Will. So, this is some dear Rogue that's in love with me, and this way
lets me know it; or if it be not me, she means some one whose place I
may supply. [Aside. Ang. Now I perceive The cause of thy Impatience to
be gone, And all the business of this glorious Dress. Will. Damn the
young Prater, I know not what he means. Hell. Madam, In your fair Eyes
I read too much concern To tell my farther Business. Ang. Prithee,
sweet youth, talk on, thou may'st perhaps Raise here a Storm that may
undo my Passion, And then I'll grant thee any thing. Hell. Madam, 'tis
to intreat you, (oh unreasonable!) You wou'd not see this Stranger; ;
For if you do, she vows you are undone, Tho Nature never made a Man so
excellent; And sure he'ad been a God, but for Inconstancy. Will. Ah,
Rogue, how finely he's instructed! [Aside. -'Tis plain some Woman that
has seen me en passant. Ang. Oh, I shall burst with Jealousy! do you
know the Man you speak of?- Hell. Yes, Madam, he us'd to be in Buff
and Scarlet. Ang. Thou, false as Hell, what canst thou say to this?
[To Will. Will. By Heaven- Ang. Hold, do not damn thy self- Hell. Nor
hope to be believ'd. [He walks about, they follow. Ang. Oh, perjur'd
Man! Is't thus you pay my generous Passion back? Hell. Why wou'd you,
Sir, abuse my Lady's Faith? Ang. And use me so inhumanly? Hell.
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