_Page_. Yes, e’er she read the Letter, ask’d your Health, And Joy dispers’d it self in Blushes through her Cheeks. _Bel_. Her Beauty makes the very Boy adore it. _Page_. And having read it, She drew her Tablets from her Pocket, And trembling, writ what I have brought you, Sir. _Bel_. Though I before had loaded up my Soul With Sins, that wou’d have weigh’d down any other, Yet this one more it bears, this Sin of Murder; And holds out still--What have I more to do, But being plung’d in Blood, to wade it through? _Enter_ Friendlove _in Masquerade. A Jigg_. _Friend_. There stands the Traitor, with a guilty Look, That Traitor, who the easier to deceive me, Betray’d my Sister; yet till I came and saw The Perjury, I could not give a Faith to’t. By Heaven, _Diana_ loves him, nay, dotes on him, I find it in her Eyes; all languishing, They feed the Fire in his: arm’d with a double Rage, I know I shall go through with my Revenge. Sir _Tim_. Fair Maid-- _Phil_. How do you know that, Sir? Sir _Tim_. I see y’are fair, and I guess you’re a Maid. _Phil_. Your Guess is better than your Eye-sight, Sir. Sir _Tim_. Whate’er you are, by Fortune, I wish you would permit me to love you with all your Faults. _Phil_. You? Pray who are you? Sir _Tim_. A Man, a Gentleman--and more, a Knight too, by Fortune. _Phil_. Then ‘twas not by Merit, Sir--But how shall I know you are either of these? Sir _Tim_. That I’m a Man, the Effects of my vigorous Flame shall prove --a Gentleman, my Coat of Arms shall testify; and I have the King’s Patent for my Title. _Phil_. For the first you may thank your Youth, for the next your Father, and the last your Money. Sir _Tim_. By Fortune, I love thee for thy Pertness. _Phil_. Is it possible you can love at all? Sir _Tim_. As much as I dare. _Phil_. How do you mean? Sir _Tim_. Not to be laught at; ‘tis not the Mode to love much; A Platonick Fop I have heard of, but this is an Age of sheer Enjoyment, and little Love goes to that; we have found it incommode, and loss of time, to make long Addresses. _Enter_ Celinda _like a Boy_. _Phil_. I find, Sir, you and I shall never agree upon this matter; But see, Sir, here’s more Company.