Vincentio.
CAMILLA.
My Father lov'd Ernesto as his Soul, and he was held
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in high Esteem by all, who knew his Worth. Had I before
the Tilt known that Vincentio was Ernesto's Son, I
shou'd have giv'n him Tears unto Intreaties e'er he
should so have ventur'd.
JULIA.
But come, Camilla,To-day he was our Champion, and
we ought to thank him;—perhaps it may be some poor
Satisfaction to him for the Unkindness of the Duke
my Father.—Hillario.
HILLARIO.
Madam.
JULIA.
Say to the Gentleman, if he's at Leisure, we would
exchange a Word or two with him.
HILLARIO.
The Princesses, Sir, would speak with you.
(To Vincentio)
VINCENTIO.
Your Pleasure, Ladies?
JULIA.
To thank you, Sir: You've well deserv'd to Day,
And, were it in my Power, your Reward
Had been proportion'd better to your Merit.
CAMILLA.
Wear this for me, Sir; (giving him a Bracelet) all a
wretched Maid can give;—my Fortunes have been
better.
Julia and Camilla retire
VINCENTIO (after a Pause.)
Where am I? Lost in Tides of new-blown Joy
I have not Power to bless the Hand that raises me;
My panting Soul fled from me as she spoke,
And nought remains but a poor lifeless Coarse.
CAMILLA (returning.)
Did he not call us back?—My Pride fell with my
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Fortunes, I'll ask him what he wou'd;—Said you,
Sir?
VINCENTIO.
Lady?
CAMILLA.
You have fought well To-day, and overcome more
than your Enemies.
JULIA.
Come, Cousin, will you walk?
CAMILLA.
Aye. Farewel, Sir.
VINCENTIO.
My best of Wishes follow you!—
(Vincentio stands looking after them.)
John Carrington [1739], The modern receipt: or, A Cure for Love. A comedy. Altered from Shakespeare. With Original Poems, Letters &c. (Printed for the Author, London) [word count] [S35300].
