d fall in love with thee, and get thy Estate again,
or pay the double for't?

_Lov._ I wou'd refuse it.

_Free._ And this for a little dissembl'd Love, a little Drudgery--

_Lov._ Not a Night, by Heaven-- not an Hour-- no, not a single Kiss. I'd
rather make love to an _Incubus_.

_Free._ But suppose 'twere the new Protectress her self, the fine Lady
_Lambert_?

_Lov._ The greatest Devil of all; damn her, do'st think I'll cuckold the
Ghost of old _Oliver_?

_Free._ The better; There's some Revenge in't; do'st know her?

_Lov._ Never saw her, nor care to do.

_Cor._ Colonel, do you command me any thing?

_Free._ Yes, I'll send thee with a Note-- Let's step into a Shop and
write it; _Loveless_, stay a moment, and I'll be with thee.
[Ex. _Free._ and _Corporal_.

Enter L. _Lambert_, L. _Desbro_, _Gilliflower_, _Pages_ with great
Bibles, and Footmen. _Loveless_ walks sullenly, not seeing 'em.
[L. _Lambert's_ Train carried.

_L. Lam._ O, I'm impatient to know his Name; ah, _Desbro_, he betray'd
all my Devotion; and when I would have pray'd, Heav'n knows it was to
him, and for him only.

_L. Des._ What manner of Man was it?

_L. Lam._ I want Words to describe him; not tall, nor short; well made,
and such a Face--
Love, Wit and Beauty revel'd in his Eyes;
From whence he shot a thousand winged Darts
That pierc'd quite through my Soul.

_L. Des._ Seem'd he a Gentleman?

_L. Lam._ A God! altho his outside were but mean;
But he shone thro like Lightning from a Cloud,
And shot more piercing Rays.

_L. Des._ Staid he long?

_L. Lam._ No, methought he grew displeas'd with our Devotion,
And seem'd to contradict the Parson with his angry Eyes.
A Friend he had too with him, young and handsom,
Who seeing some Disorder in his Actions, got him away.
--I had almost forgot all Decency,
And started up to call him; but my Quality,
And wanting something to excuse that Fondness,
Made me decline with very much ado.

_Gill._ Heavens, Madam, I'll warrant they were Heroicks.

_L. Lam._ Heroicks!

_Gill._ Cavaliers, Madam, of the Royal Party.

_L. Des._ They were so, I knew one of 'em.

_L. Lam._ Ah, _Desbro_, do'st thou? Ah, Heav'ns, that they should prove
Heroicks!

_L. Des._ You might have known that by the Conquest; I never heard any
one o't' other Party ever gain'd a Heart; and indeed, Madam, 'tis a just
Revenge, our Husbands make Slaves of them, and they kill all their