Luc. You'll hardly mend your self in
this. Aria. What, because he held Discourse with a Curtezan? Luc. Why,
is there no danger in her Eyes, do ye think? Aria. None that I fear,
that Stranger's not such a fool to give his Heart to a common Woman;
and she that's concern'd where her Lover bestows his Body, were I the
Man, I should think she had a mind to't her self. Luc. And reason,
Madam: in a lawful way 'tis your due. Aria. What all? unconscionable
Lucia! I am more merciful; but be he what he will, I'll to this
cunning Man, to know whether ever any part of him shall be mine. Luc.
Lord, Madam, sure he's a Conjurer. Aria. Let him be the Devil, I'll
try his Skill, and to that end will put on a Suit of my Cousin
Endymion; there are two or three very pretty ones of his in the
Wardrobe, go carry 'em to my Chamber, and we'll fit our selves and
away- Go haste whilst I undress. [Ex. Lucia. [Ariadne undressing
before the Glass. Enter Beaumond tricking himself, and looks on
himself. Beau. Now for my charming Beauty, fair La Nuche- hah-
Ariadne- damn the dull Property, how shall I free my self? [She turns,
sees him, and walks from the Glass, he takes no notice of her, but
tricks himself the Glass, humming a Song. Aria. Beaumond! What Devil
brought him hither to prevent me? I hate the formal matrimonial Fop.
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