302 THE POEMS OF ANNE �[Re enter as from waiting on the General Riv: Vil: & Lin. �Lin. A woman ! and so near his holy person, Oh! hypocrite, not to be match'd in story. But we already have in part unmask'd him, By secret whispers, scatter'd round the court, Had you but seen the fondnesse of this day, Oh! such sweet words, and looks, such nautious praises, Of her youth and features, and amorous strokings Of her wanton cheeks, you wou'd I think have blush'd, Tho' joy'd to see. �Riv. Alas! I've seen much more my friends, 70 �Dotage, beyond expression, �Such fondnesse, that I think his heart must break, In that last pang, that shall devide her from him. �Vil. Oh ! Fate give wings to that perplexing moment, When I shall see him stand confus'd and sad, Blushing for shame, for what's already past, Yett, madly raving, 'cause 'twill last no longer. Oh! devil, devil, with an Angel's semblance, How riggidly still has he check'd our pleasures, And punish'd ev'ry fault that lookt tow'rds woman. 80 �Oh ! I'm impatient for the full discovery. �Riv. Lett us about it then ; You know to-night 'tis I that keep the watch And if in walking of the midnight round, I can find out deeds, as dark, and close as that, Be neer att hand, to hunt the game I spring yee, Till then farwell. �Lin : We will not f ayle, and so good night dear mischeif . �[Exeunt Lin: & Vil: �Riv. Farewell dear fools, whom I but trust by halves, Yett make such use of, as occasion calls for. 90 �They must not know, how far my self And Blanfort are concern'd. ��� �
