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Bellmour has meanwhile revealed himself to Leticia, who is plunged in despair at the nuptials. Lady Fulbank, who is present, greets Gayman and asks him to give her an assignation in the garden, but he excuses himself in order to keep his prior appointment, and she leaves him in dissembled anger.
Harry Bellmour, having killed his man in a duel, flies to Brussels, perforce leaving behind him Leticia, to whom he is affianced.
Bellmour, I shou'd be so too But I am past it Well, I have had my Pantings, and Heavings, my Impatience, and Qualms, my Heats, and my Colds, and my I know not whats But I thank my Stars, I have done with all those Fooleries. Cel. Fooleries! Is there any thing in Life but Love? Wou'dst thou praise Heaven for thy Being, Without that grateful part of it? For I confess I love. Nur. Cel.
Lord reads. My LORD, As your Goodness has been ever great towards me, so I humbly beseech you to continue it; and the greatest Proofs you can give me of it, is to use all your Interest to undo that tye between Bellmour and my self, which with such Joy you knit. I will say no more, but as you love my Life, and my dearer Honour, get a Divorce, or you will see both ruin'd in Your Diana. Lord.
Enter Diana, Bellmour fights 'em out, and leaves Celinda breathless, leaning on her Sword. Dia. I'll ne'er demand the cause of this disorder, But take this opportunity to fly To the next hands will take me up who's here? Cel. Not yet, my sullen Heart! Dia. Who's here? one wounded alas Cel. 'Tis not so lucky but who art thou That dost with so much pity ask? Dia.
I have other Matters in hand now have I four hundred Guineas in Bank, which I won last Night of Bellmour, which I'll make use of to debauch his Sister, with whom I'm damnably in love, and long for the return of my two Setting-dogs, to bring me News of the Game. Enter Sham and Sharp. Oh, are you come? Sham.
No, I must venture on Ladies, y'are welcome. Sir Tim. How, the Women? Hold, hold, Bellmour, let me choose too Come, come, unmask, and shew your pretty Faces. Flaunt. How, Sir Timothy! Sir Tim. Come, unmask, I say: a willing Wench would have shew'd all in half this time. Flaunt. Sir Tim. How, my Betty! Flaunt.
I did it, I did it; she swooned at the News, shut her self up a whole Month in her Chamber; but I presented high: she sigh'd and wept, and swore she'd never marry: still I presented; she hated, loathed, spit upon me; still, adod, I presented, till I presented my self effectually in Church to her; for she at last wisely considered her Vows were cancell'd, since Bellmour was hang'd. Bel.
That night he causes himself to be conveyed to Sir Cautious' house in a chest and Sir Cautious leads him to Lady Fulbank in bed, she supposing him to be her husband. Meanwhile Sir Feeble being with Leticia is about to enter her bed when from behind the curtains Bellmour appears unmasqued, dressed in a torn and blood-stained shirt and brandishing a dagger. Sir Feeble flies in terror.
Nay, start not, he's my own Flesh and Blood, My Nephew Baby look, look how the young Rogues stare at one another; like will to like, I see that. Let. There's something in his Face so like my Bellmour, it calls my Blushes up, and leaves my Heart defenceless. Enter Ralph. Ralph. Sir Feeb.
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