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Manet Linco.
Linc.
Love hath a Character not half so bad
As he deserves; he makes Folks mad.

Enter Tullia.
Tul.
Behold your Vassal low,
Does to your Footstool bow.

Linc.
For constant Proof of what I say,
In her the past Age present see:
A few kind Words, a wanton Smile,
Shall the amorous Crone beguile.
Tullia, forgive all past Offences.

Tul.
Joy has depriv'd me of my Senses.

Linc.
Thoughts interposing made my Tongue
Utter what did not to my Heart belong.

Tul.
I would not change my present Fate,
To be first Minister of State.
I do invite thee as my Guest,
To share in the approaching Feast,
Which great Latinus doth provide,
For Turnus and his Royal Bride.

Linc.
I will go with thee.

Tul.
I must know
On what thou dost contemplate so.

Linc.
I'm charm'd with thy Court-like Address.

Tul.
See how he eyes me!

Linc.
Thy Beauty pleases to Excess:
It doth surprize me.

Tullia, I feel thy Charms begin to move me;
Say, in pity, can you love me?
You fill, with balmy Sweets, the ambient Air.
O! would a gentle Smile but once relieve me,
No Passion would with mine compare;
You'd yield to Love, and Love would ne'er deceive ye.

Tul.
I thought, when first he seem'd so nice,
He would in time reward my Pain.

In Love-Affairs I'm still so wise,
That first, or last, I'm sure to gain.
Something is in my Face so alluring,
Such Graces procuring,
That no Beauty more is.
Young Men, and Old, alike do desire me;
Alike they do Fire me,
With passionate Stories.
They Sing, and they Caper, they Dress, and look Fine:
In hopes that Fair Tullia will one Day incline:
But Fair One, endeavour
To live honest ever,
Whate'er they design.

[Exit.