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SCENE VI. The Street. Enter Bellmour at the door, knocks, and enter to him from the House, Phillis. Phil. Oh, are you come, Sir? I'll call my Lady down. Bel. Oh, haste, the Minutes fly leave all behind. Hah, what noise is that? 'Tis coming this way, I tremble with my fears hah, Death and the Devil, 'Tis he Enter Sir Feeble and his Men arm'd, goes to the door, knocks.
Enter Gayman with his Hat and Money in't, Sir Cautious in a rage, Sir Feeble, Lady Fulbank, Leticia, Captain Noisey, Bellmour. Sir Cau. A hundred Pound lost already! Oh Coxcomb, old Coxcomb, and a wise Coxcomb to turn Prodigal at my Years, why, I was bewitcht! Sir Feeb. Shaw, 'twas a Frolick, Sir, I have lost a hundred Pound as well as you.
Is't possible, Leticia, thou wou'dst fly To foreign Shores with me? Let. Can Bellmour doubt the Soul he knows so well? Bel. Perhaps in time the King may find my Innocence, and may extend his Mercy: Mean time I'll make provision for our Flight. Let. But how 'twixt this and that can I defend My self from the loath'd Arms of an impatient Dotard, That I may come a spotless Maid to thee? Bel.
Sir Feeb. Ah Bel. Go not to Bed, I guard this sacred Place, And the Adulterer dies that enters here. Sir Feeb. Oh why do I shake? sure I'm a Man, what art thou? Bel. I am the wrong'd, the lost and murder'd Bellmour. Sir Feeb. O Lord! it is the same I saw last night Oh! hold thy dread Vengeance pity me, and hear me Oh! a Parson a Parson what shall I do Oh! where shall I hide my self? Bel.
I am that Maid he loves, and who hates him. Friend. Hate him! Dia. To Death. Friend. Dia. He sighs and turns away am I again defeated? Surely I am not fair, or Man's insensible. Friend. Say, Madam, can you love a Man that dies for you? Dia. The way to gain me, is to fight with Bellmour.
Sir, I believe those happy ones that know you Had been far kinder, but I'm indeed a Stranger. Bel. Cel. Oh, how he melts my Soul! Bel. O, dost thou mock my Griefs? by Heaven, he did. Stay, Sir, he's gone. Enter Charles Bellmour. Char. The Rogue took Courage, when he saw there was no Remedy; but there's no hurt done on either side. Lord.
Bellmour, you are not to know, 'tis with the Consent of Celinda, that you come I must bear all the blame, what Mischief soever comes of these Night-Works. Enter Bellmour. Oh, are you come Your Hour was Twelve, and now 'tis almost Two. Bel. I could not get from Friendlove Thou hast not told Celinda of my coming? Nur. No, no, e'en make Peace for me, and your self too. Bel.
And in three Weeks, should you wed a Cynthia, you'd be a Monster. Sir Tim. What, thou meanest a Cuckold, I warrant. God help thee! But a Monster is only so from its Rarity, and a Cuckold is no such strange thing in our Age. Enter Bellmour and Friendlove. But who comes here? Bellmour! Ah, my little dear Rogue! how dost thou? Ned Friendlove too! Dear Lad, how dost thou too?
Sir Timothy Tawdrey is by the wishes of his mother and the lady's father designed for Celinda, who loves Bellmour, nephew to Lord Plotwell. A coxcomb of the first water, Sir Timothy receives a sharp rebuff when he opens his suit, and accordingly he challenges Bellmour, but fails to appear at the place of meeting.
But yet she need not speak, a Look's sufficient To call up all my Sins to my undoing She comes Oh Heav'n! she comes Enter Celinda and Diana. Cel. Sir, in Obedience to your Commands, I've brought the Lady. Dia. How! The perfidious Bellmour! The only Object of my Hate and Scorn. Bel.
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