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HENRY.

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Vainly thou tell'ft me, what the woman's care Shall in the wildness of the wood prepare: Thou, ere thou goest, unhappyest of thy kind, Muft leave the habit and the fex behind. No longer fhall thy comely treffes break In flowing ringlets on thy fnowy neck; Or fit behind thy head, an ample round,

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In graceful braids' with various ribbon bound:

No longer shall the boddice, aptly lac'd

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From thy full bosom to thy flender' waist,'
That air and harmony of shape express,
Fine by degrees, and beautifully lefs:
Nor shall thy lower garments artful pleat,
From thy fair fide dependent to thy feet,
Arm their chafte beauties with a modeft pride,
And double ev'ry charm they seek to hide.
Th' ambrofial plenty of thy fhining hair,
Cropt off and loft, fcarce lower than thy ear,
Shall stand uncouth: a horfeman's coat shall hide
Thy taper fhape, and comeliness of fide:
The short trunk-hose shall fhew thy foot and knee
Licentious, and to common eye-fight free:
And, with a bolder ftride, and looser air,
Mingl❜d with men, a man thou must appear.

Nor folitude, nor gentle peace of mind,
Mistaken maid, fhalt thou in forests find:

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V. 426. breeds.

V. 428. waits.

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"Tis long fince Cynthia and her train were there;
Or guardian gods made innocence their care. 446
Vagrants and out-laws fhall offend thy view;
For fuch must be my friends; a hideous crew
By adverse fortune mix'd in social ill,
Train'd to affault, and difciplin'd to kill:
Their common loves, a lewd abandon'd pack,
The beadle's lash still flagrant on their back:
By floth corrupted, by disorder fed,

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Made bold by want, and prostitute for bread:
With fuch muft Emma hunt the tedious day, 455
Affift their violence, and divide their
prey :
With fuch she must return at setting light,

Tho' not partaker, witness of their night.
Thy ear, inur'd to charitable founds,
And pitying love, must feel the hateful wounds
Of jest obscene and vulgar ribaldry,
The ill-bred question, and the lewd reply;
Brought by long habitude from bad to worse,
Must hear the frequent oath, the direful curse,

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That latest weapon of the wretches war,

And blafphemy, fad comrade of defpair.

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Now, Emma, now the laft reflection make, What thou would'ft follow, what thou must forfake: By our ill-omen'd stars, and adverse heav'n,

No middle object to thy choice is given.

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Or yield thy virtue, to attain thy love;

Or leave a banish'd man, condemn'd in woods to

rove.

EMMA.

O grief of heart! that our unhappy fates
Force thee to fuffer what thy honour hates:
Mix thee amongst the bad; or make thee run
Too near the paths which virtue bids thee fhun.
Yet with her Henry ftill let Emma go;
With him abhor the vice, but share the woe:
And fure my little heart can never err
Amidst the worst; if Henry still be there.

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Our outward act is prompted from within;
And from the finner's mind proceeds the fin:
By her own choice free Virtue is approv'd;
Nor by the force of outward objects mov❜d.
Who has affay'd no danger, gains no praife. 485
In a small isle, amidst the widest seas,
Triumphant Conftancy has fix'd her feat:

In vain the fyrens fing, the tempefts beat:
Their flattery she rejects, nor fears their threat.

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For thee alone these little charms I dreft; 490 Condemn'd them, or absolv'd them by thy test. In comely figure rang'd, my jewels fhone, Or negligently plac'd, for thee alone : For thee again they shall be laid afide;

The woman, Henry, shall put off her pride 495 For thee: my cloaths, my fex, exchang'd for thee, I'll mingle with the people's wretched lee;

O line extreme of human infamy!

Wanting the fciffars, with these hands I'll tear (If that obftructs my flight) this load of hair. 500 Black foot, or yellow walnut shall disgrace

This little red and white of Emma's face.

These nails with scratches shall deform my breast, Left by my look, or color be express'd

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The mark of aught' high-born, or ever better

drefs'd.

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Yet in this commerce, under this disguise,
Let me be grateful ftill in Henry's eyes;
Loft to the world, let me to him be known:
My fate I can abfolve; if he fhall own,
That, leaving all mankind, I love but him alone.

HENRY.

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O wildest thought of an abandon'd mind! 511 Name, habit, parents, woman, left behind, Ev'n honour dubious, thou preferr'ft to go Wild to the woods with me: faid Emma fo? Or did I dream what Emma never faid? O guilty error! and O wretched maid! Whose roving fancy would refolve the fame With him, who next should tempt her eafie fame; And blow with empty words the fufceptible flame.) Now why should doubtful terms thy mind perplex? Confefs thy frailty, and avow thy fex: No longer loose defire for constant love

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Miftake; but fay, 'tis man with whom thou long'ft

to rove.

V. 505. ought.

EMMA.

Are there not poifons, racks, and flames, and

fwords;

That Emma thus muft die by Henry's words? 525 Yet what could fwords or poison, racks or flame, But mangle and disjoint this brittle frame ?

More fatal Henry's words; they murder Emma's fame.

And fall these sayings from that gentle tongue,
Where civil speech and foft perfuafion hung; 530
Whofe artful sweetness and harmonious strain,
Courting my grace, yet courting it in vain,
Call'd fighs, and tears, and wishes, to its aid;
And, whilst it Henry's glowing flame convey'd,
Still blam'd the coldness of the Nut-brown Maid?

Let envious jealousie and canker'd spight
Produce my actions to severest light,
And tax my open day, or fecret night.

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Did e'er my tongue speak my unguarded heart
The least inclin'd to play the wanton's part? 540
Did e'er my eye one inward thought reveal,
Which angels might not hear, and virgins tell?
And haft thou, Henry, in my conduct known
One fault, but that which I must never own,
That I, of all mankind, have lov'd but thee

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