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Sil. Vain of his Wealth, and his fuperior Birth, with bold,
licentious Freedom he rail'd on Marriage; then talk'd to me
of Love, Enjoyment, and eternal Truth; endeavouring, byim-
pofing on my Simplicity, to render me vile as his own Ends.
More he talk'd of E (rates and. Settlements, and 1 know not
what ; and more he would have talk'd ; but I, with juft Indigna-
tion fired, flew from his hated Prefence.
A I R XXVII. One Evening as I lay.
Ah me ! unhappy Maid,
How wretched is my Fate ?
Deceivd thus, and betrayed,
To love where IJhould hate.
When Hope has fled our Breaft,
Why Jhould Defire remain 2 .
To rob us of our Reft,
And give incejfant Pain.
Wei I will revenge thee, thou excellent Maid ; I will re-
venge thee on him, my felf, and all that ever wrong'd thee.
Sil. Alas! Sir, I want no Revenge; or if I did, what could
you do againlt a Man fo powerful ? ■ the Attempt would
prove your Ruin. Let me not fee him — * let him notinfult
me with his Prefence by that means to be fecur'd from
new Injuries, is all the Vengeance I defire.
Wei. He never fhall, unlefs he comes with deep Remorfe
and humble Penitence to ask your Pardon, and make you Re-
paration.
Sit

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