adam, from the Oracle in the Box you may be resolved any
Question--
[Leads her to the Table, where stands a Box full of Balls; he
stares on her.
--How lovely every absent minute makes her-- Madam, be pleas'd to draw
from out this Box what Ball you will.
[She draws, he takes it, and gazes on her and on it.
Madam, upon this little Globe is character'd your Fate and Fortune; the
History of your Life to come and past-- first, Madam-- you're-- a Whore.

_La Nu._ A very plain beginning.

_Will._ My Art speaks simple Truth; the Moon is your Ascendent, that
covetous Planet that borrows all her Light, and is in opposition still
to _Venus_; and Interest more prevails with you than Love: yet here I
find a cross-- intruding Line-- that does inform me-- you have an Itch
that way, but Interest still opposes: you are a slavish mercenary
Prostitute.

_La Nu._ Your Art is so, tho call'd divine, and all the Universe is
sway'd by Interest: and would you wish this Beauty which adorns me,
should be dispos'd about for Charity? Proceed and speak more Reason.

_Will._ But _Venus_ here gets the Ascent again, and spite of-- Interest,
spite of all Aversion, will make you doat upon a Man--
[Still looking on, and turning the Ball.
Wild, fickle, restless, faithless as the Winds!-- a Man of Arms he
is-- and by this Line-- a Captain-- [Looking on her.] for _Mars_ and
_Venus_ were in conjunction at his Birth-- and Love and War's his
business.

_La Nu._ There thou hast toucht my Heart, and spoke so true, that all
thou say'st I shall receive as Oracle. Well, grant I love, that shall
not make me yield.

_Will._ I must confess you're ruin'd if you yield, and yet not all your
Pride, not all your Vows, your Wit, your Resolution, or your Cunning,
can hinder him from conquering absolutely: your Stars are fixt, and Fate
irrevocable.

_La Nu._ No,-- I will controul my Stars and Inclinations; and tho I love
him more than Power or Interest, I will be Mistress of my fixt
Resolves-- One Question more-- Does this same Captain, this wild happy
Man love me?

_Will._ I do not-- find-- it here-- only a possibility incourag'd by
your Love-- Oh that you cou'd resist-- but you are destin'd his, and to
be ruin'd.
[Sighs, and looks on her, she grows in a Rage.

_La Nu._ Why do you tell me this? I am betray'd, and every caution blows
my kindling Flame-- hold-- tell me no more-- I might have guess'd my
Fate, from my own Soul have guest it-- bu