L. Haft. How fierce a Fiend is Paffion? With what Wildness What Tyranny untam'd, it reigns in Woman! Gives way to every Appetite alike, : Each Guft of Inclination, uncontroul'd, Sweeps thro' their Souls, and fets 'em in an Uproar.; And Love in their weak Bofoms is a Rage So the Wind roars o'er the wide fencelefs Ocean, But foft ye now for here comes one, difclaims Without one jarring Atom Strife, and her wrangling Train. O equal Elements, was the form d; And Gentleness and Joy make up her Being. Enter Jane Shore. Forgive me, fair One, if officious Friendship J. Sh. Thus humbly let your lowly Servant bend. [Kneeling. Thus let me bow my grateful Knee to Earth, And bless your noble Nature for this Goodness. L. Haft. Rife, gentle Dame, you wrong my Meaning much, Think Think me not guilty of a Thought fo vain, To fell my Courtefy for Thanks like thefe. J. Sh. 'Tis true, your Bounty is beyond my Speaking; L. Haft. If there be ought of Merit in my Service, L. Haft. Why bend thy Eyes to Earth? Why breathes that Sigh, my Love? And wherefore falls This trickling Show'r of Tears, to ftain thy Sweetness? f. Sh. If Pity dwells within your noble Breast, (As fure it does) oh speak not to me thus. L. Haft. Can I behold thee, and not speak of Love! Thy Softnefs fteals upon my yielding Senfes, J.Sb. Caft round your Eyes Upon the High-born Beauties of the Court; Sweet Sweet to the Senfe, unfully'd all, and spotlefs; And the Destroyer Shame has laid all Waste. L. Haft. What means this peevih, this fantaflick Change? Where is thy wonted Pleafantnefs of Face? Thy wonted Graces, and thy dimpled Smiles? All Tongues, like yours, are licens'd to upbraid me, Who knows my Crimes, has feen my Sorrow for them. When the decaying Senfe is pall'd with Pleafure, And weary Nature tires in her laft Stage: Then weep and tell thy Beads, when alt ring Rheums And failing Palfies shake thy wither'd Hand. Thy Thy Beauty, Night and Solitude reproach me, For having talk'd thus long-Come let me prefs thee, Pant on thy Bofom, fink into thy Arms, And lofe my felf in the luxurious Fold.. [Laying hold on her. 7. Sh. Never! By those chafte Lights above, I swear, My Soul shall never knów Pollution more; Forbear, my Lord! ----- Here let me rather die, And end my Sorrows and my Shame for ever. 1. [Kueeling. L. Haft. Away with this Perverfeness, ---- 'Tis too much---- L. Haft. Ungrateful Woman! Is it thus you pay J. Sh. Help! Oh, gracious Heaven! Help! fave me! Help!! Enter Dumont, he interpofes Dum. My Lord! for Honour's fake L. Haft. Hah! What art thou? Begone! O Mowa Nge! Dum. My Duty calls melim del To my Attendance on my Miftrefs here J. Sh. For Pity let me go 7 is on L. Haft Avaunt bafe Groom At At Distance wait, and know thy Office better. Dum. Forego your Hold, my Lord! 'tis moft unmanly This Violence- L. Haß. Avoid the Room this Moment Or I will tread thy Soul out. Dum. No, my Lord- The common Ties of Manhood call me now, Dum. Yes, thou proud Lord! I know thee well, know thee with each Advantage L. Haft. 'Tis wond'rous well! I fee my Saint-like Dame, Dum. Take back the foul Reproach, unmanner'd Railer, As thou, or any of thy Race e'er boasted; The Hire which Greatnefs gives to Slaves and Sycophants, Yet Heav'n that made me honest, made me more, Than ever King did, when he made a Lord. M. L. Haft. Infolent Villain! Henceforth let this teach thee, t [Draws and strikes him. I The |