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Cutter of Coleman-street.
Act 4. Scene 1.
Truman Junior.
What shall I think hence-forth of Woman-kind?
When I know Lucia was the best of it,
And see her what she is? What are they made of?
Their Love, their Faith, their Souls enslav'd to passion!
Nothing at their Command beside their Tears,
And we, vain men, whom such Heat-drops deceive!
Hereafter I will set my self at Liberty,
And if I sigh or grieve, it shall not be
For Love of One, but Pity of all the Sex.
When I know Lucia was the best of it,
And see her what she is? What are they made of?
Their Love, their Faith, their Souls enslav'd to passion!
Nothing at their Command beside their Tears,
And we, vain men, whom such Heat-drops deceive!
Hereafter I will set my self at Liberty,
And if I sigh or grieve, it shall not be
For Love of One, but Pity of all the Sex.
Scene 2.
Enter Lucia.
Ha! she will not let me see her sure;
If ever, Lucia, a Veil befitted thee,
'Tis now, that thou maist hide thy guilty blushes.
If ever, Lucia, a Veil befitted thee,
'Tis now, that thou maist hide thy guilty blushes.
Luc.If all their malice yet
Have not prevail'd on Truman's Constancy,
They'l miss their wicked end, and I shall live still.
I'l go and speak to him.
Have not prevail'd on Truman's Constancy,
They'l miss their wicked end, and I shall live still.
I'l go and speak to him.
Trum.Forbear, Lucia, for I have made a second Oath, which I shall keep, I hope, with lesser trouble, never to see thy face more.
Luc.You were wont, Sir,
To say, you could not live without the sight of't.
To say, you could not live without the sight of't.
Trum.I; 'twas a good one then.
Luc.Has one day spoil'd it?
Trum.O yes, more than a hundred years of time, made as much more by sorrow, and by sickness, could e're have done.
Luc.Pray hear me, Truman:
For never innocent Maid was wrong'd as I am;
Believe what I shall say to you, and confirm
For never innocent Maid was wrong'd as I am;
Believe what I shall say to you, and confirm
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