[Flings away. Will. Love knows no Ceremony, no respect when once
approacht so near the happy minute. La Nu. What desperate easiness
have you seen in me, or what mistaken merit in your self, should make
you so ridiculously vain, to think I'd give my self to such a Wretch,
one fal'n even to the last degree of Poverty, whilst all the World is
prostrate at my Feet, whence I might chuse the Brave, the Great, the
Rich? [He stands spitefully gazing at her. -Still as he fires, I find
my Pride augment, and when he cools I burn. [Aside. Will. Death,
thou'rt a- vain, conceited, taudry Jilt, who wou'st draw me in as
Rooks their Cullies do, to make me venture all my stock of Love, and
then you turn me out despis'd and poor- [Offers to go. La Nu. You
think you're gone now- Will. Not all thy Arts nor Charms shall hold me
longer. La Nu. I must submit- and can you part thus from me?- [Pulls
him. Will. I can- nay, by Heaven, I will not turn, nor look at thee.
No, when I do, or trust that faithless Tongue again- may I be- La Nu.
Oh do not swear- Will. Ever curst- [Breaks from her, she holds him. La
Nu. You shall not go- Plague of this needles Pride. [Aside. -stay- and
I'll follow all the dictates of my Love. Will. Oh never hope to
flatter me to faith again. [His back to her, she holding him.
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