No,
tho my Fortune should depend on thee; nay, all my hope of future
happiness- by Heaven, I scorn to marry thee, unless thou couldst
convince me thou wer't honest- a Whore!- Death, how it cools my Blood-
Will. And fires mine extremely- La Nu. Nay, then I am provok'd tho I
spoil all- [Aside. And is a Whore a thing so much despis'd? Turn back,
thou false forsworn- turn back, and blush at thy mistaken folly. [He
stands amaz'd. Beau. La Nuche! Enter Aria. peeping, advancing
cautiously undrest, Luc. following. Aria. Oh, he is here- Lucia,
attend me in the Orange-grove- [Ex. Lucia. Hah, a Woman with him!
Will. Hum- what have we here? another Damsel?- she's gay too, and
seems young and handsom- sure one of these will fall to my share; no
matter which, so I am sure of one. La Nu. Who's silent now? are you
struck dumb with Guilt? thou shame to noble Love; thou scandal to all
brave Debauchery, thou Fop of Fortune; thou slavish Heir to Estate and
Wife, born rich and damn'd to Matrimony. Will. Egad, a noble Wench- I
am divided yet. La Nu. Thou formal Ass disguis'd in generous Leudness,
see- when the Vizor's off, how sneakingly that empty form appears- Nay
'tis thy own- Make much on't, marry with it, and be damn'd. [Offers to
go. Will. I hope she'll beat him for suspecting her. [He holds her,
she turns.
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