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SCENE VII.
Enter Linco in a Gentleman's Dress, follow'd by Tullia.Linc.
Fortune, like a wanton Gipsie,
Often turns Things upside down,
When she's grown a little tipsie,
In a Trice, Sir,
She will give a sudden Rise, Sir,
To a Justice from a Clown.
The Reason why
Must ne'er be known.
Enter Tullia.
Tul.
Linco, is it thee alone?
Linc.
Let Freedom less, and more Respect be shown.
Tul.
I find the Proverb verify'd,
Set a Beggar on Horseback, and he'll ride.
Linc.
My Neice Dorinda, you have heard,
A Gentlewoman is declar'd;
And 'tis but Reason good that I
Should State assume accordingly.
Tul.
Illustrious Linco, let us now—
Linc.
What?
Tul.
That I'm not marry'd yet, you know.
Linc.
What then?
Tul.
I have enough exprest,
Spare my Shame, and guess the rest.
Linc.
I cannot guess, I'm such a Dunce;
Take Heart, and out with't all at once.
Tul.
Then to make plain the Matter, I
Thy wedded Wife would gladly be.
Linc.
Too high for Linco you were late,
'Tis my turn now, and I take State.
For I remember—.
Tul.
What dost thou remember?
Linc.
Thus pensive I go,
And utter my Woe.
Tul.
Not so much Cruelty,
I prithee now, my Linco, I do conjure thee.
I long to be thy Bride.
All Day I long to eye thee,
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I do assure thee.
[Exeunt
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