,
I am unus'd to this soft kind of Language:
But if there be a Charm in Words, and such
As may conjure her to return again;
Prithee instruct me in them, I'll say any thing,
Do any thing, and suffer all the Wounds
Her Eyes can give.

_Euph._ Sure he is real. [Aside.
Alas! I am discover'd; how came my Veil off?

[She pretends to recover, and wonder that her Veil is off.

_Alon._ That you have let me see that lovely Face,
May move your Pity, not your Anger, Madam;
Pity the Wounds 't has made, pity the Slave,
Who till this Moment boasted of his Freedom.

_Euph._ May I believe all this? for that we easily do in things we wish.

_Alon._ Command me things impossible to all
Sense but a Lover's, I will do't: to shew
The Truth of this, I could even give you
The last Proof of it, and take you at your Word,
To marry you.

_Euph._ O wondrous Reformation! marry me! [Laughs.

_Alon._ How, do you mock my Grief?

_Euph._ What a strange dissembling thing is Man! To put me off too, you
were to be married.

_Alon._ Hah, I had forgotten _Hippolyta_. [He starts.

_Euph._ See, _Olinda_, the Miracle increases, he can be serious too. How
do you, Sir?

_Alon._ 'Tis you have robb'd me of my native Humour,
I ne'er could think till now.

_Euph._ And to what purpose was it now?

_Alon._ Why, Love and Honour were at odds within me,
And I was making Peace between them.

_Euph._ How fell that out, Sir?

_Alon._ About a Pair of Beauties; Women,
That set the whole World at odds.
She that is Honour's Choice I never saw,
And love has taught me new Obedience here.

_Euph._ What means he? I fear he is in earnest. [Aside.

_Olin._ 'Tis nothing but his Aversion to Marriage, which most young Men
dread now-a-days.

_Euph._ I must have this Stranger, or I must die; for whatever Face I
put upon't, I am far gone in Love, but I must hide it.
[Aside.
Well, since I have mist my Aim, you shall never boast my Death; I'll
cast my self away upon the next handsom young Fellow I meet, tho I die
for't; and so farewel to you, loving Sir.
[Offers to go.

_Alon._ Stay, do not marry, as you esteem the Life of him that shall
possess you.

_Euph._ Sure you will not kill him.

_Alon._ By Heaven, I will.

_Euph._ O I'll trust you, Sir: Farewel, farewel.

_Alon._ You shall not go in triumph thus,
Unless you take me with you.

_Euph._ Well, since you are so resolv'd (and so in lo