Polly. I have been ruined by women, Madam. But I think, indeed, a man's fortune cannot be more honourably difpofed of; for those have always a kind of claim to their protection, who have been ruined in their fervice. Jen. Were you ever in love?

Polly. With the fex.

Jen. Had you never a woman in love with you? Polly. All the women that ever I knew were mercenary

Jen. But fure you cannot think all women fo.

Polly. Why not, as well as all men? The manners of courts are catching.

Jen. If you have found only fuch ufage, a generous woman can the more oblige you. Why fo bashful, young fpark? You don't look as if you would revenge yourself on the fex.

Polly. I loft my impudence with my fortune. Poverty keeps down affurance.

Jen. I am a plain-spoken woman, as you may find; and I own I like you and, let me tell you, to be my favourite may be your best step to preferment..

AIR XXXV. Young Damon once the lovelieft fwain.
In love and life the prefent ufe;

One hour we grant, the next refufe;
Who then would rifque a nay?
Were lovers wife, they would be kind,
And in our eyes the moment find;
For only then they may.

Like other women, I fhall run to extremes. If you won't make me love you, I shall hate you. There never was a man of true courage, who was a coward in love. Sure you are not afraid of me, ftripling?

[Taking Polly by the hand. Polly. I know you only rally me. Refpect, Madam, keeps me in awe.

Jen. By your expreffion and behaviour, one would think I were your wife. If fo, I may make use of her freedoms, and do what I please, without fhame or restraint. [Kiffes her.] Such raillery as this, my dear, requires replication.

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Polly.

Polly. You'll pardon me, then Madam. [Kiffes her. fen. What, my cheek! Let me die, if, by your kifs, I fhould not take you for my brother or my father.

Polly.. I must put on more affurance, or I fhall be difcovered. [Afide.] Nay, then, Madam, if a woman will allow me liberties, they are never flung away upon me. If I am too rude[Kiffes her, -Jen. A woman never pardons the contrary fault.

Polly.

Jen.
Polly.

AIR XXXVI. Catharine Ogie.

We never blame the forward fwain,
Who puts us to the trial.

I know you firft would give me pain,

Then baulk me with denial.

What mean we, then, by being try'd ?
With fcorn and flight to ufe us.
Most beauties, to indulge their pride,
Seem kind, but to refuse us.

Jen. Come, then, my dear, let us take a turn in yonder grove. A woman never fhews her pride, but before witneffes.

Polly. How fhall I get rid of this affair? [Afide.] Morano may surprise us.

Jen. That is more a wife's concern. Confider, young man, if I have put myself in your power, you are in mine.

Polly. We may have more eafy and fafe opportunities. Befides, I know, Madam, you are not ferious.

Jen. To a man who lofes one opportunity, we never grant a fecond. Excufes! confideration! He hath not a fpark of love in him. I must be his averfion. Go, monfter!I hate you, and you fhall find I can be revenged.

AIR XXXVII. Roger a Coverly.
My heart is by love forfaken,
I feel the tempeft growing;

A fury the palace hath taken,
rage, I burn, I'm glowing.

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Tho'

Though Cupid's arrows are erring,
Or indifference may fecure ye,
When woman's revenge is stirring,

You cannot escape that fury.

I could bear your excufes, but thofe looks of indifference kill me.

Enter Morano.

Jenny. Sure never was such infolence! How could you leave me with this bawdy-house bully? for if he had been bred a page, he must have made his fortune. If I had given him the leaft encouragement, it would not have provoked me. Odious creature!

Mor. What a vengeance is the matter?

Jenny. Only an attempt upon your wife. So ripe an affurance! he must have fucked in impudence from his mother.

Mor. An act of friendship only. He meant to push his fortune with the husband. 'Tis the way of the town, my dear.

- AIR XXXVIII. Bacchus m'a dit.

By halves no friend

Now feeks to do you pleasure ;

Their help they lend

In every part of life:

If hufbands part,

The friend hath always leifure;

Then all his heart

Is bent to please the wife.

Jenny. I hate you for being fo little jealous.

Mor. Sure, Jenny, you know the way of the world better, than to be furprized at a thing of this kind. 'Tis a civility that all you fine ladies expect; and, upon the like occafion, I could not have anfwered for myself. I own, I have a fort of partiality to impudence. Perhaps too, his views might be honourable If I had been killed in battle, 'tis good to be beforehand. I know it is a way often practifed to make fure of a widow. E

Jenny.

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Jenny. If I find you fo eafy in these affairs, you may make my virtue lefs obftinate.

Your behaviour forces me to fay,
will never let me put in practice.
fecure, to think of pleafing me.

what my
You are too fafe, too

love for you

Mor. Though I like impudence, yet 'tis not fo agreeable when put in practice upon my own wife; and, jefting apart, young fellow, if ever I catch you thinking. this way again, a cat-o'-nine-tails fhall cool your courage. Enter Vanderbluff, Capftern, Laguerre, &c. with

Cawwawkee prifoner.

Vander. The party, Captain, is returned with fuccefs. After a fhort fkirmish, the Indian prince Cawwawkee here was made prifoner, and we want your orders for his difpofal.

Mor. Are all our troops ready and under arms?

Vander. They wait but for your command. Our numbers are strong. All the fhips crews are drawn out, and the flaves that have deferted to us from the plantations are all brave determined fellows, who must behave themfelves well.

Mor. Look'e, lieutenant, the truffing up this prince, in my opinion, would strike a terror among the enemy. Befides, dead men can do no mischief. Let a gibbet be fet up, and fwing him off between the armies before the onfet.

Van. By your leave, Caytain, my advice blows directly contrary. Whatever may be done hereafter, I am for putting him first of all upon examination. The Indians to be fure have hid their treasures, and we shall want a guide to fhew us to the best plunder.

Mr. The counsel is good. I will extort intelligence from him. Bring me word when the enemy are in mo

ion, and that inftant I'll put myself at your head. [Exit Sailor.] Do you know me, prince?

Caw. As a man of injuftice I know you, who covets and invades the properties of another.

Mor. Do you know my power?

Caw. 1 fear it not.

Mor. Do you know your danger?

Caw. I am prepared to meet it.

AIR XL. Cappe de Bonne Efperance.

The body of the brave may be taken,
If chance bring on our adverfe hour;
But the noble foul is unfhaken,

For that ftill is in our power;
'Tis a rock whofe firm foundation
Mocks the waves of perturbation;
"Tis a never-dying ray,

Brighter in our evil day.

Mor. Mere downright barbarians, you fee, Lieutenant. They have our notional honour ftill in practice among

them.

Van. We must beat civilizing into 'em, to make 'em capable of common fociety, and common conversation. Mor. Stubborn prince, mark me well. Know you, I fay, that your life is in my power?

Caw. I know too, that my virtue is in my own.

Mor. Not a mule, or an old out-of-fashioned philofopher could be more obftinate. Can you feel pain? Caw. I can bear it.

Mor. I fhall try you.

Caw. I fpeak truth, I never affirm but what I know. Mor. In what condition are your troops? What numbers have you? How are they difpofed? Act reasonably and openly, and you shall find protection.

Caw. What, betray my friends! I am no coward, Eu

ropean.

Mor. Torture fhall make you fqueak.

Car. I have resolution; and pain fhall neither make me lie or betray. I tell thee once more, European, I am no coward.

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Van.