a most pernicious honourable Lover, a perjur'd-- honest--
nay, a very Husband.
[Turns away, he holds her.

_Aria._ Hah, sure 'tis the Captain.

_Will._ Prithee, Child, let's leave 'em to themselves, they'l agree
matters I'll warrant them when they are alone; and let us try how Love
and Good-nature will provide for us.

_Aria._ Sure he cannot know me?-- Us!-- pray who are you, and who am I?

_Will._ Why look ye, Child, I am a very honest civil Fellow, for my
part, and thou'rt a Woman for thine; and I desire to know no more at
present.

_Aria._ 'Tis he, and knows not me to be the same he appointed to
day-- Sir, pursue that Path on your right Hand, that Grove of
Orange-Trees, and I'll follow you immediately.

_Will._ Kind and civil-- prithee make haste, dear Child.
[Exit. _Will._

_Beau._ And did you come to call me back again? [Lovingly.

_La Nu._ No matter, you are to be marry'd, Sir--

_Beau._ No more, 'tis true, to please my Uncle, I have talk'd of some
such thing; but I'll pursue it no farther, so thou wilt yet be mine, and
mine intirely-- I hate this _Ariadne_-- for a Wife-- by Heaven I do.

_Aria._ A very plain Confession. [Claps him on the back.

_Beau._ _Ariadne!_

_La Nu._ I'm glad of this, now I shall be rid of him. [Aside.] --How
is't, Sir? I see you struggle hard 'twixt Love and Honour, and I'll
resign my Place--
[Offers to go, _Ariadne_ pulls her back.

_Aria._ Hold, if she take him not away, I shall disappoint my Man--
faith, I'll not be out-done in Generosity.
[Gives him to _La Nuche_.
Here-- Love deserves him best-- and I resign him-- Pox on't I'm honest,
tho that's no fault of mine; 'twas Fortune who has made a worse
Exchange, and you and I should suit most damnably together.
[To _Beau._

_Beau._ I am sure there's something in the Wind, she being in the
Garden, and the Door left open. [Aside.] --Yes, I believe you are
willing enough to part with me, when you expect another you like better.

_Aria._ I'm glad I was before-hand with you then.

_Beau._ Very good, and the Door was left open to give admittance to a
Lover.

_Aria._ 'Tis visible it was to let one in to you, false as you are.

_La Nu._ Faith, Madam, you mistake my Constitution, my Beauty and my
Business is only to be belov'd not to love; I leave that Slavery for you
Women of Quality, who must invite, or die without the Blessing; for
likely the Fool you make choice of wants Wit or Confidence to a