Nurse. I'll do your Honour's Business in the catching up of a Garter.
[Exit Nurse.
Young Fash. [Giving her his Hand.] Come, Madam, dare you venture yourself alone with me?
Miss. O dear, yes, Sir; I don't think you'll do any thing to me I need be afraid on.
Enter Amanda and Berinthia.
A SONG.
I.
I Smile at Love, and all its Arts,
The Charming Cynthia cry'd;
Take heed, for Love has piercing Darts,
A wounded Swain reply'd.
Once free and blest as you are now,
I trifled with his Charms;
I pointed at his little Bow,
And sported with his Arms;
Till urg'd too far, Revenge he cries,
A fated Shaft he drew;
It took its passage thro your Eyes,
And to my Heart it flew.
II.
To tear it thence I try'd in vain;
To strive I quickly found
Was only to increase the Pain,
And to enlarge the Wound.
Ah! much too well, I fear, you know
What pain I'm to endure,
Since what your Eyes alone cou'd do,
Your Heart alone can cure.
And That (grant Heaven I may mistake)
I doubt is doom'd to bear
A Burden for another's sake,
Who ill rewards its Care.