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Cla. Cruel Antonio, come, lets go give 'em Joy. Ant. And finish our Affair with Mr. Vicar. Joy to my noble Lord, and you, fair Isabella! Isa. Cla. Your Honour I hope will pardon him. Isa. Jac. I give your Honour joy. Isa. Thank thee, poor Creature. Fran.
Pish, I doe but drill her For you, friend; you shall have her, say your Captaine Sayes it, whose words doe ventilate destruction To all who do oppugn what they designe. Sir Gef. Come, you shall love me. Cla. Sir Gef. Madam! madam! shees in her old fitt! Cla.
Ant. Fran. And so, Mistress, come your ways to your Chamber. Jul. Cla. Ah, Antonio, I find by that sad look of yours, you have over-heard our hasty Doom. Ant.
Wou'd Carlos knew your heart, sure he'd decline; for he has too much Honor to compel a Maid to yield that loves him not. Cla. 'Tis true, he is above me every way, and the Honor my Father thinks to do our Family by this Match, makes him resolve upon't; but I have given my Vows to young Antonio. Jul.
Tis confest; but we Are like thinne christall glasses that will crack By touching one another: I coniure thee By all our past love, from this parting minute Nere to behold me more. I dare not venter My frailty with thee. Thu. What immodesty Has my demeaner uttred you should doubt Ravishing from me? Cla.
Captaine, we must give place; these girles are firebrands, And we as straw before them. Suc. Enter Thurston. Cla. Have you oreheard us? these are the lads will do't, When 20 such as you will be cast off. Thu. Like a bob'd Hawke. Mrs, if I mistake not, Your mother does inquire for you. Bel. Cla. Doe not goe, wench; we shall scarce be honest. Thu.
There is a lady, Of such a perfect virtue, grace and sweetnes, That Nature was to all our sex beside A niggard, only bountiful to her; One whose harmonious bewtie may intitule All hearts its captive: yet she doats on you With such a masculine fancy that to love her Is duty in you. Thu. It is herselfe, Ime sure. Tho. It surely is no other. Cla.
I do protest unto you, beauteous Lady, You do not cast a favorable aspect. Bel. I am no Plannet. Crac. Captaine, you doe me palpable affront: She is the election of my understanding. Sir Geff. Retort not so abstrusly. Cla. Hey day, where did you borrow this? Crac. Baffeld before my Mrs? Death to fame! Captaine, good Captaine. Suc.
Louis could not have brought us all a greater surprise, or one that would have been more highly valued." Little Emily patted and kissed the faces, and soon learned to designate them, "pit mam and mam Cla," for pretty mamma and mamma Clara.
He sayes my mother was the originall Of Bonviles slaunder; and how impious Twere for a child to thinke so, filiall duty Instructs my knowlidge. Cla. Be not confident; Your piety may misleade you. Though your mother, Shees passion like to us; we had it from her. Ile say no more; the event will testifie Whoes in the fault. Enter Sucket and Crackby. Suc.
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