—— —— Pla. Madam, I swear, whate'er I said is Truth— Do but defer this Marriage for a Day, And if I don't produce convincing Proofs, May all the Plagues a Woman can invent Fall on my perjur'd Head—— —— Aur. Defer our Marriage—No, by Heaven I will not. I can't suspect him—Neither do I think You durst maintain this Story to his Face. Pla. Madam, I dare; nay, which is more, I'll die, Or vindicate my injur'd Sister's Honour—— —— Aur. Bold Arrogance! Oh! That he were but here to answer the Affront! Perhaps he may have wrong'd your Family: Debauch'd your Sister; for which you would force him To marry her?——But, I must tell thee, Boy, He's mine already: nor would he forsake me To hold Command o'er all the Universe. —— Pla. Oh! Heaven! must I bear this! Aur. Nay, expect more, if he should find you here, 'Tis not your being Brother to his Mistress, That will secure you from his just Revenge. Pla. Revenge! Nay, then away with all Disguise, Pity be gone——And in its Room fell Rage Take place, that I may dash that haughty Insolence That dares to treat me thus—Know, Madam, I am his Wife—his lawful wedded Wife. With borrow'd Shape I came to try your Virtue, Which I have found so light that the least Puff Of wanton Love will blast it——Else my Visit Had met a better Welcome—Here with Sword in Hand I'll wait his coming, [Draws. And as he enters, pierce thy haughty Breast. I know he loves thee, and therefore 'tis brave Revenge to let him see thy dying Pangs: Thy parting Sighs will rack him worse than Hell. —— —— [Draws. Aur. His Wife! Oh! Insolence! In vain you waste your Breath, it moves not me: So much I love him, so much I'm belov'd, That should an Angel from yon Heaven descend, To tell me he's marry'd, I'd not credit him, Kill me if you dare—He will revenge my Death: That pleasing Thought gives Courage to my Soul: To live without him would be Death indeed! No—he'll ne'er leave me for a common
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