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Latest Release: Chapter 1 : The Works of Aphra Behn.by Aphra Behn.PREFACE.It is perhaps not altogether easy to appre
The Works of Aphra Behn.by Aphra Behn.PREFACE.It is perhaps not altogether easy to appreciate the multiplicity of difficulties with which the first editor of Mrs. Behn has to cope. Not only is her life strangely mysterious and obscure, but the rubbish of
- 440 _Alb._ What's this, and at _Clarina's_ Lodgings too?Sure 'tis _Antonio_, impatient of delay, Gives her a Serenade for me.Enter _Isabella_._Isab._ 'Tis the Fool himself-- My Lord, where are you?_Alb._ How! a Woman's Voice! 'tis dark, I'll advance. _
- 439 _Ism._ Love you, and what would be the end of that?_Alb._ I cannot tell, but wish you were inclin'd To make a tryal, Madam; I have no thought or wish beyond that Blessing, And that once gain'd, sure I should ask no more._Ism._ Were I inclin'd to this,
- 438 _Lor._ The Girl is well, and if she were not my Sister, I would give you a more certain Proof of my Opinion of her; She has excellent good Hair, fine Teeth, And good Hands, and the best natur'd Fool-- Come, come, Sir, I'll bring you to her, And then I'
- 437 _Alb._ Sure thou hast a design to make her hate me._Ant._ Do you think so in earnest, why, was she angry?_Alb._ Oh! hadst thou seen her pretty blus.h.i.+ng Scorn, Which she would fain have hid, Thou wouldst have pitied what I made her suffer._Ant._ Is't
- 436 _Ism._ So we have heard enough.[Ex. _Clar._ and _Ism._ _Ant._ Oh, were _Clarina_ chaste, as on my Soul I cannot doubt, more than that I believe All Womankind may be seduc'd from Virtue; I were the Man of all the World most bless'd In such a Wife, and su
- 435 _Isab._ Madam, you are the same to a hair; Wou'd I might never stir If I can do any thing but wonder._Clar._ But hark, _Isabella_, if thou shou'dst have Heard amiss, and that thy information should not be good, Thou hast defeated us of a design, Wherein
- 434 _Lor._ Stay, good _Isabella_, stay, And thou shalt hear not one word of that more, Though I am soundly urg'd to't._Isab._ Yes, yes, pray count them, do; I know you long to be at it, And I am sure you will find you are in Arrears to us._Lor._ Say you so,
- 433 I hear some coming, and hope 'tis he-- _Pietro_, are the Horses ready? [Exit _Pietro_.Enter _Frederick_._Cur._ Sir, you are welcome from _Cloris's_ Arms._Fred._ With much ado, I am got loose from those fair Fetters, but not from those of her Beauty; By
- 432 Enter _Cloris_ drest in her Night Attire, with _Frederick_ dressing himself._Clo._ And will you leave me now to Fears, Which Love it self can hardly satisfy?But those, and that together sure will kill me, If you stay long away._Fred._ My Dear, 'tis almos
- 431 THE AMOROUS PRINCE.[Transcriber's Note: Entrances and bracketed stage directions were printed in _italics_, with proper names in roman type. The overall _italic_ markup has been omitted for readability.]ARGUMENT.Frederick, 'the Amorous Prince,' a mercu
- 430 p. 100 _Medicinae Professores._ This is from the _Troisieme Intermede_ of _Le Malade Imaginaire_ which commences:-- Savantissimi doctores, Medicinae professores, Qui hic a.s.semblati estis; Et vos, altri messiores, Sententiarum facultatis.p. 101 _Vanderbe
- 429 A Table and Six Chairs.'p. 89, l. 28 _come._ 4to 1678 'came'.p. 95, l. 20 _fatum._ 4to 1678 'fac.u.m.'p. 96, l. 2 _and will._ 1724, very erroneously, 'and I will'.p. 98, l. 13 _and Bartholomew._ I have added this entrance, unmarked in former editio
- 428 p. 16, l. 30 _Cuffet's._ 1724 'Cusset's'.p. 22, l. 22 _not._ Erroneously omitted by 4to 1678.p. 23, l. 2 _a Dog._ 4to 1678 'the Dog.'p. 23, l. 16 _with Page._ I have added the Page's exit.p. 25, l. 20 _Ex. severally._ 4to 1678 adds 'The End of the
- 427 [_Lod._ and _Isab._ kneel.Sir _Pat._ Why, G.o.d-a-mercy--some comfort that,--G.o.d bless ye.--I shall love Disobedience while I live for't._Lod._ I am glad on't, Sir, for then I hope you will forgive _Leander_, who has married my Sister, and not my Moth
- 426 _Lean._ Hah, _Wittmore_ there! he must not see my Uncle yet.[Puts Sir _Pat._ back.[Exit _Wit._ Sir _Pat._ Nay, Sir, never detain me, I'll to my Lady, is this your Demonstration?--Was ever so virtuous a Lady--Well, I'll to her, and console her poor Heart
- 425 That's a top of my Bill, sweet Sir.[Exeunt Doctors._Fan._ Lord, Sir Father, why do you give 'em Money?_Lean._ For talking Nonsense this Hour or two upon his Distemper._Fan._ Oh lemini, Sir, they did not talk one word of you, but of Dogs and Horses, and
- 424 _Leyd._ And I at _Leyden_, almost as long since._Fat_ D. And I at _Barcelona_ thirty.Sir _Cred._ And I at _Padua_, Sir._Fat_ D. You at _Padua?_ Sir _Cred._ Yes, Sir, I at _Padua_; why, what a pox, do ye think I never was beyond Sea? _Brun._ However, Sir,
- 423 Sir _Pat._ And between Meals, good Wine, Sweet-meats, Caudles,--Cordials and Mirabilises, to keep up my fainting Spirits.Sir _Cred._ A Pox of his Aldermans.h.i.+p: an the whole Bench were such notable Swingers, 'twould famish the City sooner than a Siege
- 422 L. _Fan._ This was lucky; Oh Madam, wou'd you have my Dear venture out, when a malignant Star reigns! not for the World.Sir _Pat._ No, I'll not stir; had it been any Star but a malignant Star, I had waited on your Ladys.h.i.+p: but these malignant Stars
- 421 L. _Kno._ He'll ruin all;--why, Sir,--he means-- Sir _Pat._ Nay, let him alone, let him alone, (with your Ladys.h.i.+p's pardon)--Come, Sir,--Fancy and Conceit, I take it, was the Question in debate.-- _Lean._ I cannot prove this to you, Sir, by force o
- 420 L. _Kno._ Sure _Lucretia_ merits a Husband of as much worth as your Nephew, Sir.Sir _Pat._ A better, Madam, for he's the leudest Hector in the Town; he has all the Vices of Youth, Whoring, Swearing, Drinking, d.a.m.ning, Fighting,--and a thousand more, n
- 419 _Wit._ Why, sure you do not carry Death in your Embraces, I find no Terror in that lovely Shape, no Daggers in that pretty scornful Look; that Breath that utters so much Anger now, last night was sweet as new-blown Roses are,--and spoke such Words, so ten
- 418 L. _Fan._ 'Tis that, 'tis that, my Dear, that makes me weep. Alas, I never hear this fatal Noise, but some dear Friend dies.Sir _Pat._ Hah, dies! Oh, that must be I, ay, ay, Oh.L. _Fan._ I've heard it, Sir, this two Days, but wou'd not tell you of it.
- 417 L. _Fan._ Good Heavens, Sir, is she dead?Sir _Pat._ I wou'd she were, her Portion and her Honour would then be sav'd. But oh, I'm sick at Heart, _Maundy_, fetch me the Bottle of _Mirabilis_ in the Closet,--she's wanton, unchaste.Enter _Maundy_ with th
- 416 _Rog._ Truly nay, Sir, for Mr. _Gogle_ has taken too much of the Creature this Morning, and is not in case, Sir.Sir _Pat._ How mean you, Sirrah, that Mr. _Gogle_ is overtaken with Drink?_Rog._ Nay, Sir, he hath over-eaten himself at Breakfast only.Sir _Pa
- 415 _Wit._ Egad, I am i'th wrong, I see by _Lucia's_ Looks.Sir _Pat._ That you have, Sir, you wou'd say, made a Sport and May-game of the Ingagement of your Word; I take it, Mr. _Fainlove_, 'tis not like the Stock you come from._Wit._ Yes, I was like to h
- 414 Enter Sir _Patient_, looking over her Shoulder a tip-toe._Maun._ Heaven! here's Sir _Patient_, Madam.L. _Fan._ Hah,--and 'tis too late to hide the Paper; I was just going to subscribe my Name.Sir _Pat._ Good morrow, my Lady _Fancy_, your Ladys.h.i.+p is
- 413 _Lod._ Let me alone to dispatch this Fool, I long to have him out of the way, he begins to grow troublesome:--but now my Mother expects you._Lean._ Prithee be careful of me.-- [Exit _Lean._ Sir _Cred._ What was this long Whisper, something about me?_Lod._
- 412 [Aside._Lod._ You must know, Gentlemen, I have a sort of a matrimonial Kindness for a very pretty Woman, she whom I tell you I disturb'd in the Garden, and last night she made me an a.s.signation in her Chamber: when I came to the Garden-door by which I
- 411 Sir _Cred._ Worse! Zoz, Man, what the Devil can be worse?_Lod._ Why, he has vow'd to kill you himself wherever he meets you, and now waits below to that purpose.Sir _Cred._ Sha, sha, if that be all, I'll to him immediately, and make Affidavit I never ha
- 410 Sir _Cred._ Ay, ay, that, we'll have that,--_Ill-wedded Joys, how quickly do you fade_,-- [Sings.] That's excellent! Oh, now the Windows open, now, now shew your capering Tricks. [Vaulting.[They all play again.Enter _Roger_ and a Company of Fellows as o
- 409 _Isab._ Oh Traytor! wou'd thou hadst been that Ravisher I took thee for, rather than such a Villain--false! and with my Mother too!L. _Fan._ And just then, Sir, you came to the Door, and lest you shou'd see him, intreated me to hide him from your Anger,
- 408 SCENE VII. _Changes to Lady _Fancy's_ Bed-chamber, discovers her as before; _Lodwick_ as just risen in Disorder from the Bed, b.u.t.toning himself, and setting himself in order; and Noise at the Door of unlatching it._ Enter _Isabella_ groping, Sir _Pati
- 407 _Lod._ Where are you, my dearest Creature?L. _Fan._ Here--give me your Hand, I'll lead you to those Joys we both so long have sigh'd for._Lod._ Hah! to Joys; sure she doth but dally with me. [Aside.L. _Fan._ Why come you not on, my dear?_Lod._ And yet,
- 406 _Maun._ Madam, I understand Lovers are best by dark, and shall be diligent: the Doctor has secur'd Sir _Patient_ by a sleeping Pill, and you are only to expect your approaching Happiness.[Exeunt.SCENE II. Lady _Knowell's_ Chamber.Enter Lady _Knowell_ an
- 405 _Maun._ Lord, how he's swoln! see how his Stomach struts.Sir _Pat._ Ah, 'tis true, though I perceive it not._Maun._ Not perceive it, Sir! put on your Clothes and be convinc'd,--try 'em, Sir.[She pulls off his Gown, and puts on his Doublet and Coat, wh
- 404 Sir _Pat._ To any Fool, except a Fool of your Race, of your Generation.-- L. _Kno._ How! a Fool of my Race, my Generation! I know thou meanest my Son, thou contumelious Knight, who, let me tell thee, shall marry thy Daughter _invito te_, that is, (to info
- 403 _Lod._ Any thing, so it be to little purpose.Sir _Cred._ Nay, Sir, let me alone for that matter--but who are they, prithee?_Lod._ Why, that's my Lady _Fancy_, and that's her Daughter-in-Law, salute 'em, Man.-- Sir _Cred._ Fair Lady,--I do protest and v
- 402 L. _Fan._ My Lady _Knowell_?Sir _Pat._ Yes, that Lady of eternal Noise and hard Words.L. _Fan._ Indeed 'tis with pain I am oblig'd to be civil to her, but I consider her Quality, her Husband was too an Alderman, your Friend, and a great Ay and No Man i
- 401 _Wit._ Madam, should I follow my inclinations, I should pay my Vows no where but there,--but I am inform'd Sir _Patient_ is a Man so positively resolv'd.-- L. _Fan._ That you should love his Wife. [Aside._Wit._ And I'll comply with that Resolve of his,
- 400 Enter _Leander_._Lod._ I hope 'twill be ridiculous enough, and then the Devil's in't if it do not do his Business with my Mother, for she hates all impertinent Noises but what she makes herself. She's now going to make a Visit to your Uncle, purposely
- 399 Sir _Cred._ A Pox of his Compliment. Why, this is worse than t'other.--What shall I do in this case?--should I speak and undeceive them, they would swear 'twere to save my Jems: and to part with 'em--Zoz, how simply should I look!--but hang't, when I
- 398 _Cur._ Yes, Sir._Lean._ This is the Beast _Lodwick_ spoke of; how could I laugh were he design'd for any but _Lucretia!_ [Aside.Sir _Cred._ And dost hear, ask him if he have not sold his own Dog _Diver_ with the white Ear; if I can purchase him, and my o
- 397 L. _Kno._ Oh, how I hate the impertinence of Women, who for the generality have no other knowledge than that of dressing; I am uneasy with the unthinking Creatures._Lucr._ Indeed 'tis much better to be entertaining a young Lover alone; but I'll prevent
- 396 The Works of Aphra Behn.by Aphra Behn.Volume IV.ARGUMENT.Sir Patient Fancy, a hypochondriacal old alderman, has taken a second wife, Lucia, a young and beautiful woman who, although feigning great affection and the strictest conjugal fidelity, intrigues w
- 395 Que les plumets seraient aimables Si leurs feux etaient plus constants!p. 401 _Cannons_. Canons were the immense and exaggerated breeches, adorned with ribbons and richest lace, which were worn by the fops of the court of Louis XIV. There is more than one
- 394 p. 278 _shatterhead_. A rare word for shatter-(scatter) brained. cf.The Countess of Winchilsea, _Miscellany Poems_ (1713), 'Pri'thee shatter-headed Fop'.p. 278 _Craffey_. Craffy is the foolish son of the Podesta in Crowne's _City Politicks_ (1683). He
- 393 p. 207 _the wonderful Salamanca Doctor_. cf. Notes, Vol. II, p. 433._silken Doctor. The City Heiress_. Prologue (p. 202); and Vol. II, p.437. _Salamanca. The City Heiress_, v, V (p. 297).p. 208 _the Twire_. cf. Note, Vol. II, p. 440. _Amorous Twire. The F
- 392 p. 175 _Bantring and Shamming_. Banter = to chaff or make fun of, at this time a new slang word. It is almost certain that the verb, which came into use about 1670, was a full decade earlier than the noun. In 1688 the substantive 'Banter' was up-to-date
- 391 THE FALSE COUNT.p. 99 _Forty One_. cf. note, Vol. II (p. 207) p. 433, _The City Heiress_.p. 99 _no Plot was true_. A patent allusion to the fict.i.tious Popish Plot.p. 99 _Conventicles_. For the accentuated last syllable, _vide_ Vol. I, p. 454. A striking
- 390 p. 424, l. 3 _Doct. Hold up_. 1724 improperly puts this speech after the stage direction.p. 424, l. 8 _Harlequin sits still_. 4tos 'He sits still.'p. 426, ll. 7, 9 _Mistriss_. 1724 'Mrs.'p. 426, l. 35 _Aside, and Exit_. 'Aside' only in 1724. I have
- 389 p. 357, l. 29 _Fal. Wert_. I have followed the arrangement of 4to 1671 throughout in this scene, which 1724 prints as prose.p. 358, l. 7 _Tiffany_. 4to 1690 and 1724 'Taffety.'p. 358, l. 22 _Philander's Apartments_. I have supplied this locale.p. 359,
- 388 p. 315, l. 10 _Thou would'st allow_. This is the reading of 4to 1690 and of 1724. 4to 1671 reads 'I should allow what I deny thee here.'p. 316, l. 31 _Philander's Bed-chamber_. I have added the locale.p. 317, l. 25 _marry other_. 1724 'marry any othe
- 387 p. 266, l. 20 _Scene IV_. I have numbered this scene.p. 267, l. 1 _Yet you may_. I have arranged the whole speech metrically.1687 prints to 'April Flow'rs' as prose. 1724 prints to 'gather'as prose.p. 267, l. 19 _Sir_. Omitted in 1724. p. 268, l. 11
- 386 p. 204, l. 34 _this St. Martin's Trumpery_. 1724 'these'.p. 205, l. 4 _my Girl_. 1724 omits 'my'.p. 206, l. 28 _of the World_. 1724 'of the whole World'.p. 207, l. 30 _beholding_. 1724 'beholden'.p. 207, l. 36 _Aside_. 1724 omits. p. 209, l. 2 _l
- 385 p. 72, l. 20 _Ex. severally_. 4to 1677 adds 'The End of the Fourth Act.'p. 72, l. 22 _Scene I_. I have numbered this scene.p. 76, l. 14 _Scene II. Lord Plotwell's House_. There is no scene division in 4to 1677. I have numbered this scene and added the
- 384 p. 15, l. 11 _you speak well_. 1724 omits 'well'.p. 15, l. 20 _Mrs. Celinda Dresswell_. Following 4to 1677 and 1724 I have retained the name Dresswell although it should obviously be Friendlove. In the first draft Friendlove was called Dresswell, and in
- 383 _Kep_. What are you?_Scar_. Two neighbouring Princes to your vast Dominion._Har_. Knights of the Sun, our honourable t.i.tles, And fight for that fair Mortal, _Mopsophil_._Mop_. Bless us!--my two precious Lovers, I'll warrant; well, I had better take up
- 382 _Bell_. Came you, most reverend Bards, from the Moon World?_Kep_. Most lovely Maid, we did._Doct_. May I presume to ask the manner how?_Kep_. By Cloud, Sir, through the Regions of the Air, down to the fam'd _Parna.s.sus_; thence by Water, along the River
- 381 _Har_. What did me I, Sir (Life being sweet) but fall on my Knees, and besought his Gloriousness not to eat me, for I was no Fish, but a Man; he ask'd me of what Country, I told him of _Naples_; whereupon the Emperor overjoy'd ask'd me if I knew that m
- 380 [Aside to _him_._Scar_. Let me alone._Doct_. I'll warrant you some Rogue that has some Plot on my Niece and Daughter._Scar_. No, no, Sir, he comes to impose the grossest Lye upon you, that ever was heard of._Enter_ Pedro _with others, with a Blanket. The
- 379 _Mop_. A City Apothecary, a most genteel Calling--Which shall I chuse?--Seignior Apothecary, I'll not expostulate the circ.u.mstantial Reasons that have occasion'd me this Honour._Scar_. Incomparable Lady, the Elegancy of your Repartees most excellently
- 378 _Scar_. Why, Sir, a Water impregnated to a Circulation with _prima Materia_; upon my Honour, Sir, the strongest I ever drank of._Doct_. How, Sir! did you drink of it?_Scar_. I only speak the words of _Garamanteen_, Sir.--Pox on him, I shall be trapt. [_As
- 377 _Cler_. Stark drunk! Sirrah, if you trouble me at every Mistake of yours thus, you shall quit your Office._Off_. I beg your Pardon, Sir, I am a little in Drink I confess--a little blind and mad--Sir, --This must be the Devil, that's certain.[_The_ Clerk
- 376 _Doct_. No wonder, Sir, Oh happy great _Gonzales_!_Char_. Your Virtue, Sir, will render you as happy--but I must haste-- this Night prepare your Daughter and your Niece, and let your House be dress'd, perfum'd, and clean._Doct_. It shall be all perform
- 375 _Har_. Oh yes, I serv'd a Parson's Wife?_Doct_. Is that a great Lady?_Har_. Ay, surely, Sir, what is she else? for she wore her Mantuas of _Brocade d'or_, Petticoats lac'd up to the Gathers, her Points, her Patches, Paints and Perfumes, and sat in the
- 374 _Scar_. But we lose precious time, since you design me a kind Hour in your Chamber._Har_. Oh Traitor!_Mop_. You'll be sure to keep it from _Harlequin_._Har_. Ah yes, he, hang him, Fool, he takes you for a Saint._Scar. Harlequin_! Hang him, shotten Herrin
- 373 [_Ex_. Doct. _and_ Peter._Scar_. No, Sir, 'tis Morning now--and I'm up for all day.--This Madness is a pretty sort of pleasant Disease, when it tickles but in one Vein--Why, here's my Master now, as great a Scholar, as grave and wise a Man, in all Argu
- 372 _Scar_. Sir-- _Doct_. What was that struck me?_Scar_. Struck you, Sir! Imagination._Doct_. Can my Imagination feel, Sirrah?_Scar_. Oh, the most tenderly of any part about one, Sir! _Doct_. Hum--that may be._Scar_. Are you a great Philosopher, and know not
- 371 _Bell_. We were unreasonable to forbid you that cold Joy, nor shall you wish long in vain, if you bring Matters so about, to get us with my Uncle's Consent._Ela_. Our Fortunes depending solely on his Pleasure, which are too considerable to lose._Cin_. Al
- 370 _Cin_. You may inform your self I believe, for these close Intrigues cannot be carried on without your Knowledge._Scar_. What Intrigues, Sir? be quick, for I'm in haste._Cin_. Who was the Lover I surpriz'd i'th' Closet?_Scar. Deceptio visus_, Sir; the
- 369 Bring 'em to me, And I'll convert that c.o.xcomb, and that Blockhead, into Your Honour and Right-Wors.h.i.+pful._Doct_. Mad, stark mad! Why, Sirrah, Rogue--_Scaramouch_ --How got this Mad-man in?[_While the_ Doctor _turns to_ Scaramouch, Cinthio _speaks
- 368 _Har_. The Ghost of a poor Lover, dwindled into a Heyho.[_He rises from under the Table, and falls at her Feet_.Scaramouch _enters. She runs off squeaking_._Scar_. Ha, My Rival and my Mistress!--Is this done like a Man of Honour, Monsieur _Harlequin_, to
- 367 _Enter_ Bellemante, _with a Candle in one Hand, and a Book in the other_._Bell_. I am in a _Belle_ Humor for Poetry to-night; I'll make some Boremes on Love. [_She writes and studies_._Out of a great Curiosity,--A Shepherd did demand of me_.-- No, no,--_
- 366 _Doct. Scaramouch_, I have, for thy singular Wit and Honesty, always had a Tenderness for thee above that of a Master to a Servant._Scar_. I must confess it, Sir._Doct_. Thou hast Virtue and Merit that deserves much._Scar_. Oh Lord, Sir!_Doct_. And I may
- 365 _Doct_. I am of that opinion, Sir; Man was not made for Woman._Char_. Most certain, Sir, Man was to have been immortaliz'd by the Love and Conversation of these charming Sylphs and Nymphs, and Women by the Gnomes and Salamanders, and to have stock'd the
- 364 _Bell_. Here, take my Prayer-Book, _Oh Ma tres chere_. [_Embraces her_._Ela_. Thy Eyes are always laughing, _Bellemante_._Bell_. And so would yours, had they been so well employ'd as mine, this morning. I have been at the Chapel, and seen so many Beaus,
- 363 _Scar_. Yes, yes. [_In heat_._Ela_. And hast thou delivered my Letter to his Nephew, Don _Cinthio_?_Scar_. Yes, yes, what should I deliver else?_Ela_. Well--and how does he?_Scar_. Lord, how should he do? Why, what a laborious thing it is to be a Pimp? [_
- 362 So Spark in an Intrigue of Quality, Grows weary of his splendid Drudgery; Hates the Fatigue, and cries a Pox upon her, What a d.a.m.n'd Bustle's here with Love and Honour?In humbler Comedy we next appear, No Fop or Cuckold, but slap-dash we had him here
- 361 _We charged you boldly in our first advance, And gave the Onset_ a la mode de France, _As each had been a_ Joan of Orleance._Like them our Heat as soon abated too; Alas we could not vanquish with a Show, Much more than that goes to the conquering you.The
- 360 [_He offers to embrace him, but he is shy, and keeps a little off_.Why dost receive me coldly? I'm in earnest; As I love Honour, and esteem thee generous, I mean thee nothing but a perfect Friends.h.i.+p; By all my hopes I've no more quarrels to thee, A
- 359 _Isil_. The Storm comes on, your Highness should avoid it._Phi_. Let him give place, I'll keep possession here._Isil_. It is the Prince's pleasure, Sir, you quit the Presence._Alcip_. No, this I call my Home; And since _Erminia's_ here that does ent.i.
- 358 _Alcip_. It cannot be, and yet methinks I give A strange and sudden credit to this Spirit, It beckon'd me into another room; I'll follow it, and know its business there. [_Aside_._Pis_. Come, Sir, I am a kind of Prophet, And can interpret Dreams too.We
- 357 That very Sound tears out my hated Soul, --And to compleat my ruin, I'll still behold this face where Murder dwells.[_He looks in the gla.s.s_, Erminia _steals behind him, and looks into it over his shoulder; he is frighted_.Ha--what does this Gla.s.s pr
- 356 _Am_. Then there be Ghosts, _Alcander_._Phi_. _Aminta_, we'll convince him.[Phi. _leads out_ Er. _who comes smiling to the_ Princess._Gal_. But how, dear Creature, wert thou thus preserv'd?_Phi_. Another time for that, but now let's think [Aminta _embr
- 355 _Phi_. What Voice is that? [_Turns, sees her, and is frighted_._Er_. 'Tis I, my Prince, 'tis I._Phi_. Thou--G.o.ds--what art thou--in that lovely shape?_Er_. A Soul that from Elysium made escape, [_As she comes towards him, he goes back in great amaze_.
- 354 _Org_. Remember, Sir, _Erminia_ was my Daughter._Gal_. And, Sir, remember that I am your Daughter._Org_. And shall the Traitor live that murder'd her?_Gal_. And will you by his Death, Sir, murder me?In dear _Erminia's_ Death too much is done; If you rev
- 353 --I will not speak with him._Page_. My Lord, he's here.[Page _goes out_._Enter_ Pisaro._Pis_. Not speak with me! nay then I fear the worst. _Alcip_. Not for the world, _Pisaro_-- [_Hides his face with his hand_, Pis. _sees_ Erminia._Pis_. Thy guilt is he
- 352 _Phi_. Not for the world, _Erminia_, My Innocence shall be my guard and thine._Er_. Upon my knees I'll beg you'll be conceal'd, [_A noise_.He comes; _Philander_, for my safety go._Phi_. I never did obey with more regret.[_He hides himself behind the Be
- 351 _Phi_. Here, _Isillia_._Isil_. Give me your hand, my Lord, and follow me._Phi_. To such a Heaven as thou conduct'st me to, Though thou should'st traverse h.e.l.l, I'd follow thee._Alcan_. You'll come back in charity, _Isillia_?_Isil_. Yes, if I dare t
- 350 _Enter_ Alcippus _and_ Pisaro._Pis_. You seem'd then to be pleas'd with what she said._Alcip_. And then methought I was so, But yet even then I fear'd she did dissemble.--G.o.ds, what's a Man possest with Jealousy?_Pis_. A strange wild thing, a Lover
- 349 _Alcip_. Ah, do not weep, a tear or two's enough For the Completion of your Cruelty, That when it fail'd to exercise your will, Sent those more powerful Weapons from your Eyes, And what by your severity you mist of, These (but a more obliging way) perfo
- 348 SCENE III. Galatea's _Apartments_._Enter_ Galatea _and_ Erminia._Er_. And 'tis an act below my Quality, Which, Madam, will not suffer me to fly._Gal. Erminia_, e'er you boast of what you are, Since you're so high I'll tell you what you were: Your Fat
- 347 _Fal_. Your pardon, sweet _Alcander_, I protest I am Not in so gay an humour._Alcan_. Farewell, I had forgot my self.[_Exit_._Fal_. Stark mad, by _Jove_--yet it may be not, for _Alcander_ has many unaccountable humours.Well, if this be agreeable to _Amint
- 346 _Fal_. He was a little too familiar with me._Cle_. Madam, my Sister _Isillia_-- _Fal_. A curse, he will out with it-- [_Aside, pulls him by the Arm_._Cle_. Confess she is your Mistress. [_Aside_._Fal_. I call my Mistress, Madam. _Am_. My Cousin _Isillia_
- 345 Set _Galatea's_ Charms before your Eyes, Think of the Glory to divide a Kingdom; And do not waste your n.o.ble Youth and Time Upon a peevish Heart you cannot gain.This day you must to th'Camp, and in your absence I'll take upon me what I scorn'd last
- 344 _Er_. Upon my knees I beg to be obey'd, [_She kneels_.--But if I must not, here discharge your Anger._Phi_. You are too great a Tyrant where you may.[_Exeunt_ Erminia _and_ Alcippus._Phi_. Stay, shall I let her go? shall her Commands, Though they have po
- 343 _Page_. My Lord, is't you are fallen?Help, Murder! Murder!_Pis_. Hold, bawling Dog._Enter_ Alcippus _in a Night-gown, with a Sword in his hand, a_ Page _with Lights_._Alcip_. 'Twas hereabouts--who's this, _Pisaro_ wounded? [_He looks up_.How cam'st th
- 342 _Enter_ Pisaro _alone_._Pis_. Ha! who's that? a Lover, on my life, This amorous malady reigns every where; Nor can my Sister be an ignorant Of what I saw this night in _Galatea_: I'll question her--Sister, _Aminta_, Sister.[_Calls as at her Lodgings_._E
- 341 Dost know where my _Erminia_ lies to night?_Alcan_. I guess, Sir._Phi_. Where? Nay, prithee speak, Indeed I shall not be offended at it._Alcan_. I know not why you should, Sir; She's where she ought, abed with young _Alcippus_._Phi_. Thou speak'st thy r