 | Margery ; Or, A Worse Plague than the Dragon |  |
SCENE I.
A Desart.Moore
solus.
Farewell, Moore-Hall—I now have broke my Chain,
I never more will darken thee again.
This Woman has a Spirit wou'd scare the Devil;
Tygers and Wolves, compar'd to her, are civil.
Alas! what mighty Deeds have I to brag on?
I'm more afraid of her, than of the Dragon.
Sooner in Desarts with wild Beasts I'll dwell,
Than with that Wife, who makes my Home a Hell.
AIR.
I never more will darken thee again.
This Woman has a Spirit wou'd scare the Devil;
Tygers and Wolves, compar'd to her, are civil.
Alas! what mighty Deeds have I to brag on?
I'm more afraid of her, than of the Dragon.
Sooner in Desarts with wild Beasts I'll dwell,
Than with that Wife, who makes my Home a Hell.
Was ever Man so much deceiv'd?
Can ever Woman be believ'd?
I thought my Love
a Turtle-Dove,
And dream'd of endless Charms;
But now I've got,
O cursed Lot!
A Dragon to my Arms.
Was ever, &c.
Can ever Woman be believ'd?
I thought my Love
a Turtle-Dove,
And dream'd of endless Charms;
But now I've got,
O cursed Lot!
A Dragon to my Arms.
Was ever, &c.
16
Cruel Swain!—
[Behind the Scenes.
Moore.
What tender, plaintive Sounds invade my Ear?
Sure Melancholy's self inhabits here:
Approach, sweet Warbler! thou perhaps may'st be
Some easy cred'lous Wretch, deceiv'd like me;
I'll not obstruct, but listen to thy Moan,
Then mingle, with thy soft Complaints, my own.
[Retires to a Corner of the Stage.
Sure Melancholy's self inhabits here:
Approach, sweet Warbler! thou perhaps may'st be
Some easy cred'lous Wretch, deceiv'd like me;
I'll not obstruct, but listen to thy Moan,
Then mingle, with thy soft Complaints, my own.
Enter Mauxalinda.
AIR.
Cruel Swain, since you forsake me,
I'll to lonely Shades betake me,
Like the mournful Turtle-Dove:
I'll to lonely Shades betake me,
Like the mournful Turtle-Dove:
While my Fondness you're disdaining,
Faithful still in soft complaining,
I'll lament my hapless Love.
Cruel Swain, &c.
Faithful still in soft complaining,
I'll lament my hapless Love.
Cruel Swain, &c.
My Mauxalinda! O transporting Sight!
Come to my Arms, thou Treasure of Delight.
[Goes to embrace her, she flies back.
17
What new Device is this, to mock my Grief?
Experience now has banish'd all Belief.
Moore.
I own my Crime; O pardon my Offence;
I'm all Confusion, Shame and Penitence.
[Kneeling.
Maux.
O Moore! I lov'd you as I did my Life—
I'd fain believe you, but you've got a Wife.
Moore.
Oh! name her not.—With thee, my Love, I'll fly
Far as the utmost Verge of Earth or Sky:
We'll traverse ev'ry Sea, and ev'ry Shore,
And ne'er approach that hated Object more.
[Maux., Moore.]
DUETTO.
Around the wide World we will wander,
Grow fonder, and fonder, and fonder;
We'll cuddle together,
To keep out the Weather,
And kiss the cold Winter away.
Grow fonder, and fonder, and fonder;
We'll cuddle together,
To keep out the Weather,
And kiss the cold Winter away.
When Sol's sultry Heat does invade us,
Green Osiers and Willows shall shade us.
We'll chirrip and sing
Like Birds in the Spring,
And frolick it all the long Day.
Around, &c.
Green Osiers and Willows shall shade us.
We'll chirrip and sing
Like Birds in the Spring,
And frolick it all the long Day.
Around, &c.
[Exeunt.
| Margery ; Or, A Worse Plague than the Dragon | |