I've two led Horses too, one
thou shalt manage, and follow me thro Dangers. La Nu. A very hopeful
comfortable Life; No, I was made for better Exercises. Will. Why,
every thing in its turn, Child, yet a Man's but a Man. Beau. No more,
but if thou valuest her, Leave her to Ease and Plenty. Will. Leave her
to Love, my Dear; one hour of right-down Love, Is worth an Age of
living dully on: What is't to be adorn'd and shine with Gold, Drest
like a God, but never know the Pleasure? -No, no, I have much finer
things in store for thee. [Hugs her. La Nu. What shall I do? Here's
powerful Interest prostrate at my Feet, [Pointing to Beau. Glory, and
all than Vanity can boast; -But there- Love unadorn'd, no covering but
his Wings, [To Will. No Wealth, but a full Quiver to do mischiefs,
Laughs at those meaner Trifles- Beau. Mute as thou art, are not these
Minutes mine? But thou- ah false- hast dealt 'em out already, With all
thy Charms of Love, to this unknown- Silence and guilty Blushes say
thou hast: He all disorder'd too, loose and undrest, With Love and
Pleasure dancing in his Eyes, Tell me too plainly how thou hast
deceiv'd me. La Nu. Or if I have not, 'tis a Trick soon done, And this
ungrateful Jealousy wou'd put it in my Head. [Angrily. Beau. Wou'd! by
Heaven, thou hast- he is not to be fool'd, Or sooth'd into belief of
distant Joys, As easy as I have been: I've lost so kind An
Opportunity, where Night and Silence both Conspire with Love, had made
him rage like Waves Blown up by Storms:- no more- I know he has -Oh
what, La Nuche! robb'd me of all that I Have languish'd for- La Nu.
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