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no human stratagem, but by my providential stars, designed to shew the dangers wandering youth incurs, by the pursuit of an unlawful love; to plunge me headlong in the snares of vice, and then to free me by the hands of virtue : Here, on my knees, I humbly beg my fair preserver's pardon; my thanks are needless, for myself I owe : And now, for ever, do protest me yours.
Old Mir. Tall, all di dall! [Sings.] Kiss me, daughter—no, you shall kiss me first, [To Lamorce.] for you're the cause ou’t.-Well, Bisarre, what say you to the captain ?
Bis. I like the beast well enough, but I don't understand his paces so well as to venture him in a
Old Mir. But marriage is so beaten a path, that you can't go wrong.
Bis. Ay, 'tis so beaten that the way is spoiled.
Dur. There is but one thing should make me thy husband I could marry thee to-day, for the privilege of beating thee to-morrow.
Old Mir. Come, come, you may agree for all this; -Mr Dugar.', are not you pleased with this ?
Dug. So pleased, that, if I thought it might secure your son's affection to my sister, I would double her fortune.
Y. Mir. Fortune ! Has she not given me mine? my life-estatemy
all ? and what is more, her virtuous self?-Behold the foil [Pointing to LAMORCE.] that sets this brightness off! [TO ORIANA.] Here view the pride, [To ORIANA.] and scandal of the sex!
What liberty can be so tempting there,
[To LAMORCE, As a soft, virtuvus, am'rous bondage here?