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Now I am lost, and hope is fled for ever, there's no way left t' accomplish my desire, nor how to bring about my wish'd for vengeance; I am a Pris'ner now, confin'd to one I hate above the World, and forc'd to love what I have cause to hate, the treacherous Amorous, but he is gone, fled to Eudoria's Bosome, and there is lodg'd a happy loving Guest.
Still, still in the reeling posture; what ne're leave me? ha, where am I? what, in my Landladies Chamber? now if I had not made an Oath to the contrary, I would venture to sa∣lute her: pox 'twas a foolish Oath, and ought not to be kept by a person of Honour, she kisses smartly, that's my comfort. By your leave Lady, I must have a touch with you.
What mean you Sir?
Nothing but honesty by my Sobriety, you have such a taking way with you, such a delicious turn of the lip, and so charming a breath, that I am almost ravish'd.
Whither Sir?
To your Bed, it is a very convenient Utensil, and ought not to stand for a Cypher in a Ladies Chamber, these melting lips—Nay by my Honour, if you are coy I shall be a De∣vil, come, come, be as you should be, a delightfull yielding Female, I am sound I'll promise you, you may venture, dear Rogue—
Venture what Sir?
To add one horn more to your Husband's Forehead, come, come, I know you love to make him a Cuckold.
A Cuckold Sir?
Yes, yes a Cuckold, I have made him one my self.
How?
In my sleep Lady, and there I thought you were so brisk, so airy, and so charming; and if you seem'd to be so then, I am sure you cannot chuse but be all pleasure now; come, dis∣patch.
I shall be forc'd to cry a Rape if you provoke me thus.
With all my heart, who would not venture on a Wo∣man for such a trifle? come along Lady, whilst you cry I'll act, and then see who'll have the best on't.
Help, help, a Rape, a Rape.
Pox what need you baule so loud, we shall disturb the Neighbours.
What means this Rudeness Sir?
Nothing but Civility by my Honour: meer Passion by Iove, and who can be angry at a Passion?
It ill becomes you, especially in my House, Sir Geoffry.
Nay if you are angry I have done, Good morrow Landlord, I'll goe to bed and sleep, and Dream, and so forth.
Can you see this and not revenge the Injury? can you behold the honour of your Wife at stake, and not protect her; or at least, not offer to destroy the foul Abuser?
He's drunk, he's drunk, and knows not what he does.
Were it Sir Generall, or any other but this Goatish Geoffry, you would have entertained a strange Suspicion, and with a Jealousy as unrestrain'd as ever fury could invent, have hunted both to ruine, but now—
Enough, enough, let this content you, that I ne're before did entertain so fair a thought of Woman as now I do of thee: my foolish Jealousy still prompted me to think it was im∣possible you could be honest, or stand the Tryall of the least Temptation; but now I find thou hast a secret Virtue, which I will cherish ever: come let's retire.
All Iealous Pangs you by this Act remove, And now I shall renew Decaying Love.