Exit. Ld. 7. Go, and thy own infamy pursue thee.--You fare as you were all amazed,—I don't wonder at it,but too foon you'll know mine, and that woman's fhame. Enter Mellefont difquifed in a Parfon's Habit and pulling in Mafkwell. Mel. Nay, by Heav'n you fhall be feen.-Careless, your hand;-Do you hold down your head? Yes I am your chaplain, look in the face of your injur'd friend; theu 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 disease 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, lafting health, and circling joys, tread round each happy year of your long lives.. Let Let fecret villainy from hence be warn'd; EPILOGU E. Co U'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, PINI S. |