Page 64
ACT. V.
SCENE I.
WAst not Lucky?
Lucky! Fortune is your own, and 'tis her interest so to be; By Heaven I believe you can con∣troul her power, and she fears it; though chance brought my Lord, 'twas your own art that turned it to advantage.
'Tis true it might have been my ruine—but yon∣ders my Lord, I believe he's coming to find you, I'le not be seen.
So; I durst not own my introducing my Lord, though it succeeded well for her, for she would have suspect∣ed a design which I should have been puzled to excuse. My Lord is thoughtful—I'le be so too; yet he shall know my thoughts; or think he does—
What have I done?
Talking to himself!
'Twas honest—And shall I be rewarded for it? No, 'twas honest, therefore I shan't;—Nay, rather, therefore I ought not; for it rewards it self.
Unequall'd Virtue!
But should it be known! then I have lost a Friend! He was an ill Man, and I have gain'd; for half my self I lent him, and that, I have recall'd; so I have served my self, and what is yet better, I have served a worthy Lord to whom I owe my self.
Excellent Man!
Yet I am wretched—O there is a secret burns within this Breast, which should it once blaze forth, would ruine all, consume my honest Character, and brand me with the name of Villain.