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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.
And now the amorous Youth is all undrest, Just ready for Love's mighty Feast; With vigorous haste the Veil aside he throws, That doth all Heaven at once disclose. Swift as Desire, into her naked Arms Himself he throws, and rifles all her Charms. Good morrow, Mr. Bellmour, and to your lovely Bride, long may you live and love. Enter Bellmour above. Bel. Who is't has sent that Curse? Sir Tim.
Take Vanbrugh; and compare Constant with Sir John Brute. Take Farquhar; and compare Archer with Squire Sullen. Take Congreve; and compare Bellmour with Fondlewife, Careless with Sir Paul Plyant, or Scandal with Foresight.
I hope you are so exactly refin'd a Man of the Town, that you will not offer once to think of so dull a thing: let that alone for such cold Complexions as Bellmour here, and I, that have not attain'd to that most excellent faculty of Keeping yet, as you, Sir Timothy, have done; much to your Glory, I assure you. Sir Tim. Who, I, Sir?
Madam, this House, which I am Master of, You shall command; whilst I go seek this Bellmour. Dia. But e'er you go, I must inform you why I do pursue him with my just Revenge. Friend. I will attend, and hear impatiently. SCENE II. A Baudy House. Enter Mrs. Driver and Betty Flauntit. Flaunt.
Enter Sir Timothy, follow'd by Phillis, Sham, Sharp, and Betty Flauntit. Sir Tim. I am pursu'd by two impertinent Women; prithee, Friendlove, tell 'em I am gone out at the Backdoor, and send 'em away. Lord. What's the News here? Sir Tim. How, Celinda here, and Bellmour too! Nay, now wou'd I compound for my Life, at any rate, by Fortune. Phil.
Sir Feeb. Let. Oh Bellmour, Bellmour. Sir Feeb. Hum what's that Bellmour! Let. Hah! Sir Feeble! he would not, Sir, have us'd me thus unkindly. Sir Feeb. Oh I'm glad 'tis no worse Bellmour, quoth a! I thought the Ghost was come again. Phil. Why did you not speak, Sir, all this while? my Lady weeps with your Unkindness. Sir Feeb.
And was it thus you mourn'd my Funeral? Let. I will not justify my hated Crime: But Oh! remember I was poor and helpless, And much reduc'd, and much impos'd upon. Bel. And Want compell'd thee to this wretched Marriage did it? Let. 'Tis not a Marriage, since my Bellmour lives; The Consummation were Adultery. I was thy Wife before, wo't thou deny me? 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.
Sir Feeb. Ay, or a Ghost. Bel. Where, good Sir? Bea. Ay, where? I'd travel a hundred Mile to see a Ghost Bel. Sure, Sir, 'twas Fancy. Sir Feeb. If 'twere a Fancy, 'twas a strong one; and Ghosts and Fancy are all one if they can deceive. I tell you if ever I thought in my Life I thought I saw a Ghost Ay, and a damnable impudent Ghost too; he said he was a a Fellow here they call Bellmour. Bel.
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