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Reads. You swear you love me, Ah Bellamour! if I have not as yet an equal Passion for you, believe me, I am pleas'd with yours.
These were Deceits that merit this! (Tears the Paper.
Lucy. (aside) I am glad to see it torn, 'twas cue only Proof he had to mow against me, that I had ever any Inclination to receive his Love.
Bell. And now no more but this; O Lucinda! False, Ungrateful Lucinda, farewel forever! (Is going, then returns.
Lucin. A very fair Riddance—why do you come back?
Bell. But one word more Lucinda! Ah Lucinda! Call but to mind your former Vows, then see if your Heart can hold up to its point, and still be fixt, tho' knowing how 't has wrong'd me.
Lucin. What froward Fools are Men? Still they perplex us with ungrounded Jealousies, and affront us with vile Aspersions; yet know us at the same time, to be their Judges, and that by our Sentence 'tis, they Live or Die. No, Bellamour, after your Rude Behaviour to Day, never must you more expect the least appearance of Kindness from me; there is no trusting for a Husband, a Man who makes so unruly a Lover.
Bell. You wrong me, Madam, by all that's good, you do.
Lucin. No more, Mr. Bellamour, I'll hear no more upon this Subject. Return to your first Allegiance, you have wrong'd an Innocent Lady; think not that I'll be any longer accessary to your Perjury.
Sir John Aery, and Vaunter within.
Aery. (within.) Demm'e, Madam, where are you?
Vaunter. (within.) Here are Lights, and a Door open.
They Enter.
Sir J. Aery. Beged Madam, 'tis very unconscionable to send for Gentlemen, and then make 'em wait Three Hours in the Dark.
Lucin. Insolent Fellow, who sent for you! And how got you in?
