between me and heaven; but Providence laid purgatory in your way. You have but juffice. Sand, I hear the fiddles that Sir Sampfon provided for Es own wedding; methinks it is pity they fhould not be employed when the match is so much mended. Valentine, though it be morning, we may have a dance. Fal. Any thing, my friend; every thing that looks like joy and transport. Sam Call them, Jeremy. ng. I have done diflembling now, Valentine; and if that coldnets which I have always worn before you should turn to an extreme fondnefs, you must not fufpect it. Fal. I'll prevent that fufpicion-for I intend to doat to that immoderate degree, that your fondness fhall never diftinguith itself enough to be taken notice of. If ever you feem to love too much, it must be only when I can't love enough. Ang. Have a care of promifes: you know you are apt to run more in debt than you are able to pay. Val. Therefore I yield my body as your prifoner, and make your beit on't. Ed dance. [Yo ding.] Well, madam, you have done exemplary justice, in punithing an inhuman father, and rewarding a faithful lover; but there is a third good work, which I, in particular, muit thank you for: I was an infidel to your fex, and you have converted me--for now I am convinced that all women are not, like fortune, blind in beftowing favours, either on thofe who do not merit, or who do not want them. Ang. It is an unreafonable accufation, that you lay upon our fex. You tax us with injuftice, only to cover your own want of merit. You would all have the reward of love; but few have the conftancy to stay till it becomes your due. Men are generally hypocrites and infidels;they pretend to worship, but have neither zeal nor faith. How few, like Valentine, would perfevere even to martyrdom, and facrifice their intereft to their conftancy! In admiring me, you mifplace the novelty. The miracle to-day is, that we find [Exeunt omnes. |