Dam. Now I fhall measure, by their hopes, my own. Cim. SCENE XI. To her Cimon, finging. AIR X. Behold, and fee thy wounded lover! Whose truth from thee will ne'er depart! One gentle fmile, to heal my heart. Phill. Were in the world no man but Cimon, With me should end the name of woman, Cim. O cruel found! falfe-hearted Phillida! Phill. Yes; but 'twas, As of two evils I would choose the leaft; Stay till I'm bound to choofe, and then reproach me. Thy crying makes me laugh; his laughing makes There's all the hopeful difference. Me fleep. AIR XI. Phillida flouts me. Cim. O what a plague is love! I cannot bear it : What life fo curft can prove, Or pain come near it! In vain is all I say, Her answer ftill is nay: O difmal, doleful day! Phillida flouts me. Enter Mopfus finging. AIR XII. One long Whitfun Holiday. Mop. Ah, poor Cimon! dud a cry! Well-a-day! wipe an eye! O fy, Phillida! VOL. V. Y Το To treat him fo fcornfully, Phill. No, no, Sir Pert and Dull! Simpleton, Paperfkull! I for ever shall Therefore will give thee cause With him to cry. Cim. Toll, loll, loll, doll! Now, I pray, Who has cause most to cry, ah! well-a-day? Mop. What care I! why, let her fcoff, Cim. I can laugh; play her off, better than you. Mcp. I fay you're a greater owl. Cim. Nay, now I'm fure that's a lie. Mop. What's a lie? Cim. That's a lie! Mop. I fay, 'tis true. AIR XIII. Cruel, cruel, tyrannizing. Phill. Give over your love, you great loobies, Mop. Phill. Cim. The lafs that detefts them pursue? How! Go! Oh! I'm ready to faint? Mop. Why, truly, fhe treats us but fo, fo. Cim. (To Mopfus. O fy, fy! fuch words are uncivil. Phill. Prepare, then, to hear my last fentence. Before I'd wad either, much rather I'd ftand on the flool of repentance, And want for my bantling a father. Go!- Cim. Мор. I dare not -Let me come! Phaw waw, man, In fhort, this won't do, Mrs Vixen ! For one of us two you must now choose. Phill. Then you are the man that I fix on; are the fool I refuse. And you (Strikes each a box on the ear. and Go! The Devil would fly fuch a spouse. Mop. Phill. If there's a joy comes near recovering those We love, fure 'tis to filence those we hate. When Cimon and Mopfus are gone, Damon prefents himself to Phillida finging. Dam. Phill. Dam. Phill. AIR XIV. Dutch Skipper. See! behold, and fee; With an eye kind and relenting, Content to love, and love for life. If you, now fincere, With an honeft declaration Mean to prove your passion, And make, at once, a maid a wife. Thus for life I take thee, Never to forfake thee. Soon or late, I find our fate, To hearts aftray, Directs the way, And brings, to lafting joys, the rover home. Ever kind and tender, Conquer'd, I furrender : Prove but true, As I to you, Each Each kindling kiss Shall add a blifs, That only from the conftant lip can move. Dam. To the priest away, to bind our vows, Dam. Both. 'Twas the fault of the fex When the heart's well inclin'd, But in love, &c. PROLOGUE, WRITTEN and SPOKEN by MR GARRICK, In the Character of a DRUNKEN POET. ALL, all fall out-all that I know and feel; I will, by Heav'n-to higher powers appeal!→ Behold a Bard!-no author of to-night No, no, they can't say that, with all their fpite: Ay, you may frown (looking behind the scenes) I'm at you, great and fmall Your Poet, Players, Managers and all!- Thefe fools within here, fwear that I'm in liquor, My paffion warms me-makes my utt'rance thicker; I totter too-but that's the gout and pain, French wines, and living high, have been my bane.-- |