Aria. Hold, dear Captain, I
yield but on Conditions, which are these- I give you up a Maid of
Youth and Beauty, ten thousand Pound in ready Jewels here- three times
the value in Estate to come, of which here be the Writings, you
delivering me a handsom proper fellow, Heart-whole and sound, that's
all- your Name I ask not till the Priest declare it, who is to seal
the Bargain. I cannot deceive, for I let you know I am Daughter-in-law
to the English Ambassador. Beau. Ariadne!- How vain is all Man's
Industry and Care To make himself accomplish'd; When the gay
fluttering Fool, or the half-witted rough unmanner'd Brute, Who in
plain terms comes right down to the business, Out-rivals him in all
his Love and Fortunes. [Aside. Aria. Methinks you cool upon't,
Captain. Beau. Yes, Ariadne. Aria. Beaumond! Beau. Oh what a World of
Time have I mispent for want of being a Blockhead- 'Sdeath and Hell,
Wou'd I had been some brawny ruffling Fool, Some forward impudent
unthinking Sloven, A Woman's Tool; for all besides unmanageable. Come,
swear that all this while you thought 'twas I. The Devil has taught ye
Tricks to bring your Falshood off. Aria. Know 'twas you! no, Faith, I
took you for as errant a right- down Captain as ever Woman wisht for;
and 'twas uncivil egad, to undeceive me, I tell you that now.
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