_Enter_ Bellemante, _with a Candle in one Hand, and a Book in the other_.
_Bell_. I am in a _Belle_ Humor for Poetry to-night; I"ll make some Boremes on Love. [_She writes and studies_.
_Out of a great Curiosity,--A Shepherd did demand of me_.-- No, no,--_A Shepherd this implor"d of me_.
[_Scratches out, and writes a-new_.
Ay, ay, so it shall go.--_Tell me, said he, can you resign?-- Resign_, ay, what shall rhyme to _Resign?--Tell me, said he_.-- [_She lays down the Tablets, and walks about_.
[Harlequin _peeps from under the Table, takes the Book, writes in it, and lays it up before she can turn_.
[_Reads_.] Ay, ay, so it shall be,--_Tell me, said he, my_ Bellemante; _Will you be kind to your_ Charmante?
[_Reads those two lines, and is amaz"d_.
Ha, Heav"ns! What"s this? I am amaz"d!
--And yet I"ll venture once more. [_Writes and studies_.
--_I blushed and veil"d my wishing Eyes_.
[_Lays down the Book, and walks as before_.
--_Wishing Eyes_! [Har. _writes as before_.
[_She turns and takes the Tablet_.
--_And answer"d only with my Sighs_.
Ha! What is this? Witchcraft, or some Divinity of Love?
Some Cupid sure invisible.
Once more I"ll try the Charm. [_Writes_.
--Cou"d I a better way my Love impart?
[_Studies and walks_.
--_Impart_-- [_He writes as before_.
--_And without speaking, tell him all my Heart_.
--"Tis here again, but where"s the Hand that writ it?
[_Looks about_.
--The little Deity that will be seen But only in his Miracles. It cannot be a Devil, For here"s no Sin nor Mischief in all this.
_Enter_ Charmante. _She hides the Tablet, he steps to her, and s.n.a.t.c.hes it from her and reads_.
_Char_. reads.
_Out of a great Curiosity, A Shepherd this implor"d of me.
Tell me, said he, my_ Bellemante, _Will you be kind to your_ Charmante?
_I blush"d, and veil"d my wishing Eyes, And answer"d only with my Sighs.
Cou"d I a better way my Love impart?
And without speaking, tell him all my Heart_.
_Char_. Whose is this different Character? [_Looks angry_.
_Bell_. "Tis yours for ought I know.
_Char_. Away, my Name was put here for a blind.
What Rhiming Fop have you been clubbing Wit withal?
_Bell_. Ah! _mon Dieu!--Charmante_ jealous?
_Char_. Have I not cause?--Who writ these Boremes?
_Bell_. Some kind a.s.sisting Deity, for ought I know.
_Char_. Some kind a.s.sisting c.o.xcomb, that I know.
The Ink"s yet wet, the Spark is near I find.--
_Bell_. Ah, _Malheureuse_! How was I mistaken in this Man?
_Char_. Mistaken! What, did you take me for an easy Fool to be impos"d upon?--One that wou"d be cuckolded by every feather"d Fool; that you"d call a _Beau un Gallant Homme_. "Sdeath! Who wou"d doat upon a fond She-Fop?--a vain conceited amorous Coquette.
[_Goes out, she pulls him back_.
_Enter_ Scaramouch _running_.
_Sea_. Oh Madam! hide your Lover, or we are all undone.
_Char_. I will not hide, till I know the thing that made the Verses.
[_The Doctor calling as on the Stairs_.
_Doct. Bellemante_, Niece,--_Bellemante_.
_Scar_. She"s coming, Sir.--Where, where shall I hide him?
--Oh, the Closet"s open!
[_Thrusts him into the Closet by force_.
_Enter_ Doctor.
_Doct_. Oh Niece! Ill Luck, Ill Luck, I must leave you to night; my Brother the Advocate is sick, and has sent for me; "tis three long Leagues, and dark as "tis, I must go.--They say he is dying. Here, take my Keys, [_Pulls out his Keys, one falls down_.
and go into my Study, and look over all my Papers, and bring me all those mark"d with a Cross and figure of Three, they concern my Brother and I.
[_She looks on_ Scaramouch, _and makes pitiful Signs, and goes out_.
--Come, _Scaramouch_, and get me ready for my Journey; and on your Life, let not a Door be open"d till my Return.
[_Exeunt_.
_Enter_ Mopsophil. Har. _peeps from under the Table_.
_Har_. Ha! _Mopsophil_, and alone!
_Mop_. Well, "tis a delicious thing to be rich; what a world of Lovers it invites: I have one for every Hand, and the Favorite for my Lips.
_Har_. Ay, him wou"d I be glad to know. [_Peeping_.
_Mop_. But of all my Lovers, I am for the Farmer"s Son, because he keeps a Calash--and I"ll swear a Coach is the most agreeable thing about a Man.
_Har_. Ho, ho!
_Mop_. Ah, me,--What"s that?
[_He answers in a shrill Voice_.