-Thou, perjur'd
Man, didst this, and with thy Oaths, Which on thy Knees thou didst
devoutly make, Soften'd my yielding Heart- And then, I was a Slave-
Yet still had been content to've worn my Chains, Worn 'em with Vanity
and Joy for ever, Hadst thou not broke those Vows that put them on.
-'Twas then I was undone. [All this while follows him with a Pistol to
his Breast. Will. Broke my Vows! why, where hast thou lived? Amongst
the Gods! For I never heard of mortal Man, That has not broke a
thousand Vows. Ang. Oh, Impudence! Will. Angelica! that Beauty has
been too long tempting, Not to have made a thousand Lovers languish,
Who in the amorous Favour, no doubt have sworn Like me; did they all
die in that Faith? still adoring? I do not think they did. Ang. No,
faithless Man: had I repaid their Vows, as I did thine, I wou'd have
kill'd the ungrateful that had abandon'd me. Will. This old General
has quite spoil'd thee, nothing makes a Woman so vain, as being
flatter'd; your old Lover ever supplies the Defects of Age, with
intolerable Dotage, vast Charge, and that which you call Constancy;
and attributing all this to your own Merits, you domineer, and throw
your Favours in's Teeth, upbraiding him still with the Defects of Age,
and cuckold him as often as he deceives your Expectations.
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