Will. Oh, you destroy me with this Endearment. [Impatient to be gone. —Death, how shall I get away?—Madam,’twill not be fit I should be seen with you—besides, it will not be convenient—and I’ve a Friend—that’s dangerously sick. Ang. I see you’re impatient—yet you shall stay. Will. And miss my Assignation with my Gipsy. [Aside, and walks about impatiently. Hell. Madam, [_Moretta_ brings _Hellena_, who addresses her self to _Angelica_. You’l hardly pardon my Intrusion, When you shall know my Business; And I’m too young to tell my Tale with Art: But there must be a wondrous store of Goodness Where so much Beauty dwells. Ang. A pretty Advocate, whoever sent thee, —Prithee proceed—Nay, Sir, you shall not go. [To _Will._ who is stealing off. Will. Then shall I lose my dear Gipsy for ever. —Pox on’t, she stays me out of spite. [Aside. Hell. I am related to a Lady, Madam, Young, rich, and nobly born, but has the fate To be in love with a young _English_ Gentleman. Strangely she loves him, at first sight she lov’d him, But did adore him when she heard him speak; For he, she said, had Charms in every word, That fail’d not to surprize, to wound, and conquer— Will. Ha, Egad I hope this concerns me. [Aside. Ang. ’Tis my false Man, he means—wou’d he were gone. This Praise will raise his Pride and ruin me—Well, 73 Since you are so impatient to be gone, I will release you, Sir. [To _Will._ Will. Nay, then I’m sure ’twas me he spoke of, this cannot be the Effects of Kindness in her. [Aside. —No, Madam, I’ve consider’d better on’t, And will not give you cause of Jealousy. Ang. But, Sir, I’ve—business, that— Will. This shall not do, I know ’tis but to try me. Ang. Well, to your Story, Boy,—tho ’twill undo me. [Aside. Hell. With this Addition to his other Beauties, He won her unresisting tender Heart, He vow’d and sigh’d, and swore he lov’d her dearly; And she believ’d the cunning Flatterer, And thought her self the happiest Maid alive: To day was the appointed time by both, To consummate their Bliss; The Virgin, Altar, and the Priest were drest, And whilst she languisht for the expected Bridegroom, She heard, he paid his broken Vows to you. Will. So, this is some dear Rogue that’s in love with me, and this way lets me know it; or if it be not me, she means some one whose place I may supply. [Aside. Ang. Now I perceive The cause of thy Impatience to be gone, And all the business of this glorious Dress. Will. Damn the young Prater, I know not what he means. Hell. Madam, In your fair Eyes I read too much concern To tell my farther Business. Ang. Prithee, sweet Youth, talk on, thou may’st perhaps Raise here a Storm that may undo my Passion, And then I’ll grant thee any thing. Hell. Madam,’tis to intreat you, (oh unreasonable!) You wou’d not see this Stranger; 74 For if you do, she vows you are undone, Tho Nature never made a Man so excellent; And sure he’ad been a God, but for Inconstancy.