I must impute it to your Woman’s Will,
Still pleased with what it fancies, Good or Ill.
Cla. Be’t what it will, thus it is, and with this Answer pray rest satisfied; there is but one way ever to win me and draw me unto Marriage, which whosoever finds, ’tis like he may have me, if not, I am still my own.
Fri. Oh name it then! Thou dearest Treasure of my Life! my Soul! my All! I am in a maze of Extasie, to think there’s any means to gain you, and hope you’l be so kind to tell me how I may be happy.
Cla. I’ll retire a while; and with my self resolve what must be done, and in the end send you my Resolution.
[Exit Clara.
Fri. I’ll here expect it: What more can I desire, than now be satisfied and know my Dooom.
Suspence is the worst Torment we endure,
’Tis Knowledge make the Wound both safe and sure.
Enter Spruce and Mr. Venter.
Spru. How now Jack! What all alone Man?
Fri. No, for I have heard some say, Men are ne’re less alone, then when alone. The reason I suppose is this, because they have Crowds of Thoughts, that still perplex the Mind; which wou’d be, like the Soul retired and free, thereby to enjoy that sweet repose, which nought but that can Grant.
Spru. Pshaw! Pox of this Morality and dull Stuff; Prithee let us be Merry, and Entertain the Bride and Bridegroom. Ods fish there a parcel of rare Creatures within! But of all Mrs. Clara for my Money.