Love is reveng'd for all her Scorn. Her Cheeks with
Blushes covered were, And tender Sighs her Bosom warm; A softness in
her Eyes appear, Unusual Pains she feels from every Charm: To Woods
and Ecchoes now she cries, [bis. For Modesty to speak denies. Aria.
Come, help to undress me, for I'll to this Mountebank, to know what
success I shall have with my Cavalier. [Unpins her things before a
great Glass that is fasten'd. Luc. You are resolv'd then to give him
admittance? Aria. Where's the danger of a handsom young Fellow? Luc.
But you don't know him, Madam. Aria. But I desire to do, and time may
bring it about without Miracle. Luc. Your Cousin Beaumond will forbid
the Banes. Aria. No, nor old Carlos neither, my Mother's precious
Choice, who is as sollicitous for the old Gentleman, as my
Father-in-Law is for his Nephew. Therefore, Lucia, like a good and
gracious Child, I'll end the Dispute between my Father and Mother, and
please my self in the choice of this Stranger, if he be to be had.
Luc. I should as soon be enamour'd on the North Wind, a Tempest, or a
Clap of Thunder. Bless me from such a Blast. Aria. I'd have a Lover
rough as Seas in Storms, upon occasion; I hate your dull temperate
Lover, 'tis such a husbandly quality, like Beaumond's Addresses to me,
whom neither Joy nor Anger puts in motion; or if it do, 'tis visibly
forc'd- I'm glad I saw him entertain a Woman to day, not that I care,
but wou'd be fairly rid of him.
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