Oh, no swearing, dear Captain- [Aside to him. Will. If
it were possible I should ever be inclin'd to marry, it should be some
kind young Sinner, one that has Generosity enough to give a favour
handsomely to one that can ask it discreetly, one that has Wit enough
to manage an Intrigue of Love- oh, how civil such a Wench is, to a Man
than does her the Honour to marry her. Ang. By Heaven, there's no
Faith in any thing he says. Enter Sebastian. Sebast. Madam, Don
Antonio- Ang. Come hither. Hell. Ha, Antonio! he may be coming hither,
and he'll certainly discover me, I'll therefore retire without a
Ceremony. [Exit Hellena. Ang. I'll see him, get my Coach ready.
Sebast. It waits you, Madam. Will. This is lucky: what, Madam, now I
may be gone and leave you to the enjoyment of my Rival? Ang. Dull Man,
that callst not see how ill, how poor That false dissimulation looks-
Be gone, And never let me see thy cozening Face again, Lest I relapse
and kill thee. Will. Yes, you can spare me now,- farewell till you are
in a better Humour- I'm glad of this release- Now for my Gipsy: For
tho to worse we change, yet still we find New Joys, New Charms, in a
new Miss that's kind. [Ex. Will. Ang. He's gone, and in this Ague of
My Soul The shivering Fit returns; Oh with what willing haste he took
his leave, As if the long'd for Minute were arriv'd, Of some blest
Assignation.
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