these Favours from you;
'twas injuring my self as well as thee; but now we only give and take
our Right.

_L. Des._ No more, my Husband's old--

_Free._ Right, my dear _Maria_, and therefore--

_L. Des._ --May possibly die--

_Free._ He will be hang'd first.

_L. Des._ --I hope so-- either of which will do our Bus'ness--
unreasonable _Freeman_, not to have Patience till my Husband be
hang'd a little.

_Free._ But what if Destiny put the Change upon us, and I be hang'd
instead of _Desbro_?

_L. Des._ Why then thou art not the first gallant Fellow that has died
in the Good and Royal Cause; and a small taste of Happiness will but
turn thee off the Ladder with the sadder Heart.

_Free._ Hast thou the Conscience, lovely as thou art,
To deal out all thy Beauty to a Traitor?
Is not this Treason of the highest Nature,
To rob the Royal Party of such Treasure,
And give it to our mortal Enemies?
For Shame, be wise, and just,
And do not live a Rebel to our Cause;
'Tis Sin enough to have Society with such a wicked Race.

_L. Des._ But I am married to him.

_Free._ So much the worse, to make a League and Covenant with such
Villains, and keep the sinful Contract; a little harmless Lying and
Dissimulation I'll allow thee, but to be right down honest, 'tis the
Devil.

_L. Des._ This will not do, it never shall be said I've been so much
debauch'd by Conventicling to turn a sainted Sinner; No, I'm true to my
Allegiance still, true to my King and Honour. Suspect my Loyalty when I
lose my Virtue: a little time, I'm sure, will give me honestly into thy
Arms; if thou hast Bravery, shew it in thy Love.

_Free._ You will o'ercome, and shame me every way;-- but when will this
Change come? and till it do, what Pawn will you give me, I shall be
happy then?

_L. Des._ My Honour, and that Happiness you long for, and take but two
Months time for their Redemption.

_Free._ How greedily I'll seize the Forfeiture!

_L. Des._ But what am I like to get if this Change do come?

_Free._ A Slave, and whatever you please to make of him.

_L. Des._ Who knows, in such an universal Change, how you may alter too?

_Free._ I'll give ye Bond and Vows, unkind _Maria_,-- Here take my
Hand-- Be it known unto all Men, by these Presents, that I, _John
Freeman_ of _London_, Gent, acknowledge my self in Debt to _Maria
Desbro_, the Sum of one Heart, with an incurable Wound; one Soul,
destin'd hers from its first Being; and one Body