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Behn, Aphra

"The Rover"

[Ex. all, some one way, some another, the
Forepart of the Church shuts over, except Will. Blunt, Aria. and
Lucia. Will. She's gone, and all the Plagues of Pride go with her.
Blunt. Heartlikins, follow her- Pox on't, an I'd but as good a Hand at
this Game as thou hast, I'll venture upon any Chance- Will. Damn her,
come, let's to Dinner. Where's Fetherfool? Blunt. Follow'd a good
Woodman, who gave him the Sign: he'll lodge the Deer e'er night. Will.
Follow'd her- he durst not, the Fool wants Confidence enough to look
on her. Blunt. Oh you know not how a Country Justice may be improved
by Travel; the Rogue was hedg'd in at home with the Fear of his
Neighbours and the Penal Statutes, now he's broke loose, he runs
neighing like a Stone-Horse upon the Common. Will. However, I'll not
believe this- let's follow 'em. [Ex. Will. and Blunt. Aria. He is in
love, but with a Courtezan- some Comfort that. We'll after him- 'Tis a
faint-hearted Lover, Who for the first Discouragement gives over. [Ex.
Ariadne and Lucia. ACT II. SCENE I. The Street. Enter Fetherfool and
Sancho, passing over the Stage; after them Willmore and Blunt,
follow'd by Ariadne and Lucia. Will. 'Tis so, by Heaven, he's
chaffering with her Pimp. I'll spare my Curses on him for having her,
he has a Plague beyond 'em. -Harkye, I'll never love, nor lie with
Women more, those Slaves to Lust, to Vanity and Interest.


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