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Scene. 37.
Enter Madamoiselle Amor, as to her Father Monsieur Sensible.
MAdam Amor.
Good Sir conceal my Passion, left it become a scorn, when once 'tis known: for all rejected Lovers are despised, and those that have some small returns of Love; yet do those saint Affections triumph vaingloriously upon those that are strong, and make them as their slaves.
Sensible.
Surely Child thy Affections shall not be divulged by me, I only wish thy Passions were as silent in thy breast, as on my tongue, as that he thou lovest so much may lie as dead and buried in thy memory.
Amor.
There's no way to bury Love, unless it buries me.
Exeunt.