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to free me by the hands of virtue. Here, on my knees, I humbly beg my fair preserver's pardon ; my thanks are needless, for myself I owe. And now for ever do protest
old Mir. Tall, all, di, dall. [Sings.] Kiss me, daughter -No, you shall kiss me first, [To Lamorce.] for you're the cause on't. Well, Bisarre, what say you to the Captain ?
Bif. I like the beast well enough, but don't understand his
paces so well as to venture him in a strange road. Old Mir. But marriage is so beaten a path that you Bis. Ay, 'tis so beaten that the way is spoiled.
Dur. There is but one thing should make me thy hurband— I could marry thee to-day for the privilege of beating thee to-morrow.
Old Mir. Come, come, you may agree for all this. Mr. Dugard, are not you pleased with this?
Dug. So pleased, that if I thought it might secure your son's affection to my fister, I would double her fortune.
Mir. Fortune ! has she not given me mine, my life, estate, my all, and what is more, her virtuous felf? • Virtue, in this so advantageous life, has her own spark
ling charms, more tempting far than glittering gold or glory:'. Behold the foil (Pointing to Lamorce.) that sets this brightness off! [To Oriana. ) Here view the pride [To Oriana.) and scandal of the sex. [To Lam.] * There
[To Lam.) the false meteor, whofe deluding light leads
mankind to destruction. Here [To Oriana.] the bright • shining star that guides to a security of happiness. A
garden, and a single she, [To Oriana.] was our first fa• ther's bliss ; the tempter, [To Lam.] and to wander, was * his curse.'
What liberty can be fo tempting there,
END of the FIFTH Act,
Written by NATHANIEL Rowe, Esq.
FROM Fletcher's great original, to-day
We took the hint of this our modern play:
wastes a ten years frege before one town.
over every page of womankind;
pit pior Bells British Theatre July 1777.
the Character of LORD FROTH. laugh. I always laugh alene.