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Whilst I thus trembling hear my fatal Doom, Like Sinners, conscious ne'er to be forgiven, I dare not lift my guilty Eyes towards Heaven. Cel. Can I hear this, and yet retain my Life? Dia. Had I but two days since beheld this Youth Thus prostrate at my Feet, I should have thought My self more blest, Than to have been that Deity he calls me. Enter Friendlove. Friend. Defend me! The Traitor here!
There only wants the Ceremony of the Law to undo what's between you and Diana, if she remain a Virgin. Bel. For me, by Heav'n she is; And for the rest, I do not doubt her Virtue. Dia. You may believe him, Sir; and this alone's the Man, in whom I will, or never will be happy. Lord. Mr. Friendlove!
I shou'd sue for that, Which my Deceit will never make me hope. Bel. And art thou true to Love, and all thy Vows? Ah, Friendlove, when thou hear'st my Story told, Thou wilt forgive, and pity me. Dia. What was't you said, Sir? Friendlove! Friend. Yes, Madam, I hope the Name can make no difference; Or hate that still, so you but love the Man. Dia.
No, not so much as in a Dream, could I divine it. Sir Tim. Is he in earnest, Mr. Friendlove? Friend. I doubt so, Sir Timothy. Sir Tim. What, does he then pretend to your Sister? Bel. Yes, and no Man else shall dare do so. Sir Tim.
Let him be blasted with the Name of Coward, That dares dispute your Orders. Dia. Dare you fight for me? Friend. With a whole Army; 'tis my Trade to fight. Dia. Nay, 'tis but a single Man. Friend. Name him. Dia. Bellmour. Friend. Of Yorkshire? Companion to young Friendlove, that came lately from Italy? Dia. Yes, do you know him? Friend.
Friend. Traitor! thou know'st me, and my bus'ness. Look on this Face, if thou dar'st look on him Whom thou hast doubly wrong'd and draw thy Sword. Bel. Thou should'st be Friendlove, Brother to Celinda. Friend. And Lover of Diana too Oh, quickly draw, Or I shall leave thee, like a Coward, dead. Bel.
Lord Plotwell eventually promises to provide for her, and at Diana's request, now she recognizes her mistake in trying to hold a man who does not love her, Bellmour is forgiven and allowed to wed Celinda as soon as the divorce has been pronounced, whilst Diana herself rewards Friendlove with her hand. Sir Tim.
So strangely sweet and charming! Nur. Marry come up, you speak well for your self; Oh intolerable loving Creature! But here comes the utmost of your Wishes. Cel. My Brother, and Bellmour! with strange Men! Enter Friendlove, Bellmour, Sir Timothy, Sham, and Sharp. Friend. Sister, I've brought you here a Lover, this is the worthy Person you have heard of, Sir Timothy Tawdrey. Sir Tim.
He now has kindly sent for me to London, I fear his Bus'ness Yet if you'll yield to marry me, We'll keep it secret, till our kinder Stars Have made provision for the blest Discovery. Come, give me your Vows, or we must part for ever. Cel. Part! Oh, 'tis a fatal Word! I will do any thing to save that Life, To which my own so nearly is ally'd. Enter Friendlove. Friend. So, forward Sister! Bel.
Bellmour sends word to Celinda, who replies in a heart-broken letter; and at the wedding feast Friendlove, who himself is deeply enamoured of Diana, appears in disguise to observe the traitor. He is followed by his sister disguised as a boy, and upon Friendlove's drawing on Bellmour a scuffle ensues which, however, ends without harm.
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