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Go, peevish Fool Whose Jealousy believes me given to change, Let thy own Torments be my just Revenge. The End of the First Act. SCENE I. A Chamber in the Doctor's House. An Antick Dance. After the Musick has plaid, enter Elaria; to her Bellemante. Ela. Heavens, Bellemante! Where have you been? Bell. Fatigu'd with the most disagreeable Affair, for a Person of my Humour, in the World.
Your Dancers have performed well, but 'twere fit we knew who we have trusted with this Evening's Intrigue. Cin. Those, Madam, who are to assist us in carrying on a greater Intrigue, the gaining of you. They are our Kinsmen. Ela. Then they are doubly welcome. Cin. Hark, what Noise is that? sure 'tis in the next Room. Scar.
Bell. How! I hope not so; I left Charmante confin'd to my Closet, when my Uncle had like to have surpriz'd us together: Is he not here? Ela. No, he's escap'd, but he has made sweet doings. Bell. Heavens, Cousin! What? Ela.
Oh, how I hate Business, which I do no more mind, than a Spark does the Sermon, who is ogling his Mistress at Church all the while: I have been ruffling over twenty Reams of Paper for my Uncle's Writings. Enter Scaramouch. Scar. So, so, the old Gentleman is departed this wicked World, and the House is our own for this Night. Where are the Sparks? where are the Sparks? Ela. Nay, Heaven knows.
Ela. Oh, there was then no danger, Cousin. Bell. No, but abundance of pleasure. Ela. Why, this is better than sighing for Charmante. Bell. That's when he's present only, and makes his Court to me; I can sigh to a Lover, but will never sigh after him: but Oh, the Beaus, the Beaus, Cousin, that I saw at Church. Ela. Oh, you had great devotion to Heaven then! Bell.
All things are order'd as I have written you at large; our Scenes and all our Properties are ready; we have no more to do but to banter the old Gentleman into a little more Faith, which the next Visit of our new Cabalist Charmante will complete. Enter some Anticks, and dance. They all sit the while. Ela.
Scar. So he is, as well as a Night-adventuring Lover can be, he has got but one Wound, Madam. Ela. How! wounded say you? Oh Heavens! 'tis not mortal. Scar. Why, I have no great skill; but they say it may be dangerous. Ela. I die with Fear, where is he wounded? Scar. Why, Madam, he is run quite through the Heart, but the Man may live, if I please. Ela. Thou please! torment me not with Riddles.
Well, for the future, let us have fair play; no Tricks to undermine each other, but which of us is chosen to be the happy Man, the other shall be content. Scar. 'Slife, let's be gone, lest we be seen in the Ladies Apartment. Enter Elaria. Ela. How now, how came you here? Ela. But what if any one by my Father's Order, or he himself should by some chance surprize us? Scar.
What said he to my Letter? Scar. What should he say? Ela. Why, a hundred dear soft things of Love, kiss it as often, and bless me for my Goodness. Scar. Why, so he did. Ela. Ask thee a thousand Questions of my Health after my last night's fright. Scar. So he did. Ela.
I shall, Sir, and see, here's your Key you look'd for. Doct. Charmante peeps out and by degrees comes all out, listning every step. Char. As he is gone off, enter Cinthio groping. Cin. Now for this lucky Rival, if his Stars will make this last part of his Adventure such. Enter Elaria with a Light. Ela. Ha, Cinthio here? Cin. Ela. Prithee hear me. Cin. Ela.
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