In vain I have consulted all my Charms, In vain this
Beauty priz'd, in vain believ'd My eyes cou'd kindle any lasting
Fires. I had forgot my Name, my Infamy, And the Reproach that Honour
lays on those That dare pretend a sober passion here. Nice Reputation,
tho it leave behind More Virtues than inhabit where that dwells, Yet
that once gone, those virtues shine no more. -Then since I am not fit
to belov'd, I am resolv'd to think on a Revenge On him that sooth'd me
thus to my undoing. [Exeunt. SCENE III. A Street. Enter Florinda and
Valeria in Habits different from what they have been seen in. Flor.
We're happily escap'd, yet I tremble still. Val. A Lover and fear!
why, I am but half a one, and yet I have Courage for any Attempt.
Would Hellena were here. I wou'd fain have had her as deep in this
Mischief as we, she'll fare but ill else I doubt. Flor. She pretended
a Visit to the Augustine Nuns, but I believe some other design carried
her out, pray Heavens we light on her. -Prithee what didst do with
Callis? Val. When I saw no Reason wou'd do good on her, I follow'd her
into the Wardrobe, and as she was looking for something in a great
Chest, I tumbled her in by the Heels, snatcht the Key of the Apartment
where you were confin'd, lockt her in, and left her bauling for help.
Flor.
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