Arab. Alas! I’m tired and cannot travel further; my Heart is full of Fear, and yet I know not why, nor can I tell why he should use me thus,—It is not common sure for Men to leave their Brides upon the Wedding-day: And yet I cannot tell but it may be so! O wretched State of Marriage, and of Love, if this be Love! Here will I lie me down, and rest a while [Lies down.] my wearied Limbs, unused to these sad Frights and Fears—But prethee do thou run after him, and if it be possible o’retake him too: Tell him the strange Disorder thou dost leave me in; and let him know my Father’s Anger, his Friends Concern, and what is more, his Arabella’s sad Complaint; tell him, I grieve, I faint, I die; tell him any thing that may stay him.
Sym. Yes Forsooth.
Arab. Intreat him to return; nay, urge him all thou canst to make him come again: Nay haste, good Symon, fly if thou canst, for I can stir no further.
Sym. Well, well, Forsooth, I am gone.
[Exit Symon.
Arab. Alas, how wretched and forlorn am I!
I she whom once so many did admire,
Whose Wit and Charms the coldest Hearts cou’d fire!
Now wretched Maid, and most unhappy Wife,
In Sighs and in Complaints must end my Life.
Abandoned by my Husband, e’re enjoyed,
With thoughts of Pleasure, yet untasted, cloy’d.
He leaves me now to my sad Frights a Prey;
O, my dear Bonvile! whither dost thou stray?
Unheard, alas! I make my amarous Moans;
The Winds and Waves refuse to bear my Groans:
Eccho her self can’t suffer my Complaint,
But with repeated Sighs grows tir’d and faint.
Where to find him, good Heaven direct me!
For losing him, I more than lose my self.
[Rises, and Exit.
Sum. I must after her, she’s worth my Acquaintance, and has good Moveables about her I perceive, what e’re the Ready is. The next Turning has a most convenient Hollow for the Purpose, and there I’ll make her sure. Now Luck, or never.
[Exit after Arabella.
Reenter Arabella, and Summerfield after her.
Ara. I’m at a stand already, and know not where I am.
Sum. I’ll direct you, Madam; Well overtaken.