uth.

_Will._ Curse on thy charming Tongue! dost thou return
My feign'd Contempt with so much subtilty? [Aside.
Thou'st found the easiest way into my Heart,
Tho I yet know that all thou say'st is false.
[Turning from her in a Rage.

_Ang._ By all that's good 'tis real,
I never lov'd before, tho oft a Mistress.
--Shall my first Vows be slighted?

_Will._ What can she mean? [Aside.

_Ang._ I find you cannot credit me. [In an angry tone.

_Will._ I know you take me for an errant Ass,
An Ass that may be sooth'd into Belief,
And then be us'd at pleasure.
--But, Madam I have been so often cheated
By perjur'd, soft, deluding Hypocrites,
That I've no Faith left for the cozening Sex,
Especially for Women of your Trade.

_Ang._ The low esteem you have of me, perhaps
May bring my Heart again:
For I have Pride that yet surmounts my Love.
[She turns with Pride, he holds her.

_Will._ Throw off this Pride, this Enemy to Bliss,
And shew the Power of Love: 'tis with those Arms
I can be only vanquisht, made a Slave.

_Ang._ Is all my mighty Expectation vanisht?
--No, I will not hear thee talk,-- thou hast a Charm
In every word, that draws my Heart away.
And all the thousand Trophies I design'd,
Thou hast undone-- Why art thou soft?
Thy Looks are bravely rough, and meant for War.
Could thou not storm on still?
I then perhaps had been as free as thou.

_Will._ Death! how she throws her Fire about my Soul! [Aside.
--Take heed, fair Creature, how you raise my Hopes,
Which once assum'd pretend to all Dominion.
There's not a Joy thou hast in store
I shall not then command:
For which I'll pay thee back my Soul, my Life.
Come, let's begin th' account this happy minute.

_Ang._ And will you pay me then the Price I ask?

_Will._ Oh, why dost thou draw me from an awful Worship,
By shewing thou art no Divinity?
Conceal the Fiend, and shew me all the Angel;
Keep me but ignorant, and I'll be devout,
And pay my Vows for ever at this Shrine.
[Kneels, and kisses her Hand.

_Ang._ The Pay I mean is but thy Love for mine.
--Can you give that?

_Will._ Intirely-- come, let's withdraw: where I'll renew my Vows,-- and
breathe 'em with such Ardour, thou shall not doubt my Zeal.

_Ang._ Thou hast a Power too strong to be resisted.
[Ex. _Will._ and _Angelica_.

_Moret._ Now my Curse go with you-- Is all our Project fallen to this?
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