ARTHUR.
Do not condemn yourself forever, Virtuous fair, you were born to love.
OLIVER.
Why, you say true, Sir Arthur, she was ybere to it so well as her mother: but I pray you shew us some zamples or reasons why you will not marry.
DELIA.
Not that I do condemn a married life, For tis no doubt a sanctimonious thing: But for the care and crosses of a wife, The trouble in that world that children bring; My vow is in heaven in earth to live alone, Husbands, howsoever good, I will have none.
OLIVER.
Why, then che will live Bachelor too. Che zet not a vig by a wife, if a wife zet not a vig by me. Come, shalls go to dinner?
FATHER.
Tomorrow I crave your companies in Mark-lane: Tonight we"ll frolic in Master Civet"s house, And to each health drink down a full carouse.
FINIS