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SCENE V.

LOVEGIRLO, STORMANDRA.
LOVEGIRLO.
Surely this is some Holiday in Hell,
And Ghosts are let abroad to take the Air,
For I have seen a Dozen Ghosts to-night
Dancing in merry Mood the winding Hayes,
If Ghosts all lead such merry Lives as these,
Who wou'd not be a Ghost!

STORMANDRA.
Art thou not one?

LOVEGIRLO.
What do I see, ye Stars? Is it Stormandra?

STORMANDRA.
Art thou Lovegirlo?—oh! I see thou art.
But tell me, I conjure, art thou not dead?

LOVEGIRLO.
No, by my Soul I am not.

STORMANDRA.
May I trust thee?
Yet if thou art alive, what dost thou here
Without Stormandra?—but thou needst not say,
I know thy Falshood, yes, perfidious Fellow,
I know thee false as Water or as Hell;
Falser than any thing but thy self—

LOVEGIRLO.
Or thee.
Dares thus the Devil to rebuke our Sin!
Dares thus the Kettle say the Pot is black!
Canst thou upbraid my Falshood! thou! who still
Art ready to obey the Porter's Call,
At any Hour, to any sort of Guest;
Thy Person is as common as the Dirt,
Which Pickadilly leaves on ev'ry Heel.

STORMANDRA.
Can I hear this, ye Stars! injurious Man!
May I be ever bilk'd!—May I ne'er fetch
My Watch from Pawn, if I've been false to you.

LOVEGIRLO.
Oh! Impudence unmatch'd! canst thou deny
That thou hast had a thousand diff'rent Men?

STORMANDRA.
If that be Falshood, I indeed am false,
And never Lady of the Town was true;
But tho' my Person be upon the Town,
My Heart has still been fix'd on only you.