_h.e.l.l._ Madam, [_Moretta_ brings _h.e.l.lena_, who addresses her self to _Angelica_.
You"l hardly pardon my Intrusion, When you shall know my Business; And I"m too young to tell my Tale with Art: But there must be a wondrous store of Goodness Where so much Beauty dwells.
_Ang._ A pretty Advocate, whoever sent thee, --Prithee proceed-- Nay, Sir, you shall not go.
[To _Will._ who is stealing off.
_Will._ Then shall I lose my dear Gipsy for ever.
--Pox on"t, she stays me out of spite. [Aside.
_h.e.l.l._ I am related to a Lady, Madam, Young, rich, and n.o.bly born, but has the fate To be in love with a young _English_ Gentleman.
Strangely she loves him, at first sight she lov"d him, But did adore him when she heard him speak; For he, she said, had Charms in every word, That fail"d not to surprize, to wound, and conquer--
_Will._ Ha, Egad I hope this concerns me. [Aside.
_Ang._ "Tis my false Man, he means-- wou"d he were gone.
This Praise will raise his Pride and ruin me-- Well, Since you are so impatient to be gone, I will release you, Sir. [To _Will._
_Will._ Nay, then I"m sure "twas me he spoke of, this cannot be the Effects of Kindness in her. [Aside.
--No, Madam, I"ve consider"d better on"t, And will not give you cause of Jealousy.
_Ang._ But, Sir, I"ve-- business, that--
_Will._ This shall not do, I know "tis but to try me.
_Ang._ Well, to your Story, Boy,-- tho "twill undo me. [Aside.
_h.e.l.l._ With this Addition to his other Beauties, He won her unresisting tender Heart, He vow"d and sigh"d, and swore he lov"d her dearly; And she believ"d the cunning Flatterer, And thought her self the happiest Maid alive: To day was the appointed time by both, To consummate their Bliss; The Virgin, Altar, and the Priest were drest, And whilst she languisht for the expected Bridegroom, She heard, he paid his broken Vows to you.
_Will._ So, this is some dear Rogue that"s in love with me, and this way lets me know it; or if it be not me, she means some one whose place I may supply.
[Aside.
_Ang._ Now I perceive The cause of thy Impatience to be gone, And all the business of this glorious Dress.
_Will._ d.a.m.n the young Prater, I know not what he means.
_h.e.l.l._ Madam, In your fair Eyes I read too much concern To tell my farther Business.
_Ang._ Prithee, sweet Youth, talk on, thou may"st perhaps Raise here a Storm that may undo my Pa.s.sion, And then I"ll grant thee any thing.
_h.e.l.l._ Madam,"tis to intreat you, (oh unreasonable!) You wou"d not see this Stranger; For if you do, she vows you are undone, Tho Nature never made a Man so excellent; And sure he"ad been a G.o.d, but for Inconstancy.
_Will._ Ah, Rogue, how finely he"s instructed! [Aside.] --"Tis plain some Woman that has seen me _en pa.s.sant._
_Ang._ Oh, I shall burst with Jealousy! do you know the Man you speak of?--
_h.e.l.l._ Yes, Madam, he us"d to be in Buff and Scarlet.
_Ang._ Thou, false as h.e.l.l, what canst thou say to this? [To _Will._
_Will._ By Heaven--
_Ang._ Hold, do not d.a.m.n thy self--
_h.e.l.l._ Nor hope to be believ"d. [He walks about, they follow.
_Ang._ Oh, perjur"d Man!
Is"t thus you pay my generous Pa.s.sion back?
_h.e.l.l._ Why wou"d you, Sir, abuse my Lady"s Faith?
_Ang._ And use me so inhumanly?
_h.e.l.l._ A Maid so young, so innocent--
_Will._ Ah, young Devil!
_Ang._ Dost thou not know thy Life is in my Power?
_h.e.l.l._ Or think my Lady cannot be reveng"d?
_Will._ So, so, the Storm comes finely on. [Aside.
_Ang._ Now thou art silent, Guilt has struck thee dumb.
Oh, hadst thou still been so, I"d liv"d in safety.
[She turns away and weeps.
_Will._ Sweetheart, the Lady"s Name and House-- quickly: I"m impatient to be with her.-- [Aside to _h.e.l.lena_, looks towards _Angel._ to watch her turning; and as she comes towards them, he meets her.
_h.e.l.l._ So now is he for another Woman. [Aside.
_Will._ The impudent"st young thing in Nature!
I cannot persuade him out of his Error, Madam.
_Ang._ I know he"s in the right,-- yet thou"st a Tongue That wou"d persuade him to deny his Faith. [In Rage walks away.
_Will._ Her Name, her Name, dear Boy-- [Said softly to _h.e.l.l._
_h.e.l.l._ Have you forgot it, Sir?
_Will._ Oh, I perceive he"s not to know I am a Stranger to his Lady.
[Aside.
--Yes, yes, I do know-- but-- I have forgot the-- [_Angel._ turns.
--By Heaven, such early confidence I never saw.
_Ang._ Did I not charge you with this Mistress, Sir?
Which you denied, tho I beheld your Perjury.
This little Generosity of thine has render"d back my Heart.
[Walks away.
_Will._ So, you have made sweet work here, my little mischief; Look your Lady be kind and good-natur"d now, or I shall have but a cursed Bargain on"t.