dam?

_Ara._ His Will, Sir, wherein he makes me his sole Executrix.

_Spr._ Will! why what the Devil does he mean, seriously I can't find it
out?

_Ara._ Why, Sir, he's gone to fight.

_Spr._ How fight, Madam! On my Soul then I believe _Friendly_'s Second.

_Ara._ You're in the right, he is so, and I am lost for ever!

_Cla._ O foolish _Friendly_, this thy Mistake has made me the most
wretched of Woman-kind! Such variety of Thoughts load my afflicted
Breast, that I know not what to think: I rave, am mad, not knowing what
my Folly may produce; I fear for both, for both my Heart does bleed.

_Ara_. Miserable Maid! nay, miserable Wife! but much more miserable
Widow! O my dear _Bonvile_!

_Spr._ Duce take me, if e're I saw a Company so Phlegmatick in all my
Life: Mr. _Venter_, prethee let's have a Song, to pass away the Time,
and put Life into the Bride.

Mr. _Ven._ With all my Heart, Mr. _Spruce_: Here, who waits?--Call in
the Musick, and desire 'em to oblige the Ladies with a new Song.

[_Servant Enter and Exit._ ]

_Cla._ Your self, Sir, you mean?

_Spr._ Nay all of us I protest.

Mr. _Ven._ Ay, ay, all of us.

_Enter Musick and others who sing._

A Dialogue set by _Seignior Baptist_.

Man. _A Woman's Love_ Woman. _And Man's is such,_
Man. _Still too little,_ Wom. _Or else too much._
Wom. _Men are Extreams,_ Man. _And Women too,_
Wom. _All, all are false,_ Man. _All, All like you._
Wom. _You'll swear and lie,_ Man. _If you'l believe,_
Wom. _And sigh and die,_ Man. _Yet still deceive._
Wom. _Your Vows and Oaths_ Man. _Your Smiles and Tears,_
Wom. _Are all but Baits,_ Man. _Are all but Snares._
Wom. _To win a Heart,_ Man. _And then destroy,_
Wom. _The easy Fool,_ Man. _The promis'd Joy._

Another Strain.

Wom. _I'le have you offer no more your Pretending,_
Man. _Nor will I suffer your modish Dissembling:_
Wom. _For Honour commands,_
Man. _And Freedom withstands,_
Wom. _What you?_
Man. _And you._
Wom. _I know wou'd have me be, your Slave,_
Man. _I know wou'd have me be, your Slave._
Wom. _O, no, no, no!_
Man. _No, no, no, no!_
Wom. _I never will agree,_
Man. _I ever will be free._

_After the Song enter Justice_ Merryman, Summerfield, _and three or four
Sailers._

_Mer._ Da