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Viol. Yes, Sir, it was the Subject.

Jul. Sit here then: Come, shake not, good pretty Soul,

Nor do not fear me; I’ll not do thee Wrong.

Viol. Why do you look so on me?

Jul. I have Reasons.

It puzzles my Philosophy, to think

That the rude Blast, hot Sun, and dashing Rains

Have made no fiercer War upon thy Youth;

Nor hurt the Bloom of that Vermilion Cheek.

You weep too, do you not?

Viol. Sometimes, I do.

Jul. I weep sometimes too. You’re extremely young.

Viol. Indeed, I’ve seen more Sorrows far than Years.

Jul. Yet all these have not broken your Complexion.

You have a strong Heart, and you are the happier.

I warrant, you’re a very loving Woman.

Viol. A Woman, Sir?— I fear, h’as found me out.

[Aside.

2 Shep. He takes the Boy for a Woman.— Mad, again!

Jul. You’ve met some Disappointment; some foul Play

Has cross’d your Love.— I read it in your Face.

Viol. You read a Truth then.

Jul. Where can lie the Fault?

Is’t in the Man, or some dissembling Knave,

He put in Trust? Ho! have I hit the Cause?

Viol. You’re not far off.

Jul. This World is full of Coz’ners, very full;

Young Virgins must be wary in their Ways.

I’ve known a Duke’s Son do as great a Knavery.

Will you be rul’d by me?

Viol. Yes.

Jul. Kill Yourself.

’Twill be a Terror to the Villain’s Conscience,

The longest Day he lives.

Viol. By no Means. What?

Commit Self-murther!

Jul.Yes; I’ll have it so.

1 Shep. I fear, his Fit is returning. Take heed of all hands. — Sir,— do you want any thing?

Jul. Thou ly’st; thou can’st not hurt me: I am proof

’Gainst farther Wrongs. — Steal close behind me, Lady.

I will avenge Thee.

Viol. Thank the Heav’ns, I’m free.

Jul. O treach’rous, base Henriquez! have I caught thee?

2 Shep. Help! help! good Neighbours; he will kill me else. [Julio seizes on the Shepherd;

Violante runs out.

Jul. Here Thou shalt pay thy Heart-blood for the Wrongs

Thou’st heap’d upon this Head. Faith-breaker! Villain!

I’ll suck thy Life-blood.

1 Shep. Good Sir, have Patience; this is no Henriquez. [They rescue the Shepherd.

Jul. Well; let him slink to Court, and hide a Coward;

Not all his Father’s Guards shall shield him there.

Or if he prove too strong for Mortal Arm,

I will sollicit ev’ry Saint in Heav’n

To lend me Vengeance. — I’ll about it strait. —

The wrathful Elements shall wage this War;

Furies shall haunt him; Vultures gnaw his Heart;

And Nature pour forth all her Stores of Plagues,

To join in Punishment of Trust betray’d. [Exit Julio.

2 Shep. Go thy Ways, and a Vengeance go with Thee! — Pray, feel my Nose; is it fast, Neighbours?

1 Shep. ’Tis as well as may be.

2 Shep. He pull’d at it, as he would have drag’d a Bullock backward by the Tail. — An’t had been some Men’s Nose that I know, Neighbours, who knows where it had been now? He has given me such a devilish Dash o’er the Mouth, that I feel, I shall never whistle to my Sheep again: Then they’ll make Holy-day.

1 Shep. Come, shall we go? for, I fear, if the Youth return, our second Course will be much more against our Stomachs.

Mast. Walk you afore; I will but give my Boy

Some short Instructions, and I’ll follow strait.

We’ll crash a Cup together.

1 Shep. Pray, do not linger.

Mast. I will not, Sirs; — This must not be a Boy;

His Voice, Mein, Gesture, ev’ry Thing he does,

Savour of soft and female Delicacy.

He but puts on this Seeming, and his Garb

Speaks him of such a Rank, as well perswades me,

He plays the Swain, rather to cloak some Purpose,

Than forced to’t by a Need: I’ve waited long

To mark the End he has in his Disguise;

But am not perfect in’t. The Madman’s Coil

Has driv’n him shaking hence. These Fears betray him.

If he prove right, I’m happy. O, he’s here.

Enters Violante.

Come hither, Boy; where did you leave the Flock, Child?

Viol. Grazing below, Sir. — What does he mean, to stroke One o’the Cheek so? I hope, I’m not betray’d.

Mast. Have you learnt the Whistle yet, and when to Fold?

And how to make the Dog bring in the Strayers?

Viol. Time, Sir,