_I she whom once so many did admire, Whose Wit and Charms the coldest Hearts cou'd fire! Now wretched Maid, and most unhappy Wife, In Sighs and in Complaints must end my Life. Abandoned by my Husband, e're enjoyed, With thoughts of Pleasure, yet untasted, cloy'd. He leaves me now to my sad Frights a Prey; O, my dear_ Bonvile! _whither dost thou stray? Unheard, alas! I make my amarous Moans; The Winds and Waves refuse to bear my Groans: Eccho her self can't suffer my Complaint, But with repeated Sighs grows tir'd and faint. Where to find him, good Heaven direct me! For losing him, I more than lose my self._ [_Rises, and_ Exit. _Sum._ I must after her, she's worth my Acquaintance, and has good Moveables about her I perceive, what e're the Ready is. The next Turning has a most convenient Hollow for the Purpose, and there I'll make her sure. Now Luck, or never. [_Exit after_ Arabella. _Reenter_ Arabella, _and_ Summerfield _after her._ _Ara._ I'm at a stand already, and know not where I am. _Sum._ I'll direct you, Madam; Well overtaken. _Ara._ Bless me, Sir; What are you? _Sum._ A Man. _Ara._ An honest Man, I hope? _Sum._ Yes faith in some Respects, I'm very honest, but not altogether so; I were not fit to live in the World if I were too honest, Child. _Ara._ Alas! then I begin to fear: Pray tell me what you are? _Sum._ Why, faith, an honest Thief. _Ara._ How, honest, and yet a Thief? I never heard they were of Kin before; Pray, Heaven, I find it now. _Sum._ Indeed! a very honest Thief. _Ara._ Well, Sir, since that's your Title, pray use me kindly: Nay, I'm sure you will, there's something in your Looks which speaks you mild and noble. _Sum._ Yes, I am a Gentleman, and you shall find me so; for I'll not offer you the least shew of Violence, or offer to corrupt your Chastity; tho indeed you are tempting Fair, and might inflame a colder Heart than mine: Yet Ravishing's no part of my Profession as yet; or if it were, you look so charming Innocent, you wou'd disarm my wildest Thoughts. _Ara._ Blessings on your Goodness! _Sum._ Are you a Maid, or Wife? _Ara._ I am both, Sir. _Sum._ Then this it seems is your Wedding-day, and these the Hours of Interim that keep you in that double State? _Ara._ Indeed you are in the right. _Sum._ Come then, I'll be brief, and hinder not your desired _Hymen_. You have some superfluous Toys I see about you, which you must deliver; I mean, that Chain of Gold and Pearl about your Neck, and those pretty Bracelets about your Arms, (pray, Heaven, they prove not Emblems of the combined Hemp which is to halter mine); come, Madam, pray deliver 'em. _Ara._ Nay, I intreat you, Sir, to take 'em, for I cannot give 'em, they are lock'd you see, and truly I have not the Key about me; it may be you are furnish'd with Instruments that may unloose 'em, I pray do.