La Nu. Aurelia, help,
help me to be reveng'd upon this wretched unconsidering Heart. Aur.
Heavens, have you made the Rover happy, Madam? La Nu. Oh wou'd I had!
or that or any Sin wou'd change this Rage into some easier Passion:
Sickness and Poverty, Disgrace and Pity, all met iii one, were kinder
than this Love, this raging Fire of a proud amorous Heart. Enter
Petronella. Pet. Heavens, what's the matter? Aur. Here's Petronella,
dissemble but your Rage a little. La Nu. Damn all dissembling now, it
is too late- The Tyrant Love reigns absolute within, And I am lost,
Aurelia. Pet. How, Love! forbid it Heaven! will Love maintain ye? La
Nu. Curse on your Maxims, will they ease my Heart? Can your wise
Counsel fetch me back my Rover? Pet. Hah, your Rover, a Pox upon him.
La Nu. He's gone- gone to the Arms of some gay generous Maid, who
nobly follows Love's diviner Dictates, whilst I 'gainst Nature
studying thy dull Precepts, and to be base and infamously rich, have
barter'd all the Joys of human Life- Oh give me Love: I will be poor
and love. Pet. She's lost- but hear me- La Nu. I won't, from Childhood
thou hast trained me up in Cunning, read Lectures to me of the use of
Man, but kept me from the knowledge of the Right; taught me to jilt,
to flatter and deceive: and hard it was to learn th' ungrateful
Lessons.
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