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I must confess, indeed, I owe you more
Pol. 'Twas Heav'n ordain'd it so, to make me happy. Hence with this peevish virtue, 'tis a cheat, “ And those who taught it first were hypocrites." Come, these soft tender limbs were made for yielding. Mon. Here on my knees, by Heaven's blest pow'r I swear,
[Kneels. If you persist, I ne'er henceforth will see you, But rather wander through the world a beggar, And live on sordid scraps at proud men's doors ; For though to fortune lost, I'll still inherit My mother's virtues, and my father's honour.
Pol. Intolerable vanity! your sex Was never in the right! y'are always false Or silly; ev’n your dresses are not more Fantastic than your appetites; you think Of nothing twice. Opinion you have none. To-day y'are nice, to-morrow not so free; Now smile, then frown; now sorrowful, then glad ; Now pleas’d, now not; and all you know not why! Virtue you affect; inconstancy's your practice; And when your loose desires once get dominios, No hungry churl' feeds coarser at a feast; Ev'ry rank fool goes down
Mon. Indeed, my Lord,
I own my sex's follies; I have 'em all.
Then, by long absence, liberty regain,
[Exeunt Pol. and Page.
ACT 11. SCENE 1.
A Salloon. Enter ACASTO, CASTALIO,and POLYDORE.
Cast. The actions of your life were always wond'rous.
“ Pol. Why there?
“ Acast. 'Tis, next to money, current there; “ To be seen daily in as many forms " As there are sorts of vanities, and men ;
“ The supercilious statesman has his sneer, "To sooth a poor man off with, that can't bribe him; " The grave dull fellow of small business sooths “ The humourist, and will needs admire his wit. “Who, without spleen,could see a hot-brain'd atheist,
Thanking a surly doctor for his sermon; " Or a grave counsellor meet a smooth young lord, " Squeeze him by the hand, and praise his good com
“ plexion? “ Pol. Courts are the places where best manners
“ flourish; “Where the deserving ought to rise, and fools “ Make shew. Why should I vexand chafe my spleen, “ To see a gaudy coxcomb shine, when I “ Have seen enough to sooth him in his follies, “ And ride him to advantage as I please ?
"dcast. Who merit, ought indeed to risei'th'world; “But no wise man that's honest shou'd expect it. “ What man of sense would rack his generous mind, “To practise all the base formalities
41 " And forms of business ? force a grave starch'd face, “When he's a very libertine in's heart ? " Seem not to know this or that man in public, " When privately perhaps they meet together, “And lay the scene of some brave fellow's ruin? “Such things are done.”
Cast. Your lordship's wrongs have been
Were she a common mistress, kind to all,
60 Corruption, envy, discontent, and faction, Almost in ev'ry band. How many men Have spent their blood in their dear country's service, Yet now pine under want, whilst selfish slaves, That e'en wou'd cut their throats whom now they
Like deadly locusts, eat the honey up,
Cast. These precepts suit not with my active mind; Methinks I would be busy.
Pol. So would I,
Acast. Busy your minds then, study arts and men;
Enter SexINA. Sct. My Lord, my father!