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Enter Cuningham, Philadelphia and Jeffrey.

Ear nothing; by what I could learn, by this or near being a-bed.

Cun, Then we may have Time to talk more freely.

Pbil. All is not so fafe as you imagine. I fear another Storm before we yet can land. I know not by what means, but the Viscount is discover'd to be a Counterfeit, which I have all along suspected ; þut whether 'tis come to the Knowledge of my Aunt yet; I know not.

Cun. Therefore let's lose no time, but tye that Knot, which joins our Hearts and Hands for ever : That once over, we have no farther need of the Vircount.

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Enter Lovemore, and the Viscount caragd, with

Ligbts before 'em.

Visc. Never persuade me; I'll not stay to be foold at this rate any longer.- Go lead, Sirrah.

(Exit with Links. Cun. What's the Matter now?

Love. Matter! Why there's Matter enough in hand. We are all undone ; the Match is broke off again, and you are like to lose your Mistress. The Widow will not consent you shall mar her Niece; upon which, the Viscount enrag’d, (as indeed he has Cause) is resolv'd to stay. no longer. What 'twill come to, I know not.

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Cun. This is most unlucky. What's to be thought on next?

Love. I left Prudence reasoning the Cafe with her ; what will be the Conclusion, is moft uncertain, 'Oh! here she comes.

Enter Prudence.

Pru. Oh, Madam ! the faddeft News!
Phil. Why? What's the Matter?

Pru. All the Businefs is over. Poor Mr. Cuning, ham

Phil. Ha! What of him? Speak.

Pru. After a thoufand Arguments, which I usd to persuade her, the has at laft refolvid I can't speak it.

Pbil. On what? Prithee out with it.

Pru. Why, to marry the Viscount her felf, and give you and your ten thousand Pounds to Mr. Cuning bam.

Cun. Oh the bless'd News! What say you now, Madam?

Phil. I'll fwear I was in a Fright at firft." But art thou sure she'll hold in this Mind ?

Love. For fear of the worst, get all things ready, and let it be done this Moment.

Pru. Here the comes. Seem concern'd to part with her, Sir, and try how she stands refoly’d.


Enter Widow.

Cun. And must I then lose her, Prudence!
Oh, the racking Thought! Hard ! Hard ! Decree of
Fate! To part with all I hold most dear! I cannot
bear it.

(Walks about. Widow. Yes, Mr. Cuningham, our Stars will have it fo.

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Tis hard indeed to part: But fince there is no way left to save your Life, (which more than all the World I prize) but this only, I have at last resolv'd (tho' much against my Will) to give my self to the Viscount.

Cun. Oh! do not name it, Madam, the very Thought is worse, than Death.

Widow. I'm sorry we are so pear a kin, but that's not the chief Reason; your Vow to marry another, and yet when I consider she was false, and had to do with more, than one, and that the Child might as

well not be yours, I think you were in the right to ! part ; So I am content (since my Hopes are loit) that you shou'd marry with my Niece. But believe me, you do not know how much I'm troubled, to see an. other take what I so much defir'd. But we muft endeavour to be satisfied.

Cun. Never ! Never! for fince I lose you, farewel to Love and Joy: The rest of Life I'll waste in SorTOW.

Enter Clodpole, whispers Lovemore.
Clod. Softly! Damaris bad me tell you, that her
Mistress stays for you at the Garden Door.

Love. Oh, very well. I'll go this Moment,

Pru. But what will you do to recal the Viscount, Madam, who left the House in Anger, nor told any one what his Designs were ?

Love, I heard him bid the Link-boy lead to the Devil Tavern. If you please, thither we'll go, and conclude upon the Matter. Á Glass or two of Wine may fetch him about again,

Widow. Truly, Mr. Lovemore, I'm much oblig'd to you, and shall endeavour to return your friendly Advice. I hope we shall live as loving Neighbours ought, but now we lose time. The Viscount may perhaps be gone, should we stay longer,

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Love. I'll but give fome Directions to my Man, and be there almost as foon as you. Widow. You will oblige as, Sir.

(Exit all but Love. and Clod. Clod. 'Tis main dark, nothing to be seen but the Sky and Stars: What can this Darkness portend ! The Almanicks this Year say, That many things will be huddled in the dark, "Love. Why, thou art an Aftrologer, Clodpole, thou talk'st so learnedly. 5. Clod. Why, truly I am but a Piece of one ; but had I been a great Schollard, I believe I shou'd have thought' on things, that never had been thought on

Love. Very likely, truly. But hark! What Noise is that? There's Brittle's House; may be lhe is coining out.


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Enter Mrs. Brittle and Damariş. • Mrs. Britt. Softly Damaris, just shut the Door, we'll not be far from it.

Dam. Is your Husband fast, Madam?

Mrs. Britt. I would not ftir till I saw him asleep; he's froring like one that's drunk.

Love. That's her Voice. Madam, where are you? Dam. There they are, Madam.

Mrs. Britt. You find, Sir, I am as good as my. Word. I hope you are a Man of Honour, as you say} get were it to do again, I should hardly venture such another bold Attempt. ' #Love.' Fear n'othing, Madam, Your Person and yoúr Honour both are fafe, whilst I am your Guard, Can none over-hear us?

Mrs. Britt. All the Family, but Damaris and I, arę gone to Bed; nor dare we be long from thence, let my Husband should wake, and miss me.


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Lovę. Talk not of parting e'er we well are met that were unkind, Madam. If you please, Madam, to walk a little farther this way, here's a Place more private, than the rest, and will best befịr our Discourse.

Mrs. Britt. Well, Şir, I'll not question your Honour any more, but trust my self with you, as you behave your self now, expect a greater Liberty another time.

Love. I'll warrant you : This way, my Charmer.
(He leads her out ; ne takes hold of Damaris, who

Mrs. Britt. Damaris !
Dam. I'm here, Madam.

(Clodpole feels with his Stick for Damaris. Clod. Damaris !Softly! Damaris ! Damaris!

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Enter Brittle, groping in the dark in a Cap and a



Britt. Where can she be gone at this time of Night?
I heard her steal down; I'll liften.

Clod. Damaris, Where art thou, Damaris !-
Odd, 'cis main dark.

Britt. Who have we here? Here's something more than ordinary. But I'll draw nearer.

(Goes towards him. Clod. Damaris, Where art thou? Britt. Here.

(In a low Voice : Clodpole feels him

with his Stick, thinks 'tis Damaris. Clod. Oh! art thou there? Well, Damaris, must not thee and I follow the Example of thy Mistress, and my Master ? I'll warrant they'll be hugeous kind to one another, for fter, you must know, has a mighty Love for her, and so belike she has for him ; or else she wou'd ne'er a . left her Husband a-bed to a come to him.


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