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Madam, a Gentleman and a Lady below in a Coach knockt me up, and say they must speak with your Ladyship. L. Ful. Who can it be, at this odd time of neither Night nor Day? Enter Leticia, Bellmour, and Phillis. Let. Sir Cau. So, here's another sad Catastrophe! L. Ful. Hah does Bellmour live? is't possible? Believe me, Sir, you ever had my Wishes; And shall not fail of my Protection now. Bel.
Ay, Sir, 'tis a Revenge fit only for a Whore to take And the Affront you receiv'd to Night, was by mistake. Sir Tim. Mistake! how can that be? Sham. Why, Sir, did you not mind, that he that drew upon Bellmour, was in the same Dress with you. Sir Tim. How shou'd his be like mine? Sham.
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.
The longing Bridegroom hastens to his Bed; Whilst she with all the languishment of Love, And sad Despair, casts her fair Eyes on me, Which silently implore, I would deliver her. To this and bear Leticia off by force. But see she comes Enter Lady Fulbank, Sir Cautious, Sir Feeble, Leticia, Bearjest, Noisey, Gayman. Exit Bellmour. Sir Feeb. Lights there, Ralph. And my Lady's Coach there Bea.
Hah! said he Leticia? Sure, I shall turn to Marble at this News: I harden, and cold Damps pass through my senseless Pores. Hah, who's here? Enter Gayman wrapt in his Cloke. Gay. Bel. Death and the Devil the Bridegroom! Gay. Hah! what art thou that durst forbid me Entrance? Stand off. Bel. Gayman! Gay. My dearest Bellmour! Bel. Oh thou false Friend, thou treacherous base Deceiver! Gay.
I warrant thee, Nurse Oh, how I hope and fear this Night's Success! SCENE II. A Chamber. Enter to her Bellmour and Nurse. Cel. Oh Heavens! Mr. Bellmour at this late Hour in my Chamber! Bel. Yes, Madam; but will approach no nearer till you permit me; And sure you know my Soul too well to fear. Cel. I do, Sir, and you may approach yet nearer, And let me know your Business. Bel.
But since my Brother came from Italy, And brought young Bellmour to our House, How very little thou hadst said of him! How much above thy Praise, I found the Youth! Nur. Very pretty! Cel. Or I must die. Nur.
At the same time he reveals his love as though he told the tale of another, but he is met with scorn and only bidden to fight the husband who has repulsed her. Bellmour, meantime, in despair and rage at his misery plunges into reckless debauchery, and in company with Sir Timothy visits a bagnio, where they meet Betty Flauntit, the knight's kept mistress, and other cyprians.
Enter Gayman like a Ghost, with a Torch. Sir Cau. Oh Lord, oh Lord! Gay. Sir Feeb. Gay. Thou call'st in vain, fond Wretch for I am Bellmour, Whom first thou robb'st of Fame and Life, And then what dearer was, his Wife. Sir Cau. Oh Lord oh Lord! Enter L. Fulbank in an undress, and Pert undrest. L. Ful. Heavens, what noise is this? Sir Feeb. Stay, Madam, stay 'tis I, a poor trembling Mortal.
Yet to the World with so bewitching Arts, Your dazling Beauty you around display, And triumph in the Spoils of broken Hearts, That sink beneath your feet, and croud your Way. Ah! suffer now your Cruelty to cease, And to a fruitless War prefer a Peace. Enter Ralph with Light, Sir Feeble, and Bellmour Sir Feeb.
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