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Mir. So he told me.
Fred. Any thing for peace. This Melissa I think is yours
Reads.) Diana is discreet—Dorinda, &c. Miranda, &c. (as before,) but Melissa only has my heart.
Speaks.) How Diana! is it true then, that yours was forg'd? Melissa, be happy, the lot is yours.
Dia. I say, 'tis she has forg'd, and not I. Let me tear her Eyes out for this trick.
Fred. No more, I entreat you—I suspect a trick; I'll read the rest.
How? Why in these he declares for Dorinda and Miranda: this is all a trick.
Dor. to Mir. Sister, I begin to suspect this Courtall. Let us be no more seen in this business.
Mir. to Dor. The Imprudence of my Sisters, may be an example for us to be wise.
Fred. 'Tis plain, Courtall has abus'd us all, but be you advis'd, and I'll be reveng'd? I love his Sister, but not above the Honour of my Family. I'll instantly find him out, and teach the young Impostor, what it is to play with the Reputation of Ladies, or fool with a man of Honour. Be at peace among your selves, and all shall be well. (Exeunt.
Enter Angelica and Constantia.
Ang. Victoria, Victoria, turn'd out of doors, quite discarded; ha, ha, ha. To have seen how he storm'd and Hector'd, 'twould have made thee die with Laughing, ha, ha, ha.
Cons. 'Twas most Heroically perform'd indeed.
Ang. He swore I must give him satisfaction, and by Heaven I am ready, when ever he dares demand it.
Cons. How! ready to fight with him! what, fight with a man?
Ang. Yes, Conquer him too; lay him groveling at my Feet, Panting, and not able to stir a Limb.
Cons. The Truth is, that may be done, but how will you lay your Widow Panting?
Ang. That indeed, is now my hardest task. And pray,
