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a Da Pot e to for THEATRICAL RE PRES E WTATION, AS PERFORMed at the
THEATRES. R O Y AL, PRURY-LANE AND cov ENT - GARDEN.
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Before Count BA Lew IN’s House. Enter VILLERoy and CARLos.
This constancy of yours will establish an immortal reputation among the women.
Wil. If it would establish me with Isabella
Car. Follow her, follow her: Troy town was won at last.
Vil. I have follow’d her these seven years, and now but live in hopes.
Car. But live in hopes! Why, hope is the ready road, the lover’s baiting-place; and, for aught you know, but one stage short of the possession of your mistress.
Vil. But my hopes, I fear, are more of my own making than hers; and proceed rather from my wishes, than any encouragement she has given me.
Car. That I cann’t tell: the sex is very various: there are no certain measures to be prescrib'd or follow'd, in making our approaches to the women. All that we have to do, I think, is to attempt 'em in the weakest part. Press them but hard, and they will all fall under the necessity of a surrender at last. That favour comes at once; and sometimes when we least expect it. Wit. I shall be glad to find it so. Car. You will find it so. Every place is to be taken, that is not to be reliev'd : she must comply. Pil. I’m going to visit her. Car. What interest a brother. in-law can have with her, depend upon. Wil. I know your interest, and I thank you. Car. You are prevented ; see, the mourner comes; She weeps, as seven years were seven hours; So fresh, unfading, is the memory Of my poor brother's, Biron's, death: I leave you to your opportunity. [Exit Vil. Tho' I have taken care to root her from our house, I would transplant her into Villeroy's There is an evil fate that waits upon her, To which, I wish him wedded—Only him : His upstart family, with haughty brow, (Tho' Villeroy and myself are seeming friends) Looks down upon our house; his sister too, Whose hand I ask'd, and was with scorn refus'd,
Lives in my breast, and fires me to revenge.They bend this way—
Perhaps, at last, she seeks my father's doors;
Enter VILLERo Y, with Is A Be LLA and her little Son.
Isa. Why do you follow me? you know I am
Vil. I must be always your friend.
Isa. I have known, and found you
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