She ventures, and he wins a comedy acted at the New Theatre in Little Lincoln's-Inn Fields by His Majesty's servants / written by a young lady.

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She ventures, and he wins a comedy acted at the New Theatre in Little Lincoln's-Inn Fields by His Majesty's servants / written by a young lady.
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Ariadne.
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London :: Printed for Hen. Rhodes ..., J. Harris ..., and Sam. Briscoe ...,
1696.
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SCENE II.

Mr. Lovewell knocks at a Door, Enter Servant.
Love.

Is Sir Roger Marwood within?

Servant.

Yes Sir, i'll acquaint him you are here, if you please to walk in.

[Lovewell goes in, returns, and after him Sir Roger drest to go out.
Love.

Sir Roger, your Servant, you're an early riser I see; I thought I had been time enough to your levee?

Sir Roger.

That you might have been, had not Sir Charles Frankford sent in great haste to speak with me; for early rising is not a fault I am often guilty of.

Love.

You are very happy, Sir Roger, to have so free access where so much Beauty is your daily Entertainment; how is it possible to defend your Heart from so many Charms the lovely Charlot, they say, is Mistress of. But is she so beautiful as the Town reports? for I never saw her.

Sir Rog.

She is indeed beyond Imagination, but of so strange and fantastical a Humour no one can please her; you have more right to pretend to her Fa∣vours than I, for she so much declares against a Man of an Estate, I dare not think of Addressing.

Love.

That can be only an extravagant way of Talking, she cannot think an Estate, where 'tis but Embellishment to both Qualifications, a Fault.

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Sir Rog.

Sir Charles indeed is of your opinion, but I am much mistaken if he does not quickly find it, the real Sentiments of her Heart; for last Night we heard she and Madam Juliana, her Cozen, discoursing in the Garden; she talkt of Love and some design she had in hand to day, she fear'd being crost in, but what that was Heaven knows.

Love.

aside.
Hah, this absolutely confirms me, 'tis real, I am impatient till I see her; well Sir Roger, I'll take my leave of you, I hinder your intended visit.

Sir Rog.

I must confess, I am very eager to see Sir Charles in hopes to hear more of his Sister's design.

Love.

Shall I see you any where in the Evening, Sir Roger?

Sir Rog.

With all my heart.

Love.

Where?

Sir Rog.

I shall be at Lockets from 8 to 10 or later.

Love.

I will, if possible, wait on you there.

[Exeunt.
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