L. _Ful_. You are at leisure now, I thank you, Sir. Last Night when I with all Love’s Rhetorick pleaded, And Heaven knows what last Night might have produced, You were engag’d! False Man, I do believe it, And I am satisfied you love me not. [_Walks away in scorn_. _Gay_. Not love you! Why do I waste my Youth in vain pursuit, Neglecting Interest, and despising Power? Unheeding and despising other Beauties. Why at your feet are all my Fortunes laid, And why does all my Fate depend on you? L. _Ful_. I’ll not consider why you play the Fool, Present me Rings and Bracelets; why pursue me; Why watch whole Nights before my senseless Door, And take such Pains to shew your self a Coxcomb. _Gay_. Oh! why all this? By all the Powers above, by this dear Hand, And by this Ring, which on this Hand I place, On which I’ve sworn Fidelity to Love; I never had a Wish or soft Desire To any other Woman, Since _Julia_ sway’d the Empire of my Soul. L. _Ful_. Hah, my own Ring I gave him last night. [_Aside_. --Your Jewel, Sir, is rich: Why do you part with things of so much value, So easily, and so frequently? _Gay_. To strengthen the weak Arguments of Love. L. _Ful_. And leave your self undone? _Gay_. Impossible, if I am blest with _Julia_. L. _Ful_. Love’s a thin Diet, nor will keep out Cold. You cannot satisfy your Dunning Taylor, To cry--I am in Love! Though possible you may your Seamstress. _Gay_. Does ought about me speak such Poverty? L. _Ful_. I am sorry that it does not, since to maintain This Gallantry, ‘tis said you use base means, Below a Gentleman. _Gay_. Who dares but to imagine it’s a Rascal, A Slave, below a beating--what means my _Julia_? L. _Ful_. No more dissembling, I know your Land is gone --I know each Circumstance of all your Wants; Therefore--as e’er you hope that I should love you ever-- Tell me--where ‘twas you got this Jewel, Sir. _Gay_. Hah--I hope ‘tis no stol’n Goods; [_Aside_. Why on the sudden all this nice examining? L. _Ful_. You trifle with me, and I’ll plead no more. _Gay_. Stay--why--I bought it, Madam-- L. _Ful_. Where had you Money, Sir? You see I am No Stranger to your Poverty. _Gay_. This is strange--perhaps it is a secret. L. _Ful_. So is my Love, which shall be kept from you. [_Offers to go_. _Gay_. Stay, _Julia_--your Will shall be obey’d, [_Sighing_. Though I had rather die than be obedient, Because I know you’ll hate me when ‘tis told. L. _Ful_. By all my Vows, let it be what it will, It ne’er shall alter me from loving you. _Gay_. I have--of late--been tempted-- With Presents, Jewels, and large Sums of Gold. L. _Ful_. Tempted! by whom? _Gay_. The Devil, for ought I know. L. _Ful_. Defend me, Heaven! the Devil? I hope you have not made a Contract with him. _Gay_. No, though in the Shape of Woman it appear’d. L. _Ful_. Where met you with it?