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Updated: June 3, 2025
Bear witness to my Vows May every Plague that Heaven inflicts on Sin, Fall down in Thunder on my Head, If e'er I marry any but Celinda Or if I do not marry thee, fair Maid. Nur. Heartily sworn, as I vow. Cel. And here I wish as solemnly the same: May all arrive to me, If e'er I marry any Man but Bellmour! Nur. We are Witnesses, as good as a thousand. Friend.
Disarm'd! by Heav'n, you shall not so escape A Rage that is too just here to give o'er. SCENE IV. Changes to the Inside of Friendlove's Lodgings. Enter Celinda, as before, met by Nurse. Nur. Oh, Madam, here's Mr. Bellmour; he has wounded my young Master, who deny'd him Entrance, and is come into the House, and all in Rage demands his Wife. Cel. Oh Heav'n! Demands his Wife!
Ods bobs, I'm glad on't, Sirrah; But are you real, Bellmour? Bel. As sure as I'm no Ghost. Gay. We all can witness for him, Sir. Sir Feeb.
As your Friend the Hostess has it in a Play too, I take it, Ends which you pick up behind the Scenes, when you go to be laught at even by the Player-Women. Sir Tim. Wilt thou have done? By Fortune, I'll endure no more Nur. Murder, Murder! Cel. Hold, hold. Enter Friendlove, Bellmour, Sham and Sharp. Friend. What's the matter here? Why, how now, Sir Timothy, what, up in Arms with the Women?
Friend. Bel. Dia. Oh, my dear Bellmour! Sham, and Sharp draw, and run into several Corners, with signs of Fear. Friend. Be gone, and let me meet it. Cel. That thou mayst do through mine, but no way else. Friend. Here are too many to encounter, and I'll defer my Vengeance. Char. Stay, Sir, we must not part so. Drawing at the same Door, that Sir Tim. is sneaking out at. Slave! Dost thou tremble?
Shatter has pawn'd the Horses. Sir Tim. I had forgot it A pox on't, this 'tis to have a Partner in A Coach; by Fortune, I must marry and set up a whole one. SCENE IV. Lord Plotwell's House. Enter Charles Bellmour, and Trusty. Trusty. Mr. Charles, your Brother, my young Master Bellmour, is come. Char.
Pray ask no Questions, Sir; but if you are what you seem, Give a Protection to an unhappy Maid. Do not reply, but let us haste away. Cel. Hah What do I hear! sure, 'tis Diana. Madam, with haste, and joy, I'll serve you. I'll carry her to my own Lodgings. Enter Bellmour, Sir Tim. Sham, and Sharp. Sir Tim. Lord, Lord, that you should not know your Friend and humble Servant, Tim.
I do, who has oft spoke of Bellmour; We travel'd into Italy together But since, I hear, He fell in love with a fair cruel Maid, For whom he languishes. Dia. Heard you her Name? Friend. Diana, rich in Beauty, as in Fortune. Dia. Let your good Wishes for your Friend alone, Lest he being happy, you shou'd be undone. For he and you cannot be blest at once. Friend. How, Madam! Dia.
No, that wou'd not do, the Baggage was damnably in love with a young Fellow they call Bellmour, a handsome young Rascal he was, they say, that's truth on't; and a pretty Estate: but happening to kill a Man he was forced to fly. Bel. That was great pity, Sir. Sir Feeb.
Well, your News. News, Sir? I know of none, but of my Master's being this Morning Sir Tim. Ay, there it is behind Southampton House. Married this Morning. Sir Tim. How! Married! 'Slife, has he serv'd me so? Sham. The Boy is drunk Bellmour married! Yes, indeed, to the Lady Diana. Sir Tim. Diana! Mad, by Fortune; what Diana? Niece to the Lord Plotwell. Sir Tim.
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