you, Sir, to say?-- but should I hear thee,
Thoud'st talk away all that is brave about me:
[Follows him with the Pistol to his Breast.
And I have vow'd thy Death, by all that's sacred.

_Will._ Why, then there's an end of a proper handsom Fellow, that might
have liv'd to have done good Service yet:-- That's all I can say to't.

_Ang._ Yet-- I wou'd give thee-- time for Penitence. [Pausingly.

_Will._ Faith, Child, I thank God, I have ever took care to lead a good,
sober, hopeful Life, and am of a Religion that teaches me to believe,
I shall depart in Peace.

_Ang._ So will the Devil: tell me
How many poor believing Fools thou hast undone;
How many Hearts thou hast betray'd to ruin!
-- Yet these are little Mischiefs to the Ills
Thou'st taught mine to commit: thou'st taught it Love.

_Will._ Egad, 'twas shreudly hurt the while.

_Ang._ --Love, that has robb'd it of its Unconcern,
Of all that Pride that taught me how to value it,
And in its room a mean submissive Passion was convey'd,
That made me humbly bow, which I ne'er did
To any thing but Heaven.
--Thou, perjur'd Man, didst this, and with thy Oaths,
Which on thy Knees thou didst devoutly make,
Soften'd my yielding Heart-- And then, I was a Slave--
Yet still had been content to've worn my Chains,
Worn 'em with Vanity and Joy for ever,
Hadst thou not broke those Vows that put them on.
--'Twas then I was undone.
[All this while follows him with a Pistol to his Breast.

_Will._ Broke my Vows! why, where hast thou lived?
Amongst the Gods! For I never heard of mortal Man,
That has not broke a thousand Vows.

_Ang._ Oh, Impudence!

_Will._ _Angelica_! that Beauty has been too long tempting,
Not to have made a thousand Lovers languish,
Who in the amorous Favour, no doubt have sworn
Like me; did they all die in that Faith? still adoring?
I do not think they did.

_Ang._ No, faithless Man: had I repaid their Vows, as I did thine,
I wou'd have kill'd the ungrateful that had abandon'd me.

_Will._ This old General has quite spoil'd thee, nothing makes a Woman
so vain, as being flatter'd; your old Lover ever supplies the Defects of
Age, with intolerable Dotage, vast Charge, and that which you call
Constancy; and attributing all this to your own Merits, you domineer,
and throw your Favours in's Teeth, upbraiding him still with the Defects
of Age, and cuckold him as often as he deceives your Expectations. B