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Mar. Come, Sir Timothy, be pacify'd; I fancy we fhall agree much better as Uncle and Neice, than as Man and Wife,
Sir Tim. Oh thou false Creature! I am enrag’d, and wish all the Western World was on FireBut I'll take Post for the East-Indies this Instant, and sever converse with Man, Woman or Child again, that was born on this side the Cape of Good-hope.
[Exit Sir Tim. Clev. Let him go; we shall find some way to mollifie him, I warrant you, when the first Heat is over.
Short are the passionate Firs of Love, and Rage,