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CUTTER
OF
COLEMAN-STREET.
Act 1. Scene 1.
Truman Iunior.
ow hard, alas, is that young Lover's fate,
Who has a father Covetous and Cholerique!
What has he made me swear?—
I dare not think upon the Oath, lest I should keep it———
Never to see my Mistris more, or hear her speak
Without his leave; And farewel then the use
Of Eyes and Ears;———
And all this Wickedness I submitted to,
For fear of being Disinherited;
For fear of losing Durt and Dross, I lose
My Mistris——— There's a Lover! Fitter much
For Hell than thousand perjuries could make him,
Fit to be made th'Example which all Women
Should reproach Men with, when themselves grow false;
Yet she, the good and charitable Lucia,
With such a bounty as has onely been
Practis'd by Heaven, and Kings inspir'd from thence,
Forgives still, and still loves her perjur'd Rebel,
I'le to my father strait, and swear to him
Ten thousand Oathes ne'r to observe that wicked one
Which he' has extorted from me——— Here he comes;
And my weak heart, already us'd to falshood,
Begins to waver.
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Who has a father Covetous and Cholerique!
What has he made me swear?—
I dare not think upon the Oath, lest I should keep it———
Never to see my Mistris more, or hear her speak
Without his leave; And farewel then the use
Of Eyes and Ears;———
And all this Wickedness I submitted to,
For fear of being Disinherited;
For fear of losing Durt and Dross, I lose
My Mistris——— There's a Lover! Fitter much
For Hell than thousand perjuries could make him,
Fit to be made th'Example which all Women
Should reproach Men with, when themselves grow false;
Yet she, the good and charitable Lucia,
With such a bounty as has onely been
Practis'd by Heaven, and Kings inspir'd from thence,
Forgives still, and still loves her perjur'd Rebel,
I'le to my father strait, and swear to him
Ten thousand Oathes ne'r to observe that wicked one
Which he' has extorted from me——— Here he comes;
And my weak heart, already us'd to falshood,
Begins to waver.