Car. This is flat Conjuration. Shift. What's your Worship on foot?
Hunt. I never saw his Worship on foot before. Car. Sirrah, none of
your Jests, this must be by diabolical Art, and shall cost the
Seignior dear- Men of my Garb affronted- my Jennet vanisht- most
miraculous- by St. Jago, I'll be revenged- hah, what's here- La Nuche-
[Surveys her at a distance. Enter La Nuche, Aurelia, Sancho. La Nu. We
are pursu'd by Beaumond, who will certainly hinder our speaking to
Willmore, should we have the good fortune to see him in this Crowd-
and yet there's no avoiding him. Beau. 'Tis she, how carefully she
shuns me! Aur. I'm satisfied he knows us by the jealous Concern which
appears in that prying Countenance of his. Beau. Stay, Cruel, is it
Love or Curiosity, that wings those nimble Feet? [Holds her. [Lucia
above and Ariadne.] Aria. Beaumond with a Woman! Beau. Have you forgot
this is the glorious Day that ushers in the Night shall make you mine?
the happiest Night that ever favour'd Love! La Nu. Or if I have, I
find you'll take care to remember me. Beau. Sooner I could forget the
Aids of Life, sooner forget how first that Beauty charm'd me. La Nu.
Well, since your Memory's so good, I need not doubt your coming. Beau.
Still cold and unconcern'd! How have I doated, and how sacrific'd,
regardless of my Fame, lain idling here, when all the Youth of Spain
were gaining Honour, valuing one Smile of thine above their Laurels!
La Nu.
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