Dia. I knew my Beauty had a thousand Darts,
But knew not they cou’d strike so quick and home. [Aside.
Let your good Wishes for your Friend alone,
Lest he being happy, you shou’d be undone.
For he and you cannot be blest at once.
Friend. How, Madam!
Dia. I am that Maid he loves, and who hates him.
Friend. Hate him!
Dia. To Death.
Friend. Oh, me unhappy! [Aside.
Dia. He sighs and turns away—am I again defeated? Surely I am not fair, or Man’s insensible.
Friend. She knows me not—
And ‘twas discreetly done to change my Shape:
For Woman is a strange fantastick Creature;
And where before, I cou’d not gain a Smile,
Thus I may win her Heart. [Aside.
—Say, Madam, can you love a Man that dies for you?
Dia. The way to gain me, is to fight with Bellmour.
Tell him from me you come, the wrong’d Diana;
Tell him you have an Interest in my Heart,
Equal to that which I have made in yours.
Friend. I’ll do’t; I will not ask your Reason, but obey. Swear e’er I go, that when I have perform’d it, You’ll render me Possession of your Heart.