Col. Town. Whatever be the cause, I would to Heaven it were in my power to bear the pain, or to remove the malady.
Aman. Your interference can only add to my distress.
Col. Town. Ah, madam, if it be the sting of unrequited love you suffer from, seek for your remedy in revenge: weigh well the strength and beauty of your charms, and rouse up that spirit a woman ought to bear. Disdain the false embraces of a husband. See at your feet a real lover; his zeal may give him title to your pity, although his merit cannot claim your love.
Love. So, so, very fine, ifaith!
Aman. Why do you presume to talk to me thus? Is this your friendship to Mr. Loveless? I perceive you will compel me at last to acquaint him with your treachery.
Col. Town. He could not upbraid me if you were.He deserves it from me; for he has not been more false to you than faithless to me.
Aman. To you?
Col. Town. Yes, madam; the lady for whom he now deserts those charms which he was never worthy of, was mine by right; and, I imagine too, by inclination. Yes, madam, Berinthia, who now
Aman. Berinthia! Impossible!
Col. Town. Tis true, or may I never merit your attention. She is the deceitful sorceress who now holds your husbands heart in bondage.
Aman. I will not believe it.
Col. Town. By the faith of a true lover, I speak from conviction. This very day I saw them together, and overheard
Aman. Peace, sir! I will not even listen to such slanderthis is a poor device to work on my resentment, to listen to your insidious addresses. No, sir; though Mr. Loveless may be capable of error, I am convinced I cannot be deceived so grossly in him as to believe what you now report; and for Berinthia, you should have fixed on some more probable person for my rival than her who is my relation and my friend: for while I am myself free from guilt, I will never believe that love can beget injury, or confidence create ingratitude.
Col. Town. If I do not prove to you
Aman. You never shall have an opportunity. From the artful manner in which you first showed yourself to me, I might have been led, as far as virtue permitted, to have thought you less criminal than unhappy; but this last unmanly artifice merits at once my resentment and contempt.
Col. Town. Sure theres divinity about her; and she has dispensed some portion of honours light to me: yet can I bear to lose Berinthia without revenge or compensation? Perhaps she is not so culpable as I thought her. I was mistaken when I began to think lightly of Amandas virtue, and may be in my censure of my Berinthia. Surely I love her still, for I feel I should be happy to find myself in the wrong.
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