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SCENE IV.
A Street.Enter Abrahamides solus.
Abr.
With what unequal tempers are we form'd!
What tho' adorn'd with splendor, arm'd with power,
Obedient Tailors tremble at my nod;
Tho' at each club the chair of honour's plac'd
For me alone; what tho' on every slate,
My name stands foremost—still I am unhappy;
I groan beneath the complicated pangs
Of love and of ambition!—Ye jarring pair,
Why do you join to rack a heart like mine?
Yet why should love be e'er denied the brave?
Is there no way to reap the fruit of both?
Conceal my love, ambition yet may thrive:
Come, plausive Prudence, neither vice nor virtue,
Yet worth them all; pale-fac'd Hypocrisy,
Lend thy smooth smile to hide my close design:
And, friendly Caution, with thy timid eye,
Watch, lest some spy should dog me to my haunt.
[Exit.
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