_Cla._ O foolish _Friendly_, this thy Mistake has made me the most wretched of Woman-kind! Such variety of Thoughts load my afflicted Breast, that I know not what to think: I rave, am mad, not knowing what my Folly may produce; I fear for both, for both my Heart does bleed. _Ara_. Miserable Maid! nay, miserable Wife! but much more miserable Widow! O my dear _Bonvile_! _Spr._ Duce take me, if e're I saw a Company so Phlegmatick in all my Life: Mr. _Venter_, prethee let's have a Song, to pass away the Time, and put Life into the Bride. Mr. _Ven._ With all my Heart, Mr. _Spruce_: Here, who waits?--Call in the Musick, and desire 'em to oblige the Ladies with a new Song. [_Servant Enter and Exit._ ] _Cla._ Your self, Sir, you mean? _Spr._ Nay all of us I protest. Mr. _Ven._ Ay, ay, all of us. _Enter Musick and others who sing._ A Dialogue set by _Seignior Baptist_. Man. _A Woman's Love_ Woman. _And Man's is such,_ Man. _Still too little,_ Wom. _Or else too much._ Wom. _Men are Extreams,_ Man. _And Women too,_ Wom. _All, all are false,_ Man. _All, All like you._ Wom. _You'll swear and lie,_ Man. _If you'l believe,_ Wom. _And sigh and die,_ Man. _Yet still deceive._ Wom. _Your Vows and Oaths_ Man. _Your Smiles and Tears,_ Wom. _Are all but Baits,_ Man. _Are all but Snares._ Wom. _To win a Heart,_ Man. _And then destroy,_ Wom. _The easy Fool,_ Man. _The promis'd Joy._ Another Strain. Wom. _I'le have you offer no more your Pretending,_ Man. _Nor will I suffer your modish Dissembling:_ Wom. _For Honour commands,_ Man. _And Freedom withstands,_ Wom. _What you?_ Man. _And you._ Wom. _I know wou'd have me be, your Slave,_ Man. _I know wou'd have me be, your Slave._ Wom. _O, no, no, no!_ Man. _No, no, no, no!_ Wom. _I never will agree,_ Man. _I ever will be free._ _After the Song enter Justice_ Merryman, Summerfield, _and three or four Sailers._ _Mer._ Daughter, Daughter! Where's my Daughter? I say, Where's my Daughter? O Girl, I have the best News to tell you---- _Ara._ What of my Husband, Sir? _Mer._ No, no, of your Cousin, Girl, of your Cousin. _Ara._ What of him, Sir? _Mer._ Such a Cousin, Girl, such a dear Cousin he is, as _Alexander the Great_, if he were alive, might be proud and boast of. _Ara._ You're welcome here again, Sir; You've made but a short Voyage, pray what occasion'd your Return so speedily? _Sum._ Madam, I render you ten thousand Thanks; Your Generosity and Goodness has wholly made me yours; I am the humblest of your faithful Admirers. _Ara._ Forbear such lavish Gratitude; You'r too profuse in your Acknowledgment of your small Favours. But pray be brief, and let me know the happy Occasion of this your sudden Return, I long methinks to hear it.