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Lop.
Here, step into that Arbor, I'll go and see if my Servants be
remov'd, that you may be safe; I'll be with you presently, for if the
Corrigedore be rais'd—
Sil.
By Heaven! this is the Father of my Love,
What will become of me?
Enter Farmosa.
Fra.
Well; we Confidents have a sad time on't, up at all hours, and
ready upon all Occasions; And for Lying no People come near us. I
sent Antonio the key of the Garden, and this is the time he was order'd
to be in the Arbor, I think I see him, hist!
Sil.
What shall I say, by Heaven this is some Appointment with a
Rival, Oh false Dorothea!
Fa.
Nay, come—
Sil.
I will have Patience to see the end of this.
Fa.
Lord 'tis very dark! well, it's a pleasant time for Lovers, if I had
a Gallant I should love the dark excessively.
Sil.
What does the old Hagg mean?
Fa.
If a man had a mind to ravish me in the dark,
I swear, I believe I should not dare to cry out.
Sil.
Come lead me to your Mistress
Far.
Well, you have the softest hand that ever I felt.
Sil.
Here's something to soften thine.
Far.
This was not the thing I meant;
He's so dull I cannot perswade him to be rude.—this Climate has
such a heavy Influence on man in England, now the Maids are often
their Mistresses Tasters; Come then, since you are so stupid—
Sil.
Oh! Women, Women, Why do men believe 'em.
[Exeunt.
Enter Antonio.
Ant.
This Garden is so large, and 'tis so dark, I scarce can grope
this Arbour out. Oh! for my Mistress on a soft bed of Roses, yielding
as I am, with transported Sighs, then blubbering for the Joy her
Love had lost—with one hand pushing me, the other griping, till by
repeated bliss her griefs forget, and she rejoyces in the flame she
dreaded. Oh! here's the Arbor, would my Guide would come.
Lop.
Come Sir, all's clear, and I'll preserve you till the search is
over, and then take care for your escape.
Ant.
Escape, the Devil, what can this mean.
Lop.
Nay, Come Sir, come.
Ant.
I dare not disobey, but what the Event will be, Fortune knows.
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