Truman Junior. ow hard, alas, is that young Lover's fate, Who has a father Covetous and Cholerique! What has he made me swear?— I dare not think upon the Oath, lest I should keep it——— Never to see my Mistris more, or hear her speak Without his leave; And farewel then the use Of Eyes and Ears;——— And all this Wickedness I submitted to, For fear of being Disinherited; For fear of losing Durt and Dross, I lose My Mistris——— There's a Lover! Fitter much For Hell than thousand perjuries could make him, Fit to be made th'Example which all Women Should reproach Men with, when themselves grow false; Yet she, the good and charitable Lucia, With such a bounty as has onely been Practis'd by Heaven, and Kings inspir'd from thence, Forgives still, and still loves her perjur'd Rebel, I'le to my father strait, and swear to him Ten thousand Oathes ne'r to observe that wicked one Which he' has extorted from me——— Here he comes; And my weak heart, already us'd to falshood, Begins to waver.
ow hard, alas, is that young Lover's fate,