 | The Fatal Extravagance |  |
SCENE IV.
Bellmour, Courtney, Louisa, Belinda.*Bel.
O, my Brother,
Shall those be ruin'd, whom I might preserve?
Give your Consent, I'll strait comply with Bargrave,
And strive to save you all tho' I shou'd perish.
Lou.
Kind Sister now!
Bell.
Too generous Maid! Forbear—
Court.
I fear 'twere now too late, by Terms like these,
To win him. Int'rest only can prevail.
Bell.
Yet let me try—
Lou.
For Heav'ns Sake, Bellmour, yield.
Belinda may avert the threaten'd Blow,
And Woodly's Liberty procure. Who knows
But Bargrave only takes this cruel Means
To force your Approbation and Consent?
Or shou'd Belinda fall, all you wou'd say
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Court.
There is no Harm in Tryal. Be advis'd.
Bell.
I'll ne'er consent.
Court.
Yet let her hold a Parley,
And seem at least to yield. Some Good may happen.
Lou.
Nothing but Ruin else.
Bell.
Then I'll withdraw.
Court.
I'll bring him in.
Bel.
Louisa, leave me too.
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