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S I L V I A* Or,
AIR XLII. Heigh Boys up go we.
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Wei. In vain you florin, and threaten high ;
He's weak, whofe Caufe is wrong :
When we your boaftive Power pall try,
Tou'llfind that Right is jlrong*
A virtuous Maid,
Wrong d and betrayed,
Shall thy Deftruclion prove ;
There* s no Defence,]
Like Innocence,
Nor Curfe like laivlefs Love,
SCENE XVI. WclfordV -Houfi.
Silvia, and Betty.
Betty. Nay, for that matter, I've told your Father already,
and hefeern'd fo little concern'd at it, that it put me out of all
Patience. So thought I, perhaps he won't tell Mrs. Silvia,
and, juftas I thought, fo ithappen'd; fo thought I, I'll e'en
go and tell Mrs. Stlvia my felf.
Sil. Oh! [Afide,
Betty. Madam.
Sil. Alas!
Betty. What did you fay ?
Sil. Did I fay any thing >
Betty. I thought you did.
Sil. Not that I know of. Oh ! how (hall I conceal m> Tor-
lures from this bufy, prying Creature? \Afide,
Betty. But Mrs. Silvia, don't you think this Sir Johnu hor-
rible fort of Man?
Sil. All appear fuch to me, who fall from Virtue.
Betty. Virtue ! Why he minds me no more than we do an
old Sweetheart, when we have got a new one.
Sil. The tirefome Impertinent ! When (hall I have Freedom
to complain? \_Ajide
Betty. And then he's fo fond of her — Madam mult have
this, and Madam muft have that, and Madam mult have
t'other ; and this isn't good enough, and that isn't fine enough,