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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,
As a soft, virtuous, am'rous bondage here? [To Ori,

[To Lam,

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:
Our author, from his lines, has strove to paint
A witty, wild, inconftant, free gallànt :
With a gay soul, with sense, and will to rozr,
With language, and with softness fram’d to move,
With little truth, but with a world of love.
Such forms on maids in morning Numbers wait,
When fancy first instructs their hearts to beat,
When first they wish, and high for what they know not yet.
Frown not, ye fair, to think your lovers may
Reach your cold hearts by fome unguarded way;
Let Villeroy's misfortune make you wife,
There's danger
still in darkness and

surprise ;
Though from his rampart he defy'd the foe,
Prince Eugene found an aqueduct below.
With easy freedom, and a gay address,
A preffing lover feldom wants success:
Whilst the respectful, like the Greek, fits down,

wastes a ten years frege before one town.
For her own sake, lèt no forsaken maid,
Our wanderer, for want of love, upbraid;
Since'tis a secret, none should e'er confifs,
That they have lost the happy pow'r to please.
If you fufpeet the rogue inclin'd to break,
Break first, and swear you've turn’d him off a week;
As princes, when they refty statesmen doubt,
Before they can surrender, turn them out.
Whate'er you think, grave uses may be made,
And much even for inconftancy be faid
Let the good man for marriage-rites design'd,
With studious care, and diligence of mind,

over every page of womankind;
Mark every sense, and how the readings vary,
And, when be knows the worst on't, - let him marry.




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