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Cons. And does not the one make amends for the other?
Court. That's according as I like your Ladies; he that is backward to Fight for a Woman, is a most un-natural Coward: Hunger and Love make every body Valiant.
Ang. Now each to their several Project—Yes, Bellamour, I will meet thee—hark my Lady Dorimen's Door opens let us go, that no accident may hinder us.
Who have endur'd so many Wounds for thee:
When with his Weapon, pointed at my Heart,
The Traitor stands, let loose thy flying Dart,
Reduce the Rebel, and Avenge my smart.
Whom Love befriends, is certain of Success,
Love made a Woman's Fool of Hercules.
As they go off, Enter L. Dorimen and Placket.
L. Dor. Alas he's so very Young.
Plack. Is that a Fault, Madam?
L. Dor. Youth is necessary, but it has its inconveniences too; young Men make great over-fights.
Plack. What have been those over-fights, that put your Ladyship so out of Humour.
L. Dor. The Remembrance is insupportable.
Plack. Be pleas'd, Madam to inform me, and I'll take care to instruct him better the next time, and give him a short Lesson or two in the Closet, before I bring him in to your Ladyship.
L. Dor. Peace, I'll explain this matter another time.
Enter Lucinda.
Neice, I have been waiting for you this Hour.
Lucin. I but just heard the Coach was ready, Madam.
To Plack.] Be sure you look strictly to my Prisoners.
L. Dor. Call the Footmen and bid the Coach come up to the Door. (Exeunt.
