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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
- 340 But why, _Erminia_, must I grant it thee?_Er_. The Princess, Sir, questions my Power, and says, I cannot gain so much upon your Goodness._Alcip_. I could have wish'd some other had oblig'd thee to't._Er_. You would not blame her if you knew
- 339 _Oli_. Faith, Madam, that's his way of making love._Am_. It will not take with me, I love a Man Can kneel, and swear, and cry, and look submiss, As if he meant indeed to die my Slave: Thy Brother looks--but too much like a Conqueror. [_Sighs_._Oli_.
- 338 SCENE I. _The Palace_._Enter_ Philander _and_ Galatea _inrag'd_._Phi_. 'Tis done, 'tis done, the fatal knot is ty'd, _Erminia_ to _Alcippus_ is a Bride; Methinks I see the Motions of her Eyes, And how her Virgin b.r.e.a.s.t.s do fall a
- 337 _Er_. No, Sir, it is no crime, or if it be, Let Prince _Philander_ make the Peace for me; He 'twas that taught the Sin (if Love be such.) _Org. Erminia_, peace, he taught you then too much._Er_. Nay, Sir, you promis'd me you wou'd not blame
- 336 _Gal_. Methinks thou now should'st blush to bid me live._Am_. Madam, 'tis the best counsel I can give._Gal_. Thy Counsel! Prithee, what dost counsel now?_Am_. What I would take my self I counsel you._Gal_. You must my Wounds and my Misfortunes b
- 335 _Fal_. Now am I in a very fine condition, A comfortable one, as I take it: I have ventur'd my Life to some purpose now; What confounded luck was this, that he of all men Living, should happen to be my Rival?Well, I'll go visit _Aminta_, and see
- 334 _Phi_. I'm ruin'd.-- [_Aside_._King_. _Alcippus_, with her Father's leave, she's thine._Org_. Sir, 'tis my Aim and Honour._Phi. Alcippus_, is't a time to think of Weddings, When the disorder'd Troops require your Presenc
- 333 MEN.King, Mr. _Westwood_._Philander_, his Son, betrothed to _Erminia_, Mr. _Smith_._Alcippus_, Favourite, in love with _Erminia_, Mr. _Betterton_._Orgulius_, late General, Father to _Erminia_, Mr. _Norris_. _Alcander_, Friend to the Prince, in love with _
- 332 Oft has the soft, insipid Sonneteer In_ Nice _and_ Flutter, _seen his Fop-face here.Well was the ignorant lampooning Pack Of shatterhead Rhymers whip'd on_ Craffey's _back; But such a trouble Weed is Poetaster, The lower 'tis cut down, it g
- 331 Sir _Feeb_. Oh, wou'd I could, so I gave half my Estate-- L. _Ful_. That Penitence atones with him and Heaven.--Come forth, _Leticia_, and your injur'd Ghost._Enter_ Leticia, Bellmour, _and_ Phillis.Sir _Feeb_. Hah, Ghost--another Sight would ma
- 330 L. _Ful_. Hah--my Husband do this?_Gay_. He, by Love, he was the kind Procurer, Contriv'd the means, and brought me to thy Bed.L. _Ful_. My Husband! My wise Husband!What fondness in my Conduct had he seen, To take so shameful and so base Revenge?_Gay
- 329 _Gay_. Be gone, I say, Sir-- [_He runs out_.I am convinc'd last night I was with _Julia_.Oh Sot, insensible and dull!_Enter softly Sir_ Cautious.Sir _Cau_. So, the Candle's out--give me your hand. [_Leads him softly in_.SCENE V. _Changes to a Be
- 328 L. _Ful_. That's your fault, Sir, not mine.Sir _Cau_. But being so, if I shou'd be good-natur'd, and give thee leave to love discreetly-- L. _Ful_. I'd do't without your leave, Sir.Sir _Cau_. Do't--what, cuckold me?L. _Ful_.
- 327 _Gay_. How, Sir! D'ye think my Devil of so little Quality, to suffer an Affront unrevenged?_Bea_. Sir, I cry his Devils.h.i.+p's Pardon: I did not know his Quality. I protest, Sir, I love and honour him, but I am now just going to be married, Si
- 326 Sir _Feeb_. Ah-- _Let_. and _Phil_. [_squeak_]--Oh, Heavens!--why, is it _Bellmour_? [_Aside to_ Phil._Bel_. Go not to Bed, I guard this sacred Place, And the Adulterer dies that enters here.Sir _Feeb_. Oh--why do I shake?--sure I'm a Man, what art t
- 325 _Gay_. 'Tis not in my Bargain to sollicit her, Sir, you are to procure her--or three hundred pounds, Sir; chuse you whether.Sir _Cau_. Procure her! with all my soul, Sir; alas, you mistake my honest meaning, I scorn to be so unjust as not to see you
- 324 Sir _Cau_. What, set it against my Wife?_Gay_. Wife, Sir! ay, your Wife-- Sir _Cau_. Hum, my Wife against three hundred Pounds! What, all my Wife, Sir?_Gay_. All your Wife! Why, Sir, some part of her wou'd serve my turn.Sir _Cau_. Hum--my Wife--why,
- 323 _Dia_. Are you his Advocate, Sir? [_In scorn_._Bea_. For want of a better-- [_Stands behind him, pus.h.i.+ng him on_._Bred_. An Advocate for Love I am, And bring you such a Message from a Heart-- _Bea_. Meaning mine, dear Madam._Bred_. That when you hear
- 322 Sir _Cau_. I say the Devil; Heaven bless every wise Man from the Devil._Bea_. The Devil, sha! there's no such Animal in Nature; I rather think he pads._Noi_. Oh, Sir, he has not Courage for that--but he's an admirable Fellow at your Lock.Sir _Ca
- 321 L. _Ful_.--Is my Lady at leisure for a Visit, Sir?_Bel_. Always to receive your Ladys.h.i.+p.[_She goes out_.Sir _Cau_. With me, Sir, wou'd you speak?_Gay_. With you, Sir, if your name be _Fulbank_. Sir _Cau_. Plain _Fulbank_! methinks you might have
- 320 L. _Ful_. I'll not consider why you play the Fool, Present me Rings and Bracelets; why pursue me; Why watch whole Nights before my senseless Door, And take such Pains to shew your self a c.o.xcomb._Gay_. Oh! why all this?By all the Powers above, by t
- 319 _Bel_. Hah--see, by Heaven _Leticia_, Oh, we are ruin'd!Sir _Feeb_. Hum--what's here, two Women?-- [_Stands a little off_._Enter_ Leticia _and_ Phillis _softly, undrest, with a Box_._Let_. Where are you, my best Wishes? Lord of my Vows--and Char
- 318 Sir _Cau_. 'Tis that I wou'd be glad to know, Sir._Enter _d.i.c.k.Sir _Feeb_. Here, _d.i.c.k_, remember I've brought back your Master's Watch; next time he sends for me o'er Night, I'll come to him in the Morning.Sir _Cau_. H
- 317 Sir _Cau_. No disturbance to serve a Friend-- Sir _Feeb_. I think I am your Friend indeed, Sir _Cautious_, or I wou'd not have been here upon my Wedding-Night.Sir _Cau_. His Wedding-Night--there lies his Grief, poor Heart! Perhaps she has cuckolded h
- 316 Pert sings._You, before you enter here On this sacred Ring must swear_, [Puts it on his Finger, holds his Hand._By the Figure which is round, Your Pa.s.sion constant and profound; By the Adamantine Stone, To be fixt to one alone: By the l.u.s.tre, which i
- 315 Sir _Feeb_. Why, _Francis_, where are you, Knave?[_Sir _Feeb_. within_._Bel_. I must be gone, lest he suspect us--I'll lose him, and return to thee immediately--get thy self ready.-- _Let_. I will not fail, my Love.[_Exit_ Bellmour. _Old Man forgive
- 314 Sir _Feeb_. So, put it into my Cabinet,--safe, _Francis_, safe._Bel_. Safe, I'll warrant you, Sir.Sir _Feeb_. My Gown, quick, quick,--t'other Sleeve, Man--so now my Night-cap; well, I'll in, throw open my Gown to fright away the Women, and
- 313 L. _Ful_. 'Tis not a dying Uncle, I hope, Sir?_Gay_. Hum-- L. _Ful_. The Gentleman a dying, and to go out of Town to morrow?_Gay_. Ay--a--he goes--in a Litter--'tis his Fancy, Madam--Change of Air may recover him.L. _Ful_. So may your change of
- 312 _Bea_. Very scurvily, that is to say, be always fas.h.i.+onably drunk, despise the Tyranny of your Bed, and reign absolutely--keep a Seraglio of Women, and let my b.a.s.t.a.r.d Issue inherit; be seen once a Quarter, or so, with you in the Park for Counten
- 311 _Let_. Alas, I heard, my _Bellmour_, thou wert dead._Bel_. And was it thus you mourn'd my Funeral?_Let_. I will not justify my hated Crime: But Oh! remember I was poor and helpless, And much reduc'd, and much impos'd upon.[Bellmour _weeps_.
- 310 _Gay_. Ay, the Devil, Sir, if you mean to thrive.[_Exit_ Rag.Who can this be--but see he comes to inform me--withdraw._Enter_ Bredwel _drest like a Devil_._Bred_. I come to bring you this-- [_Gives him a Letter_. Gayman _reads_._Receive what Love and Fort
- 309 _Gay_. Here, _Rag_, run and fetch her a Pint of Sack--there's no other way of quenching the Fire in her flabber Chops.[_Exit_ Rag.--But, my dear Landlady, have a little Patience._Land_. Patience! I scorn your Words, Sir--is this a place to trust in?t
- 308 Sir _Feeb_. You honour us too highly now, Madam.[_Presents his Wife, who salutes her_.L. _Ful_. Give you Joy, my dear _Leticia_! I find, Sir, you were resolved for Youth, Wit and Beauty.Sir _Feeb_. Ay, ay, Madam, to the Comfort of many a hoping c.o.xcomb:
- 307 Sir _Cau_. But wise Men have respect to Times and Seasons.Sir _Feeb_. Wise young Men, Sir _Cautious_; but wise old Men must nick their Inclinations; for it is not as 'twas wont to be, for it is not as 'twas wont to be-- [_Singing and Dancing_._E
- 306 _Bred_. Yes, Madam; and at the door encountred the beastly thing he calls a Landlady; who lookt as if she had been of her own Husband's making, compos'd of moulded Smith's Dust. I ask'd for Mr. _Wasteall_, and she began to open--and di
- 305 _Bel_. From the _Hague_! Now have I a curiosity to see it--I am his Servant--give it me--[_Gives it him, and Exit_.--Perhaps here may be the second part of my Tragedy, I'm full of Mischief, _Charles_--and have a mind to see this Fellow's Secrets
- 304 _Gay_. I see you're peevish, and you shall be humour'd.--You know my _Julia_ play'd me e'en such another Prank as your false one is going to play you, and married old Sir _Cautious Fulbank_ here i'th' City; at which you know
- 303 _Enter_ Phillis _in the Balcony, throws 'em Money_._Rise_, Cloris, _charming Maid, arise!And baffle breaking Day, Shew the adoring World thy Eyes Are more surprizing gay; The G.o.ds of Love are smiling round, And lead the Bridegroom on, And_ Hymen _h
- 302 My Lord, Your Lords.h.i.+ps most Humble And most Obedient Servant A. Behn PREFACE.The little Obligation I have to some of the witty Sparks and Poets of the Town, has put me on a Vindication of this Comedy from those Censures that Malice, and ill Nature ha
- 301 _Guil_. No matter, her Love's worth a million; and, that's so great, that I'm sure she'll be content to carry my Soot basket after me._Isa_. Ah! I die, I die._Guil_. What, and I so kind?[_Goes and kisses her, and blacks her face_._Isa_
- 300 _Bal_. Taken,--Great _Turk_,--what do mean?_Fran_. Mean, Sir! why, how the Devil came you into _Turkey_?_Bal_. Sure, Jealousy has crack'd his brains._Fran_. Crack me no Cracks, good Father mine;--am not I a Slave in _Turkey_? and is not this the _Gra
- 299 _Guil_. For once you have prevail'd._Enter_ Francisco._Fran_. Whither away?_Isa_. Only to consummate a little, pray keep your distance.[_She pulls off his hat_. _Fran_. Consummate!_Isa_. Ay, Sir, that is to make me an absolute Viscountess--we cannot
- 298 [_Goes out with the_ Turk._Enter_ Antonio, _and_ Clara _to_ Jacinta._Jac_. Madam, the rarest sport--Ha, ha, ha._Ant_. You need not tell us, we have been witness to all. But to our own Affairs, my dearest _Clara_, Let us not lose this blessed opportunity,
- 297 _Car_. I offer'd much, lov'd much, but all in vain; Husband and Honour still was the reply._Fran_. Good lack! that she shou'd have no more Grace before her Eyes._Car_. But, Slave, behold these Mutes; that fatal Instrument of Death behold to
- 296 _Isa_. Oh, Heavens! must I lose you then? no, I'll die first._Guil_. Die, die, then; for your Betters must be served before you._Isa_. Oh! I shall rave; false and lovely as you are, did you not swear to marry me, and make me a Viscountess._Guil_. Ay,
- 295 _Fran_. Oh, hold, most mighty _Turk_. [_Kneeling_._Guz_. Slave, darest thou interrupt 'em,--die, Dog._Fran_. Hold, hold, I'm silent._Car_. I love you, fair one, and design to make you-- _Fran_. A most notorious Strumpet. A Pox of his Courtesy. _
- 294 _Car_. Is she witty?_Fran_. I'm no competent Judge, an't like your Holiness, --This Catechism was certainly of the Devil's own making. [Aside._Enter_ Guzman, _bringing in_ Julia, Clara, Isabella, Jacinta, Guiliom, Antonio, &c. _Women veil&#
- 293 _Fran_. As the Devil take me if I desire.1st _Turk_. And then you may in triumph laugh at all the rest of your Brother Cuckolds._Fran_. Hum, and has the Devil serv'd me thus?--but no matter, I must be gadding, like an old c.o.xcomb, to _Cadiz_,--and
- 292 _Guz_. Come, come, we can't attend your amorous Parleys.[_Parts 'em_._Jul_. Alas, what shall we poor Women do?[_Ex. Men_._Isa_. We must e'en have patience, Madam, and be ravisht. _Cla_. Ravisht! Heavens forbid._Jac_. An please the Lord, I&#
- 291 _Capt_. 'Tis impossible to scape, we must fight it out._Fran_. Fight it out! oh, I'm not able to indure it,--why, what the Devil made me a s.h.i.+p-board?[_Ex_. Cap._Guil_. Why, where be these _Turks_? set me to 'em, I'll make 'em
- 290 ACT IV.SCENE I.Enter, _as aboard the s.h.i.+p_, Guiliom, Isabella, Francisco, Julia, Antonio, Clara, Jacinta, Pedro _and his Wife_, Pages._Guil_. Ladies and Gentlemen, you are very welcome aboard--Come, put off to Sea, Rogues, Scoundrels, Tarpaulins, to y
- 289 _Page_. My Lord, now you talk of dancing, here's your Baggage brought from a-board the Gally by your Seamen, who us'd to entertain you with their rustick Sports._Guil_. Very well; Sir, with your permission, I am resolved whether you will or no,
- 288 _Guil_. Or else, two Morning Stars, All other Beauties are but Soot to her._Jul_. But shou'd my Husband-- _Car_. He's safe for one dear half hour, I'll warrant you, come._Fran_. Um--my Wife here still, must I begin to thunder._Jul_. Lord, a
- 287 _Cla_. With four Lackeys._Jac_. And a Page at the tail on't._Cla_. She's evidently design'd for a Person of Quality._Isa_. Besides I have so natural an Inclination for a Don, that if my Father do force me to marry this small Creature of a M
- 286 _Guz_. Why he never read in's life; knows neither Longitude nor Lat.i.tude, and _Constantinople_ may be in the midst of _Spain_ for any thing he knows; besides, his Fear will give him little leisure for thinking._Ant_. But how shall we do with the Se
- 285 _Fran_. And so, Mistress, come your ways to your Chamber._Jul_. And study how to prevent this cruel separation.[_Aside, goes out with him and_ Jacinta._Cla_. Ah, _Antonio_, I find by that sad look of yours, you have over-heard our hasty Doom._Ant_. I have
- 284 [_Goes just to the door_, Fran. _bolts out on him_._Fran_. Who's there?--what wou'd you have?--who wou'd you speak to?--who do you come from?--and what's your business?_Car_. Hah, 'tis the Sot himself;--my name is _Carlos_._Fran_.
- 283 _Jul_. All that the kindest Mistress can bestow, If _Carlos_ loves, and still will keep his Vows._Car_. _Julia_, my Life, my Soul, what happy Stars Conspir'd to give me this dear lucky minute?_Jul_. Those that conducted old _Francisco_ out, And will
- 282 [_He goes out, they go in_.SCENE II. _Changes to the Street_._Enter_ Carlos, Antonio._Car_. I wonder where this Man of mine should be, whom I sent this Evening with my Letter to _Julia_. What art thou?_Enter_ Guzman, _runs against_ Carlos. _Guz_. My Lord,
- 281 _Jac_. Well said, use him scurvily that Mrs. _Clara_ may have him.[_Aside_._Ant_. The best of those you think I should not name, dare hardly tell me this._Isa_. Good Lord, you think your self a very fine Fellow now, and finical your self up to be thought
- 280 [_Goes to whisper him, and gives Julia the Letter over his Shoulder_._Fran_. Is he so, pray tell him he need not take that pains; there's no occasion for't; besides 'twill be but in vain; for the Doctors have prescribed her Silence and Lone
- 279 _Fran_. May be you are, Sir--but Youth you know-- Opportunity--Occasion--or so--there are Winks, and Nods, and Signs, and Twirs--and--well--in short I am satisfied, and they that are not may go whistle: and so I'll to my Wife, whom I have left too lo
- 278 _Car_. This Fellow's of a quick Wit and good Apprehension, though possibly he cannot act the Don so well, yet that which makes up the best part of our young Gallants now a-days, he shall not want; that is, good Clothes, Money, and an Equipage,--and a
- 277 _Sebastian_, Father to _Antonio_, Mr. _Freeman_._Guzman_, Gentlemen to _Carlos_, Mr. _Underhill_._Guiliom_, a Chimney-Sweeper; the False Count, Mr. _Lee_.Two overgrown Pages to the False Count, A little Page to the False Count._Petro_, Cas.h.i.+er to _Ant
- 276 _Bel_. Death, you Dog! you deserve to die, for your base Designs upon a Maid of her Quality--How durst you, Sister, without my leave, marry that Rascal?_Phil_. Sir, you deny'd me my Portion, and my Uncle design'd to turn me out of doors, and in
- 275 _Bel_. Be not so hasty in your Goodness, Sir, Lest you repent as fast._Dia_. Sir, we have an humble Suit to you._Lord_. What is it ye can jointly ask, I will not grant?_Dia_. By all that Love you ever had for me, By all those Infant Charms which us'd
- 274 _Dia_. Yes, that _Diana_, Whom, maugre all the Penitence thou shew'st, Can scarce forgive the Injuries thou hast done her._Bel_. I shew a Penitence for injuring thee!By Heav'n, I never cou'd do one, or other; All that I am is the divine _Ce
- 273 _Friend_. Yes, I do love her, and dare own it too; And will defend her from one so base and treacherous._Bel_. Who dares deny thy Reasons?_Friend_. Sh'has made me take an Oath, to fight with thee; And every Wound my lucky Sword shou'd make, She
- 272 Sir _Tim_. Then it must defend you from all the s.e.x; for all Mankind are like me, nay, and all Womankind are, or wou'd be, what I must make thee._Phil_. What's that, a Wench?Sir _Tim_. Fie, fie, that's a gross Name; no, a Miss, that'
- 271 _Lord_. Yes, for she lov'd him pa.s.sionately; when I first told her of my Designs to marry 'em together, she could not hide her Joy; which was one Motive, I urg'd it to him with such Violence._Char_. Persons so near of Kin do seldom prospe
- 270 _Flaunt_. Well, get your self ready to go abroad with me.[_Exit_ Flaunt.Sir _Tim_. I have other Matters in hand--now have I four hundred Guineas in Bank, which I won last Night of _Bellmour_, which I'll make use of to debauch his Sister, with whom I&
- 269 Sir _Tim_. A Fidler, perhaps--let him play in the next Room._Bel_. No, my Brother--come to demand his Portion of me; he says I am in leud Company, and, like a Boy, he wou'd correct me.Sir _Tim_. Why, this comes of Idleness; thou should'st have b
- 268 Sir _Tim_. Ay, ay, silly indeed--a Pox upon her--a silly Knight, you say-- _Driv_. Ay, Sir, one she makes a very a.s.s of.Sir _Tim_. Ay, so methinks--but she's kind, and will do reason for all him._Driv_. To a Friend, a Man of Quality--or so.Sir _Tim
- 267 Sir _Tim_. How, my _Betty_!_Flaunt_. This is the Trade you drive, you eternal Fop, when I sit at home expecting you Night after Night.Sir _Tim_. Nay, dear Betty!_Flaunt_. 'Tis here you spend that which shou'd buy me Points and Petticoats, whilst
- 266 _Jenny_. Mrs. _Driver_, why shou'd you send for us where _Flaunt.i.t_ is?a stinking proud Flirt, who because she has a tawdry Petticoat, I warrant you, will think her self so much above us, when if she were set out in her own natural Colours, and her
- 265 _Friend_. Lady, I am a Soldier--yet in my gentlest Terms I humbly beg to kiss your lovely Hands-- Death! there's Magick in the Touch.By Heaven, you carry an Artillery in every part._Dia_. This is a Man indeed fit for my purpose. [_Aside_._Friend_. Na
- 264 _Cel_. Punish him, Heaven, for a Sin so great.--And are you married then?_Dia_. Why is there Terror in that Word?_Cel_. By all that's Sacred, 'tis a Word that kills me.Oh, say thou art not; And I thus low will fall, and pay thee Thanks. [_Kneels
- 263 [_Exeunt_._Enter_ Bellmour, _Sir_ Tim. Sham, _and_ Sharp.Sir _Tim_. Lord, Lord, that you should not know your Friend and humble Servant, _Tim. Tawdrey_--But thou look'st as if thou hadst not been a-bed yet._Bel_. No more I have.Sir _Tim_. Nay, then t
- 262 They both were forfeit, when I broke my Vow, Nor cou'd my Honour with thy Fame decline; Whoe'er profanes thee, injures nought of mine.This Night upon the Couch my self I'll lay, And like _Franciscans_, let th'ensuing Day Take care for
- 261 [_Exit_ Cel._Bel_. O, dost thou mock my Griefs? by Heaven, he did.--Stay, Sir, he's gone._Enter_ Charles Bellmour._Char_. The Rogue took Courage, when he saw there was no Remedy; but there's no hurt done on either side. _Lord_. 'Tis fit suc
- 260 _Phil_. I find, Sir, you and I shall never agree upon this matter; But see, Sir, here's more Company._Cel_. Oh Heaven! 'tis true, these Eyes confirm my Fate.Yonder he is--and that fair splendid Thing, That gazes on him with such kind Desire, Is
- 259 _Dia_. There's something of disorder in his Soul, Which I'm on fire to know the meaning of._Enter Sir_ Timothy, Sham, _and_ Sharp, _in Masquerade_.Sir _Tim_. The Rogue is married, and I am so pleas'd, I can forgive him our last Night's
- 258 Sir _Tim_. I, I, 'tis so--Pox on him._Sharp_. Well, Boy, I am he--What--Your Master._Page_. My Master, Sir-- _Sharp_. Are not you _Bellmour's_ Page?_Page_. Yes, Sir. _Sharp_. Well, your News._Page_. News, Sir? I know of none, but of my Master�
- 257 Shou'd I obey this Tyrant--then too she dies.Yes, Sir--You may be cruel--take the Law, And kill me quickly, 'twill become your Justice. [_Weeps_._Lord_. Was I call'd back for this? Yes, I shall take it, Sir; do not fear.[_Offers to go_._Bel
- 256 _Bel_. As I did before, my Lord._Lord_. What, thou canst not think I am in earnest; I confess, _Frank_, she is above thee in point of Fortune, she being my only Heir--but suppose 'tis she._Bel_. Oh, I'm undone!--Sir, I dare not suppose so greatl
- 255 _Sharp_. Hold, Sir, hold._Sham_. Enough, enough, we are satisfy'd.Sir _Tim_. So am not I, ye mangy Mungrels, till I have kickt Courage and Reputation out of ye._Sham_. Hold there, Sir, 'tis enough, we are satisfy'd, that you have Courage.Si
- 254 _Bel_. However, I'll expect him, lest he be fool-hardy enough to keep his Word._Friend_. Shall I wait on thee?_Bel_. No, no, there's no need of that--Good-morrow, my best Friend._Friend_. But e'er you go, my dearest Friend and Brother, Now
- 253 --What else, my lovely Maid, can give a freedom To that same talking, idle, knighted Fop?_Cel_. Oh, if I am so wretched to be his, Surely I cannot live; For, Sir, I must confess I cannot love him._Bel_. But thou may'st do as bad, and marry him, And t
- 252 _Bel_. Yes.Sir _Tim_. Oh, I had forgot thou art a modest Rogue, and to thy eternal Shame, hadst never the Reputation of a Mistress--Lord, Lord, that I could see thee address thy self to a Lady--I fancy thee a very ridiculous Figure in that Posture, by For
- 251 Sir _Tim_. Can you love?_Cel_. Oh, yes, Sir, many things; I love my Meat, I love abundance of Adorers, I love choice of new Clothes, new Plays; and, like a right Woman, I love to have my Will.Sir _Tim_. Spoke like a well-bred Person, by Fortune: I see the
- 250 For e'er I saw Mr. _Bellmour_, you spoke the kindest things of him, As would have mov'd the dullest Maid to love; And e'er I saw him, I was quite undone._Nur_. Quite undone! Now G.o.d forbid it; what, for loving?You said but now there was n
- 249 The Works of Aphra Behn.Vol. III.by Aphra Behn.THE TOWN-FOP; OR, SIR TIMOTHY TAWDREY.ARGUMENT. Sir Timothy Tawdrey is by the wishes of his mother and the lady's father designed for Celinda, who loves Bellmour, nephew to Lord Plotwell. A c.o.xcomb of
- 248 _Gal_. How now, what have we here?Sir _Sig_. Speak of the Devil, and he appears.[_Pulls his Governour forward_._Tick_. I am undone,--but, good Sir _Signal_, do not cry Wh.o.r.e first, as the old Proverb says.Sir _Sig_. And good Mr. Governour, as another o
- 247 [_Sir Sig. peeps from behind_.Sir _Sig_. Some Comfort yet, that I am not the only Fool defeated. Ha!_Galllard_!_Oct_. I'm satisfy'd (_To_ Fil.)--but what cou'd move you, Sir--[_to_ Gal.] to injure me, one of my Birth and Quality?_Gal_. Fait
- 246 _Enter_ Sir Signal _a little groping_.Sir _Sig_. There's no finding my way out,--and now does Fear make me fancy this some inchanted Castle.-- _Enter_ Tick, _listening_._Tick_. Hah, an inchanted Castle!Sir _Sig_. Belonging to a monstrous Giant; who h
- 245 _Fil_. I doubt it not, since in that lovely Face I see the charming Image of _Marcella_._Jul_. Hah!_Mar_. You might, e'er Travel ruffled me to Man. [_Aside_.--I shou'd return thy Praise whilst I survey thee, But that I came not here to complimen
- 244 _Lau. Julio_!_Gal_. What of him? [_Aside_._Cor_. Being just now arriv'd at _Rome_-- _Lau_. Heavens, arriv'd! [_Aside_._Cor_. Sent me to beg the Honour of waiting on you. _Lau_. Sure, Stranger, you mistake.-- _Cor_. If, Madam, you are _Laura Lucr
- 243 _Enter_ Laura _with her Lute, drest in a careless rich Dress, followed by_ Sabina, _to whom she gives her Lute, and_ Silvio._Jul_. Hah! 'tis the same Woman.[_She sees_ Julio _and starts_._Lau_. A Stranger here! What Art can help me now?[_She pauses_.
- 242 _Lau_. 'Twas I, by Heaven, that heedless Fool was I._Jul_. Which I with Lover's' eager Joy perform'd, And on my Knees utter'd the hasty Words, Which she repeated o'er, and gave me back._Gal_. So, he has swallow'd with a
- 241 _Gal_. But when I came to the matter then in debate, she was for honourable Love forsooth, and wou'd not yield, no marry wou'd she, not under a Licence from the Parson of the Parish._Jul_. Who was it, prithee? 'twere a good Deed to be so re