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CARDELIA. SMILINDA.

CARDELIA.

HE Baffet-Table spread, the Tallier come; Why stays Smilinda in the Dreffing-room? Rife, penfive Nymph; the Tallier waits for you.

SMILINDA.

Ah, Madam, fince my Sharper is untrue,
I joyless make my once ador'd Alpheu.
I faw him ftand behind Ombrelia's Chair,
And whisper with that soft, deluding air,

And thofe feign'd fighs which cheat the liftening
Fair.

CARDELIA.

Is this the cause of your romantic ftrains?
A mightier grief my heavy heart sustains.
As You by Love, fo I by Fortune cross'd;
One, one bad Deal, Three Septlevas have loft.

SMILINDA.

Is that the grief, which you compare with mine?
With ease, the smiles of Fortune I refign:
Would all my gold in one bad Deal were gone;
Were lovely Sharper mine, and mine alone.

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CARDELIA.

CARDELIA.

A lover loft, is but a common care ;

And prudent Nymphs against that change prepare:
The Knave of Clubs thrice loft: Oh! who could guess
This fatal stroke, this unforeseen Distress?

SMILINDA.

See Betty Lovet! very à propos,

She all the cares of Love and Play does know :
Dear Betty shall th' important point decide;
Betty, who oft the pain of each has try'd;
Impartial, she shall say who fuffers most,
By Cards, Ill-Ufage, or by Lovers loft.

LOVET.

Tell, tell your griefs; attentive will I stay, Though time is precious, and I want fome Tea.

CARDELIA.

Behold this Equipage, by Mathers wrought,
With Fifty Guineas (a great Pen'worth) bought.
See, on the Tooth-pick, Mars and Cupid ftrive;
And both the struggling figures seem alive.
Upon the bottom shines the Queen's bright Face;
A Myrtle Foliage round the Thimble-case;
Jove, Jove himself does on the Sciffars fhine ;
The Metal, and the Workmanship, divine!

SMILINDA.

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This Snuff-box,-once the pledge of Sharper's love, When rival beauties for the Present ftrove;

At Corticelli's he the Raffle won;

Then firft his Paffion was in public shown:
Hazardia blush'd, and turn'd her head afide,
A Rival's envy (all in vain) to hide.
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This Snuff-box,-on the Hinge fee Brilliants shine:
This Snuff-box will I stake; the Prize is mine.

CARDELIA.

Alas! far leffer loffes than I bear,

Have made a Soldier figh, a Lover fwear.
And oh! what makes the disappointment hard,
'Twas my own Lord that drew the fatal Card.
In Complaifance, I took the Queen he gave;
Though my own fecret wish was for the Knave.
The Knave won Sonica, which I had chofe;
And the next Pull, my Septleva I lose.

SMILINDA.

But ah! what aggravates the killing smart, The cruel thought, that ftabs me to the heart; This curs'd Ombrelia, this undoing Fair,

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By whofe vile arts this heavy grief I bear;

She, at whose name I fhed these spiteful tears,

She owes to me the very charms fhe wears.

An awkward Thing, when firft the came to Town;

Her Shape unfashion'd, and her Face unknown:

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She was my friend; I taught her first to spread
Upon her fallow cheeks enlivening red :

I introduc'd her to the Park and Plays;
And by my intereft, Cozens made her Stays.
Ungrateful wretch, with mimic airs grown pert,
She dares to steal my Favourite Lover's heart.

CARDELIA.

Wretch that I was, how often have I fwore,
When Winnall tally'd, I would punt no more!
I know the Bite, yet to my Ruin run;
And fee the Folly, which I cannot shun.

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SMILINDA.

SMILINDA.

How many Maids have Sharper's vows deceiv'd! How many curs'd the moment they believ'd! Yet his known Falfehoods could no Warning prove: Ah! what is Warning to a Maid in Love?

CARDELIA.

But of what marble must that breaft be form'd,

To gaze on Baffet, and remain unwarm'd?

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When Kings, Queens, Knaves, are fet in decent rank;
Expos'd in glorious heaps the tempting Bank,
Guineas, Half-guineas, all the shining train ;
The Winner's pleasure, and the Lofer's pain:
In bright Confufion open Rouleaus lie,
They strike the Soul, and glitter in the Eye.
Fir'd by the fight, all reason I disdain;

My Paffions rife, and will not bear the rein,
Look upon Baffet, you who reafon boast;

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And fee if reafon must not there be loft.

SMILINDA,

What more than marble must that heart compose,
Can hearken coldly to my Sharper's Vows?
Then, when he trembles! when his Blushes rife !
When awful Love feems melting in his Eyes!
With eager beats his Mechlin Cravat moves :
He loves,-I whisper to myself, he loves!
Such unfeign'd Paffion in his looks appears,
I lose my Memory of my former Fears;
My panting heart confeffes all his charms,
I yield at once, and fink into his arms.
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Think of that moment, you who Prudence boast;
For fuch a moment, Prudence well were lost,

CARDELIA.

At the Groom-Porter's, batter'd Bullies play, Some Dukes at Marybone bowl Time away.. But who the Bowl, or rattling Dice compares To Baffet's heavenly Joys, and pleasing Cares?

SMILINDĄ.

Soft Simplicetta doats upon a Beau; Prudina likes a Man, and laughs at Show. Their several graces in my Sharper meet; Strong as the Footman, as the Master sweet.

LOVET,

Cease your contention, which has been too long;

I grow impatient, and the Tea's too strong.
Attend, and yield to what I now decide;
The Equipage shall grace Smilinda's Side:
The Snuff-box to Cardelia I decree,

Now leave complaining, and begin your Tea.

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