_Wor._ Some few Preparatives would make it easy, could I persuade you to apply 'em. Make Home Reflections, Madam, on your slighted Love: Weigh well the Strength and Beauty of your Charms: Rouse up that Spirit Women ought to bear, and slight your God, if he neglects his Angel. With Arms of Ice receive his cold Embraces, and keep your Fire for those who come in Flames. Behold a burning Lover at your Feet, his Fever raging in his Veins. See how he trembles, how he pants! See how he glows, how he consumes! Extend the Arms of Mercy to his Aid: his Zeal may give him Title to your Pity, altho' his Merit cannot claim your Love. _Aman._ Of all my feeble Sex, sure I must be the weakest, shou'd I again presume to think on Love. [_Sighing._]--Alas! my Heart has been too roughly treated. _Wor._ 'Twill find the greater Bliss in softer Usage. _Aman._ But where's that Usage to be found? _Wor._ 'Tis here, within this faithful Breast; which if you doubt, I'll rip it up before your Eyes; lay all its Secrets open to your View; and then you'll see 'twas sound. _Aman._ With just such honest Words as these, the worst of Men deceiv'd me. _Wor._ He therefore merits all Revenge can do: his Fault is such, the Extent and Stretch of Vengeance cannot reach it. O make me but your Instrument of Justice; you'll find me execute it with such Zeal, as shall convince you I abhor the Crime. _Aman._ The Rigour of an Executioner has more the Face of Cruelty than Justice: And he who puts the Cord about the Wretch's Neck, is seldom known to exceed him in his Morals. _Wor._ What Proof then can I give you of my Truth? _Aman._ There is on Earth but one. _Wor._ And is that in my Power? _Aman._ It is: And one that would so thoroughly convince me, I should be apt to rate your Heart so high, I possibly might purchase't with a part of mine. _Wor._ Then, Heav'n, thou art my Friend, and I am blest; for if 'tis in my Power, my Will I'm sure will reach it. No matter what the Terms may be, when such a Recompence is offer'd. O tell me quickly what this Proof must be! What is it will convince you of my Love? _Aman._ I shall believe you love me as you ought, if from this Moment, you forbear to ask whatever is unfit for me to grant.----You pause upon it, Sir----I doubt on such hard Terms, a Woman's Heart is scarcely worth the having. _Wor._ A Heart like yours, on any Terms is worth it; 'twas not on that I paus'd: But I was thinking [_Drawing nearer to her._] whether some things there may not be, which Women cannot grant without a Blush, and yet which Men may take without Offence. [_Taking her Hand._] Your Hand I fancy may be of the Number: O pardon me, if I commit a Rape upon it, [_Kissing it eagerly._] and thus devour it with my Kisses! _Aman._ O Heavens! let me go. _Wor._ Never, whilst I have Strength to hold you here. [_Forcing her to sit down on a Couch._] My Life, my Soul, my Goddess----O forgive me! _Aman._ O whither am I going? Help, Heaven, or I am lost.