_Wild_. Why all these Tears? Ah, why this cruel Passion? L. _Gal_. Undone, undone! Unhand me, false, forsworn; Be gone, and let me rage till I am dead. What shou’d I do with guilty Life about me? _Wild_. Why, where’s the harm of what we two have done? L. _Gal_. Ah, leave me-- Leave me alone to sigh to flying Winds, That the Infection may be borne aloft, And reach no human Ear. _Wild_. Cease, lovely Charmer, cease to wound me more. L. _Gal_. Shall I survive this Shame? No, if I do, Eternal Blushes dwell upon my Cheeks, To tell the World my Crime. --Mischief and Hell, what Devil did possess me? _Wild_. It was no Devil, but a Deity; A little gay wing’d God, harmless and innocent, Young as Desire, wanton as Summer-breezes, Soft as thy Smiles, resistless as thy Eyes. L. _Gal_. Ah, what malicious God, Sworn Enemy to feeble Womankind, Taught thee the Art of Conquest with thy Tongue? Thy false deluding Eyes were surely made Of Stars that rule our Sex’s Destiny: And all thy Charms were by Inchantment wrought, That first undo the heedless Gazers on, Then shew their natural Deformity. _Wild_. Ah, my _Galliard_, am I grown ugly then? Has my increase of Passion lessen’d yours? [_In a soft Tone_. L. _Gal_. Peace, Tempter, Peace, who artfully betrayest me, And then upbraidest the Wretchedness thou’st made. --Ah, Fool, eternal Fool! to know my Danger, Yet venture on so evident a Ruin. _Wild_. Say,--what one Grace is faded? Is not thy Face as fair, thy Eyes as killing? By Heaven, much more! This charming change of Looks Raises my Flame, and makes me wish t’invoke The harmless God again. [Embraces her. L. _Gal_. By Heaven, not all thy Art Shall draw me to the tempting Sin again. _Wild_. Oh, I must, or die. L. _Gal_. By all the Powers, by-- _Wild_. Oh, do not swear, lest Love shou’d take it ill That Honour shou’d pretend to give him Laws, And make an Oath more powerful than his Godhead. --Say that you will half a long Hour hence-- L. _Gal_. Hah! _Wild_. Or say a tedious Hour. L. _Gal_. Death, never-- _Wild_. Or if you--promise me then to morrow. L. _Gal_. No, hear my Vows. _Wild_. Hold, see me die; if you resolve ‘em fatal to my Love, by Heaven I’ll do’t. [_Lays his Hand on his Sword_. L. _Gal_. Ah, what-- _Wild_. Revoke that fatal Never then. L. _Gal_. I dare not. _Wild_. Oh, say you will. L. _Gal_. Alas, I dare not utter it. _Wild_. Let’s in, and thou shalt whisper it into my Bosom; Or sighing, look it to me with thy Eyes. L. _Gal_. Ah, _Wilding_-- [_Sighs_. _Wild_. It toucht my Soul! Repeat that Sigh again. L. _Gal_. Ah, I confess I am but feeble Woman. [_Leans on him_. Sir _Char_. Good Mistress Keep-door, stand by: for I must enter. [_Sir_ Char. _without_. L. _Gal_. Hah, young Meriwill’s Voice!