Lov. Let ’em take it, and the Devil do ’em Good with it; I scorn it should be said I have a Foot of Land in this ungrateful and accursed Island; I’d rather beg where Laws are obey’d, and Justice perform’d, than be powerful where Rogues and base-born Rascals rule the roast. Free. But suppose now, dear _Loveless_, that one of the Wives of these Pageant Lords should fall in love with thee, and get thy Estate again, or pay the double for’t? Lov. I wou’d refuse it. Free. And this for a little dissembl’d Love, a little Drudgery— Lov. Not a Night, by Heaven—not an Hour—no, not a single Kiss. I’d rather make love to an _Incubus_. Free. But suppose ’twere the new Protectress her self, the fine Lady _Lambert?_ Lov. The greatest Devil of all; damn her, do’st think I’ll cuckold the Ghost of old _Oliver_? Free. The better; There’s some Revenge in’t; do’st know her? Lov. Never saw her, nor care to do. Cor. Colonel, do you command me any thing? 350 Free. Yes, I’ll send thee with a Note—Let’s step into a Shop and write it; _Loveless_, stay a moment, and I’ll be with thee. [Ex. _Free._ and _Corporal_. Enter L. _Lambert_, L. _Desbro_, _Gilliflower_, _Pages_ with great Bibles, and Footmen. _Loveless_ walks sullenly, not seeing ’em. [L. _Lambert’s_ Train carried. L. Lam. O, I’m impatient to know his Name; ah, _Desbro_, he betray’d all my Devotion; and when I would have pray’d, Heav’n knows it was to him, and for him only. L. Des. What manner of Man was it? L. Lam. I want Words to describe him; not tall, nor short; well made, and such a Face— Love, Wit and Beauty revel’d in his Eyes; From whence he shot a thousand winged Darts That pierc’d quite through my Soul. L. Des. Seem’d he a Gentleman? L. Lam. A God! altho his outside were but mean; But he shone thro like Lightning from a Cloud, And shot more piercing Rays. L. Des. Staid he long? L. Lam. No, methought he grew displeas’d with our Devotion, And seem’d to contradict the Parson with his angry Eyes. A Friend he had too with him, young and handsom, Who seeing some Disorder in his Actions, got him away. —I had almost forgot all Decency, And started up to call him; but my Quality, And wanting something to excuse that Fondness, Made me decline with very much ado. Gill. Heavens, Madam, I’ll warrant they were Heroicks. L. Lam. Heroicks! Gill. Cavaliers, Madam, of the Royal Party. L. Des. They were so, I knew one of ’em. L. Lam. Ah, _Desbro_, do’st thou? Ah, Heav’ns, that they should prove Heroicks! 351 L. Des. You might have known that by the Conquest; I never heard any one o’t’ other Party ever gain’d a Heart; and indeed, Madam, ’tis a just Revenge, our Husbands make Slaves of them, and they kill all their Wives. [_Lov._ sees ’em, and starts. Lov. Hah, what have we here?—Women—faith, and handsome too—I never saw a Form more excellent; who e’er they are, they seem of Quality.—By Heav’n, I cannot take my Eyes from her. [Pointing to L. _Lamb_.