Beau. Did you not
hear me? Draw. Will. Draw, Sir- what on my Friend? Beau. On your
Cuckold, Sir, for so you've doubly made me: Draw, or I'll kill thee-
[Passes at him, he fences with his Hat, La Nu. holds Beau. Will. Hold,
prithee hold. La Nu. Put up your Sword, this Lady's innocent, at least
in what concerns this Evening's business; I own- with Pride I own I am
the Woman that pleas'd so well to Night. Will. La Nuche! kind Soul to
bring me off with so handsom a lye: How lucky 'twas she happen'd to be
here! Beau. False as thou art, why shou'd I credit thee? La Nu. By
Heaven, 'tis true, I will not lose the glory on't. Will. Oh the dear
perjur'd Creature, how I love thee for this dear lying Virtue- Harkye,
Child, hast thou nothing to say for thy self, to help us out withal?-
[To Aria. aside. Aria. I! I renounce ye- false Man. Beau. Yes, yes, I
know she's innocent of this, for which I owe no thanks to either of
you, but to my self who mistook her in the dark. La Nu. And you it
seems mistook me for this Lady; I favour'd your Design to gain your
Heart, for I was told, that if this Night I lost you, I shou'd never
regain you: now I am yours, and o'er the habitable World will follow
you, and live and starve by turns, as Fortune pleases. Will. Nay, by
this Light, Child, I knew when once thou'dst try'd me, thou'dst ne'er
part with me- give me thy Hand, no Poverty shall part us.
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