ous Sighs, Eyes lauguishing that steal forth welcome
glances; Cheeks rip'ning, glowing, kindling, ravishing.

_To be confin'd, wou'd deaden all her Charms,
And Matrimony fright me from her Arms_.

L. _Rod_. Good _Collonel_ check a while this feign'd Career; for in
describing her you wou'd refuse, you're in a Rapture, and quite out of
Breath; don't depend too much on your fancy'd Prowess, some mortal Dames,
less beauteous than a Goddess, have exercis'd and tam'd the boldest
Heroes.

_Enter Mrs_. Lovejoy.

Mrs. _Lov_. Madam, the Countess of _Circumference_, my Lady _May-pole_,
and my Lady _Bob-tail_ are just lighting at the Gate.

L. _Rod_. Pray sup with me _Collonel_, and lets finish this Argument, I'm
fond of disputing with a Person that talks well.

_Col_. [_aside _] She's peek'd, and my design must prove successful.

_Pride keeps me off, but Nature smooths my way;
For what her Tongue wou'd hide, her Eyes betray_.

[_Exit._

L. _Rod_. Cozen, did you ever hear the like? The _Collonel's_ such an
Enemy to Marriage?

Mrs. _Lov_. An Enemy to Marriage, Madam!

L. _Rod_. As obstinately bent against it, as if he were incapable of Love;
not that his Principles concern me, yet such Heresy in Men shou'd be
subdu'd.

Mrs. _Lov_. Perhaps, Madam, the _Collonel_ may have had some strange
misfortune in the Army, Cannon Bullets fly at such an ugly random rate.

L. _Rod_. Ha, ha, ha, how I laugh at such thin Disguises, as if a ratling
Officer in this fortune-hunting Age, cou'd have Philosophy to slight my
Person and Estate; but I'll applaud his happy choice of Liberty; say, 'tis
a generous Thought, so like my self, I'll settle a Platonick Friendship
with him, then faulter in my Speech, and seem confus'd, as if my Sexes
weakness must discover a Passion which my haughty Soul wou'd hide. The
greedy _Collonel_ catches at the Bait, deep Sighs, and sheepish Looks
confess the Lover; then with what sparkling Pride I'll boast my Power,
bravely assert my wonted Resolutions, rally the blustering Heroe, and
pursue new Conquests.

_As the Sun's early Beams attract and warm,
So Ladies with their easie glances Charm;
Vain Coxcombs cringe with transport and surprize,
Feel kindling Fire, and feed upon their Eyes;
'Till like the Sun, the dazling Nymphs display_
Meridian _heat, and scorch the Fools away_.

_End of the Third_ ACT.

ACT IV. SCENE _continues_.

_Lady_ Rodomont, _and Mrs_.