Will. Indeed, his Love is doubtful;
for here- I trace him in a new pursuit- which if you can this Night
prevent, perhaps you fix him. La Nu. Hah, pursuing a new Mistress!
there thou hast met the little Resolution I had left, and dasht it
into nothing- but I have vow'd Allegiance to my Interest- Curse on my
Stars, they cou'd not give me Love where that might be advanc'd- I'll
hear no more. [Gives him Money. Enter Shift. Enter Shift. Shift. Sir,
there are several Strangers arriv'd, who talk of the old Oracle. How
will you receive 'em? Will. I've business now, and must be excus'd a
while.- Thus far- I'm well; but I may tell my Tale so often o'er,
till, like the Trick of Love, I spoil the pleasure by the repetition.-
Now I'll uncase, and see what Effects my Art has wrought on La Nuche,
for she's the promis'd Good, the Philosophick Treasure that terminates
my Toil and Industry. Wait you here. [Ex. Will. Enter Ariadne in Mens
Clothes, with Lucia so drest, and other Strangers. Aria. How now,
Seignior Operator, where's this renowned Man of Arts and Sciences,
this Don of Wonders?- hah! may a Man have a Pistole's Worth or two of
his Tricks? will he shew, Seignor? Shift. Whatever you dare see, Sir.
Aria. And I dare see the greatest Bug-bear he can conjure up, my
Mistress's Face in a Glass excepted.
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