y dear Gipsy for ever.
--Pox on't, she stays me out of spite. [Aside.

_Hell._ I am related to a Lady, Madam,
Young, rich, and nobly born, but has the fate
To be in love with a young _English_ Gentleman.
Strangely she loves him, at first sight she lov'd him,
But did adore him when she heard him speak;
For he, she said, had Charms in every word,
That fail'd not to surprize, to wound, and conquer--

_Will._ Ha, Egad I hope this concerns me. [Aside.

_Ang._ 'Tis my false Man, he means-- wou'd he were gone.
This Praise will raise his Pride and ruin me-- Well,
Since you are so impatient to be gone,
I will release you, Sir. [To _Will._

_Will._ Nay, then I'm sure 'twas me he spoke of, this cannot be the
Effects of Kindness in her. [Aside.
--No, Madam, I've consider'd better on't,
And will not give you cause of Jealousy.

_Ang._ But, Sir, I've-- business, that--

_Will._ This shall not do, I know 'tis but to try me.

_Ang._ Well, to your Story, Boy,-- tho 'twill undo me. [Aside.

_Hell._ With this Addition to his other Beauties,
He won her unresisting tender Heart,
He vow'd and sigh'd, and swore he lov'd her dearly;
And she believ'd the cunning Flatterer,
And thought her self the happiest Maid alive:
To day was the appointed time by both,
To consummate their Bliss;
The Virgin, Altar, and the Priest were drest,
And whilst she languisht for the expected Bridegroom,
She heard, he paid his broken Vows to you.

_Will._ So, this is some dear Rogue that's in love with me, and this way
lets me know it; or if it be not me, she means some one whose place I
may supply.
[Aside.

_Ang._ Now I perceive
The cause of thy Impatience to be gone,
And all the business of this glorious Dress.

_Will._ Damn the young Prater, I know not what he means.

_Hell._ Madam,
In your fair Eyes I read too much concern
To tell my farther Business.

_Ang._ Prithee, sweet Youth, talk on, thou may'st perhaps
Raise here a Storm that may undo my Passion,
And then I'll grant thee any thing.

_Hell._ Madam,'tis to intreat you, (oh unreasonable!)
You wou'd not see this Stranger;
For if you do, she vows you are undone,
Tho Nature never made a Man so excellent;
And sure he'ad been a God, but for Inconstancy.

_Will._ Ah, Rogue, how finely he's instructed! [Aside.] --'Tis plain
some Woman that has seen me _en passant._

_Ang._ Oh, I shall burst with Jealousy! d