Aria. Faith no. I saw you, lik'd ye, and had
a mind to ye. Will. Ay, Child- Aria. In short, I took ye for a Man of
Honour. Will. Nay, if I tell the Devil take me. Aria. I am a Virgin in
Distress. Will. Poor Heart. Aria. To be marry'd within a Day or two to
one I like not. Will. Hum- and therefore wouldst dispose of a small
Virgin Treasure (too good for silly Husbands) in a Friend's Hands:
faith, Child- I was ever a good religious charitable Christian, and
shall acquit my self as honestly and piously in this Affair as becomes
a Gentleman. Enter Abevile with Musick. Abev. Come away, are ye all
arm'd for the Business? Aria. Hah, arm'd! we are surpriz'd again.
Will. Fear not. [Draws. Aria. Oh God, Sir, haste away, you are already
wounded: but I conjure you, as a Man of Honour, be here at the Garden
Gate to night again, and bring a Friend, in case of Danger, with you;
and if possible I'll put my self into your Hands, for this Night's
Work has ruin'd me- [Speaking quick, and pushing him forwards runs
off. Abev. My Master sure not gone yet- [Peeping advancing. Will.
Rascals, tho you are odds, you'll find hot Work in vanquishing. [Falls
on 'em. Abev. Hold, Sir, I am your Page. Do you not know me? and these
the Musick you commanded- shall I carry em where you order'd, Sir?
Will. They take me for some other, this was lucky.
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