Wild. Have I been the Companion of his Riots
In all the leud course of our early Youth,
Where like unwearied Bees we gather’d Flowers?
But no kind Blossom could oblige our stay,
We rifled and were gone.
L. Gal. Your Virtues I perceive are pretty equal;
Only his Love’s the honester o’th’ two.
Wild. Honester! that is, he wou’d owe his good Fortune to the Parson of the Parish; And I would be oblig’d to you alone. He wou’d have a Licence to boast he lies with you, And I wou’d do’t with Modesty and Silence: For Virtue’s but a Name kept free from Scandal, Which the most base of Women best preserve, Since Jilting and Hypocrisy cheat the World best. —But we both love, and who shall blab the Secret? [In a soft Tone.
L. Gal. Oh, why were all the Charms of speaking given
To that false Tongue that makes no better use of ‘em?
—I’ll hear no more of your inchanting Reasons.
Wild. You must.
L. Gal. I will not.
Wild. Indeed you must.
L. Gal. By all the Powers above—
Wild. By all the Powers of Love you’ll break your Oath, Unless you swear this Night to let me see you.
L. Gal. This Night.