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dies Reparation for so many provoking Disappointments.
Fred. What says Constantia, is she willing?
Cons. Necessity has no Law; I am for Surrendring to the Power that can protect me.
Fred. In my Hands you shall never want Protection.
Mel. There take her, she's more for your purpose than ours. Constantia thrusts her Brother at them.
Cons. And there take him, whose more for your purpose than I.
Fred. O Constantia! I will so sweetly revenge my self.
Bell. Mr. Vaunter; Sir John, there are Wives for you, make your Addresses.
Vaun. Very pretty Ladies beged. (They Address to the Sisters.
Sir J. Aery. Demm'e, very pretty Ladies, your humble Servant.
L. Dor. So wonderful a resemblance I never saw. Well for my part, after so many Mistakes; never more will I believe any Man the more a Man by his outside, as the Beard makes not the Philosopher, so the Breeches make not the Man, that's certain.
And the Grave Fool, do's often Wise appear.
Trust not appearances; not Two in Ten
Deserve the generous Name of Women's Men.
Ang. As your Ladyship's Disappointments are a Lesson to the Ladies, not to trust too much to appearances, so may my Victory serve to inform Mankind, that whosoever has once entertain'd a real Passion, can never so entirely dispossess himself, but the Woman, if she Pleases may reclaim him. There is always left a Foundation to work upon; and a weakness which he himself does not suspect, till he is brought to the Tryal.
The Feet but slowly move, that drag a Chain
Whom Irons Clog, we may 'ore take with Ease,
None can he free, unless the Victors Please.
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