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A54093
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Love without interest, or, The man too hard for the master a comedy : as it was acted at the Theatre Royal by His Majesty's servants.
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Pinkethman, William, d. 1725.
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1699
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Wing P1242; ESTC R19553
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you do not love Wild. Both true to Heaven and you I both confess To you who next that Heaven I dare most trust Yet may I feel there all revenging Ire If this Moment that I speak my Heart 's not free From any Chains but hers As Infant Babes before they heard Love nam'd From Fate and Want 't is true first sprung my Love But by that aweful Deity I swear Her Coldness by a Power well known to him Has so fomented nay encreas'd my Flame I 'd rather live upon some Desart Rock The Weeds for Food Repentant-Tears my Drink Her only for my All Than ' midst the greatest Luxury and Pomp This World this nauseous World can give without-her Hon. Trust me your Words and Actions are so full Of true Repentance and of generous Passion That had I Tears for any but my Trulove I could spare some for you But go be prosperous in your matchless Flame Matchless indeed to any but my Trulove's Perswade her you 're but what y'appear to me You 'll find her kind or force her to be Just Wild. You as my better Genius I obey I ne'er can miss while that points out the way Hon. And may you find it tho' I miss my own Thou Mirrour of a reclaim'd repentant Lover Oh Trulove Could I wish the least of Ill. To one whose Love so far surpasses mine Thus could I wish you that I might at least Merit you better or you less deserve me Enter Trulove observing Oh Trulove Trulove Charmer of my Soul Thou dear Disturber of my Virgin Peace Thou Ever-present Object to my Mind Trulove as constant Trulove runs and catches her in his Arms she faints As Honoria's kind Look up thou drooping Cherubin look up Thou noblest Compound of True Love and Honour Oh! why so pale Why close you up those Eyes That cause my Adoration sooth my Love Hon. And may the Powers be deaf unto my Prayers Now deaf when most I need their piteous Help If I don't love you with an equal Flame Nay greater by my Soul for it forebodes Should I our Ruines grant join Want to Want And then you see the Products of our Loves The tender Sprouts of our engrafted Souls Nipp'd by the frozen Blasts of chilly need Those Flames you now think durable as mine Would turn to Tears your Love would pine to pity Bat yet if I which Omen Heaven avert Should be reduc'd by Love to that sad State To see those groveling Infants on my Lap Making with Tears their fruitless Signs for Bread For want of that expiring on my Breasts Embracing I 'd hug the darling Cause of our Destruction On his Mouth And thus sigh out my unreproaching Soul Enter Jenny Jen. So close Nay then I 'm come before my cue Exit Tru. More than enough thou exquisitely good I must desist for fear so great a Saint Shou'd bear within her a Prophetick Mind Yet of you Heavens that ne'er deny what 's Just Kneeling My Heart as humbl'd as my bended Knee I crave this mighty Boon Grant me but Means to shew this gen'rous Maid How much I lov'd how much my Soul ador'd But to requite this Seraphin of Love And then as one whose earthly Frame 's too base Raving To rival those that twirle the spinning Spheres Rising abruptly I 'll grudging yield to your abstruse Decrees Hon. Your Sence seems unconnected Actions wild O stem this raging Torrent of your Passion Call up your Reason Srength and Resolution With all those heavenly Gifts adorn your Mind Methinks I see through those condensed Mists Through this long dismal and afflicting Night A glorious Dawn that scatters all the Clouds And brings a welcome Day-break to our Loves What if kind Heaven should at the last relent Tru. musing For you it may for me it never can Hon. O shield him all ye glorious Sprights above Whose Divine Talents are to Know and Love Kindly distil into my lab'ring Soul Such Charms as may his wandring Sense controll Or by th' Omniscient Deity I must Be base yet still methinks I would be just How fare you Sir Enter Jenny Jenny Very well Madam or he shall be so shortly I bring that along with me will cure all Distempers Hon. It must be little less I assure you that can excuse this unseasonable Intrusion Jenny O! Madam I bring that which will attone for this or any other Crime yet with Respect I think I came most opportunely for if ever Maid help'd her Mistress out at a dead Lift 't was my self I gad if I had not watch'd my Cue you must have fell to hugging again for the speaking part was out I 'm sure Hon. Bless me the Wench is mad Jenny I must have been or worse to have let you run on at this rate when I had that in my Eye to reconcile the Difference Hon. Worse and worse still What Difference or with whom Jenny Why with Mr. Trulove as I take it He doats on you you doat on him and yet you won't marry him because because I've a Notion on 't in my Head but that 's such a new kind of a mad Whim that there 's neither Name nor Reason for 't Pray Sir what do you call this same What-ye-call't Tru. madly Dim-sighted Maid I 'll couch thy Cataract Rear thy Crystalline Eye-balls to the Skies Ay there the Hah yet higher higher yet Through that transparant water'd tabby Veil Just by the Star-embroider'd Throne of Jove The Strife of Honour Gratitude and Love Soberly There 's the Name Ask the Women the Reason they have monopoliz'd that to Quilt Petticoats with and 't is Treason by the Laws of the Ladies for Men but to tread on Pea-hens Trains Madly Hon. weeping He raves he raves unpitying Powers he raves Jenny aside I gad I think ye both rave This is the maddest Courtship I ever saw I could almost cry my self to see what Fools they make of one another Hon. giving her Hand Here take this fatal forc'd Restorative Jenny aside Ay right if the Operation of that don't fetch you both to your Senses 'fore to Morrow Morning we must proceed to Hellebore Hon. What yet unmov'd Trulove kisses Honoria 's Hand No Thanks to Heaven he mends Tru. weeps See the Distemper purging at his Eyes And the Sympathick Virtue moist'ning mine This sure of all Extreams must be most sad Both by Love perish or for Love be mad Jenny There 's no Occasion for either Madam that I know but one retire into the next Room if I don't give you an Antidote ' gainst both may I not have the licking of the Gallipot Hon. Surely the Disease is catching the Girl talks like Jen. Like an Apothecary who has a Most Excellent Elixir Salutis within I assure you Madam Hon. Be plain or I shall have fresh Straw and a dark Chamber provided What is' t you talk of Jenny Why Lands Lordships Pounds by Thousands Nay Madam I don't dream nor is there any Inchantment in the Case Hon. Defend me My