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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
- 240 [_Lets go the Bucket, and is running frighted away_._Enter_ Fillamour _and_ Page, _he returns_.--How, a Man! was ever wretched Wight so miserable, the Devil at one hand, and a _Roman_ Night-walker at the other; which danger shall I chuse?[_Gets to the doo
- 239 Sir _Sig_. He's gone!--so, ha, ha, ha. As I hope to breathe, Madam, you have nost neatly dispatcht him; poor fool--to compare his Wit and his Person to mine.-- _Cor_. Hah, the c.o.xcomb here still.-- Sir _Sig_. Well, this Countenance of mine never fa
- 238 Sir _Sig_. Poor Devil, how fearful 'tis of losing me! [_Aside_._Gal_. That's some Atonement for thy other Sins,-- Come, break thy Word, and wash it quite away.Sir _Sig_. That cogging won't do, my good Friend, that won't do._Gal_. Thou
- 237 [_In a soft Tone_.Join all your aids to make my _Silvia_ kind; For I am fill'd with the expecting Bliss, [Tick, _thrusts his Head out to listen_.And much Delay or Disappointment kills me._Tick_. Disappointment kills me,--and me too, _certo_--'ti
- 236 _Tick_. Fly, fly, young Man, whilst yet thou hast a spark of Virtue s.h.i.+ning in thee, fly the temptations of this young Hypocrite; the Love that she pretends with so much zeal and ardour, is indecent, unwarrantable and unlawful; first indecent, as she
- 235 _Gal_. By this good Light, a n.o.ble glorious Wh.o.r.e._Fil_. Oh, stay, I must not let such Beauty fall, --A Wh.o.r.e--consider yet the Charms of Reputation, The Ease, the Quiet, and Content of Innocence, The awful Reverence all good Men will pay thee, Wh
- 234 SCENE I._Enter_ Fillamour _and_ Galliard, _as in_ Silvianetta's _Apartment_._Fil_. How splendidly these common Women live!How rich is all we meet with in this Palace; And rather seems the Apartment of some Prince, Than a Receptacle for l.u.s.t and Sh
- 233 _Mar_. This must be he.[_Goes up to 'em_._Gal_. Come, come, your Song, Boy, your Song._Whilst 'tis singing, Enter_ Octavio, Julio, c.r.a.pine, _and Bravos_.The SONG. _Crudo Amore, Crudo Amore, Il mio Core non fa per te bis Suffrir non vo torment
- 232 [_Looks towards the Door_.--He is not yet come-- _Tick_. Not yet come--that must be _Barberacho!_-- Where are ye, honest _Barberacho_, where are ye?[_Groping towards_ Gal._Gal_. Hah! _Barberacho?_ that Name I am sure is us'd by none but Sir _Signal_
- 231 _Gal_. No more; look to't--look you forget her Name--or but to think of her--farewel-- [_Nods at him_.Sir _Sig_. Farewell, quoth ye--'tis well I had the Art of dissembling after all, here had been a sweet broil upon the Coast else.-- _Fil_. Very
- 230 _Gal_. How now! what's the cold fit coming on? [_Pauses_._Fil_. I have no power to go--where this--invites me-- By which I prove 'tis no encrease of Flame that warms my Heart, But a new Fire just kindled from those Eyes-- Whose Rays I find more
- 229 _Gal_. Ah, for a fine young Wh.o.r.e with all these Charms!but that same Quality allays the Joy: there's such a d.a.m.n'd ado with the Obligation, that half the Pleasure's lost in Ceremony.--Here for a thousand Crowns I reign alone, Revel a
- 228 _Mor_. I say 'twas rashly done, to fight him unexamin'd._Oct_. I need not ask; my Reason has inform'd me, and I'm convinc'd, where-e'er he has concealed her, that she is fled with _Fillamour_._Jul_. Who is't they speak o
- 227 Sir _Sig_. Why, 'twill be restor'd again, 'tis but to practise by._Pet_. Ay, Signior, the next thing you are to learn is to receive._Tick_. Most worthy Signior, I have so exhausted the _Cornucopia_ of your Favours, [_Flourishes_.]--and tast
- 226 [_Going out is stopt by Sir_ Signal_._Enter Sir_ Sig. Tick. Petro.Sir _Sig_. Signior, I have brought Mr. _Tickletext_ to beg your Pardon-- Sir._Fil_. I've other business, Sir. [_Goes out_._Gal_. Come, let's follow him; and you, my generous Caval
- 225 [_Offers to run to her_, Gal. _holds him_._Gal_. Hold! _Marcella_! where?_Fil_. That Lady there; didst ever see her equal?_Gal_. Why, faith, as you say, _Harry_, that Lady is beautiful--and, make us thankful--kind: why, 'tis _Euphemia_, Sir, the very
- 224 _Fil_. Prithee do so: hah, who's that with such an Equipage?[_Exit_ Julio, Fil. _and_ Gal. _going after_. Marcella _and_ Cor. _meet just entring_, Laura _with_ Silvio, Antonio, _and her Equipage, drest like a Man_._Gal_. Pox, let the Tradesmen ask, w
- 223 ACT II.SCENE I. _The Gardens of the Villa Medici_._Enter_ Morosini _and_ Octavio._Oct_. By Heaven, I will not eat, nor sleep, nor pray for any thing but swift and sure Revenge, till I have found _Marcella_, that false deceiving Beauty, or her Lover, my ha
- 222 _Tick_. I marry, Sir, that's a good one indeed: What shall become of my Head then, Sir? what Guard have I left for that, good Mr. _Monsieur_, hah?_Pet_. Ah, Morbleu, is not dis for every ting?_Tick_. No, marry, is not it, Sir; St. _George's_ Gua
- 221 _Tick_. Twenty Crowns!--Why, 'tis a Sum, a Portion, a Revenue._Pet_. Alas, Signior, 'tis nothing with her,--she'll look it out in an hour,--ah, such an Eye, so sparkling, with an amorous Twire--Then, Sir-- she'll kiss it out in a momen
- 220 _Gal_. To morrow night; Oh, 'tis an Age in Love! Desire knows no time but the present, 'tis now I wish, and now I wou'd enjoy: a new Day ought to bring a new Desire._Pet_. Alas, Sir, I'm but an humble Bravo._Gal_. Yes, thou'rt a P
- 219 _Fil_. He follows her close, whoe'er they be: I see this trade of Love goes forward still._Gal_. And will whilst there's difference in s.e.xes. But, _Harry_, the Women, the delicate Women I was speaking of?_Fil_. Prithee tell me no more of thy f
- 218 TO MRS. ELLEN GUIN.Madam, 'Tis no wonder that hitherto I followed not the good example of the believing Poets, since less faith and zeal then you alone can inspire, had wanted power to have reduc't me to the true wors.h.i.+p: Your permission, _M
- 217 _Wild_. Rather _Diana_, Sir; I wish you Joy: See here's _Charlot_. I was not such a Fool to trust such Blessings with the Wicked._Sir Charl_. How, Mrs. Dy Ladyfi'd! This is an excellent way of disposing an old cast-off Mistress.Sir _Tim_. How, h
- 216 [_Shews her the Writings_.And this I hop'd, when all my Vows and Love, When all my Languishments cou'd nought avail, Had made ye mine for ever.[_Aloud_._Enter Sir_ Anthony, _pulling in Sir_ Tim. _and_ Diana.Sir _Anth_. Morrow, _Charles_; Morrow
- 215 Sir _Char_. Sirrah, I say--know your Lord and Master._Will_. I shall, Sir. [_Goes out_.L. _Gal_. Was ever Woman teaz'd thus? pursue me not.Sir _Char_. You are mistaken, I'm disobedient grown, Since we became one Family; and when I've us
- 214 _Char_. Yet what art thou? a Stranger to my Heart. Wherefore, ah why, on what occasion shou'd I?Mrs. _Clack_. Acquaintance, 'tis enough, I know him, Madam, and I hope my Word will be taken for a greater matter in the City: In troth you're b
- 213 _She is discovered dressing, with_ Betty._Dia_. Methinks I'm up as early as if I had a mind to what I'm going to do, marry this rich old c.o.xcomb._Bet_. And you do well to lose no time._Dia_. Ah, Betty, and cou'd thy Prudence prefer an old
- 212 _Fop_. And who shall bind the last Man?_Wild_. Honest Laboir, d'ye hear, Sirrah? you get drunk and lay in your Clothes under the Hall-Table; d'ye hear me? Look to't, ye Rascal, and carry things discreetly, or you'll be hang'd, tha
- 211 _Dres_. That's well--The sanctify'd Jilt professes Innocence, yet has the Badge of her Occupation about her Neck.[_Pulls off the Coat_._Sen_. Ah, Misfortune, I have mistook his Wors.h.i.+p's Coat for my Gown.[_A little Book drops out of her
- 210 L. _Gal_. Marry you.Sir _Char_. When?L. _Gal_. Nay, that's too much--Hold, hold, I will to morrow--Now you are satisfy'd, you will withdraw?_Enter Sir_ Anth. _and_ Closet.Sir _Anth. Charles_, Joy, _Charles_, give you Joy, here's two substan
- 209 Sir _Char_. Hah, Gad, 'twas a Spark!--What, vanisht! hah-- Sir _Anth_. Nay, nay, Sir, I am for ye.Sir _Char_. Are you so, Sir? and I am for the Widow, Sir, and-- [_Just as they are pa.s.sing at each other_, Closet _enters with a Candle_.Hah, why, wha
- 208 Thy false deluding Eyes were surely made Of Stars that rule our s.e.x's Destiny: And all thy Charms were by Inchantment wrought, That first undo the heedless Gazers on, Then shew their natural Deformity._Wild_. Ah, my _Galliard_, am I grown ugly then
- 207 _Another Room in Lady_ Galliard's _House_.Enter Sir_ Charles Meriwill _and Sir_ Anthony, _Sir_ Charles _drunk_.Sir _Anth_. A Dog, a Rogue, to leave her!Sir _Char_. Why, look ye, Uncle, what wou'd you have a Man do? I brought her to her Coach-- S
- 206 _Wild_. Have Patience I say, 'tis clear: All the Desires of mutual Love are virtuous.Can Heav'n or Man be angry that you please Your self, and me, when it does wrong to none?Why rave you then on things that ne'er can be?Besides, are we not
- 205 L. _Gal_. Who is a most devout Baud, a precise Procurer; A Saint in the Spirit, and Wh.o.r.e in the Flesh; A Doer of the Devil's Work in G.o.d's Name.Is she your Informer? nay, then the Lye's undoubted-- I say once more, adone with your idl
- 204 [Wild. _turns, sees_ Clacket._Wild_. Death and the Devil, Clacket! then 'tis _Charlot_, and I'm discover'd to her._Char_. Say, are you not a false dissembling thing?[_To_ Wild. _in anger_._Wild_. What, my little Northern La.s.s translated i
- 203 _Wild_. Dear _Dresswell_, entertain _Charles Meriwill_ a little, whilst I speak to _Galliard_.[_The Men go all to the drinking Table_.By Heaven, I die, I languish for a Word!--Madam, I hope you have not made a Vow To speak with none but that young Cavalie
- 202 _Wild_. Most visibly in Love! Oh, Sir, Nature, Laws, and Religion plead for so near a Kinsman.Sir _Tim_. Laws and Religion! Alas, my Lord, he deserves not the Name of a Patriot, who does not for the publick Good, defy all Laws and Religion._Wild_. Death,
- 201 Sir _Char_. Who, you! yes, you.Why are those Eyes drest in inviting Love?Those soft bewitching Smiles, those rising b.r.e.a.s.t.s, And all those Charms that make you so adorable, Is't not to draw Fools into Matrimony?Sir _Anth_. How's that, how&
- 200 Sir _Tim_. Yes, yes, Madam, there are honest, discreet, religious, and true Protestant Knights in the City, that wou'd be proud to dignify and distinguish so worthy a Gentlewoman.[Bowing and smiling._Bet_. Look to your hits, and take fortune by the f
- 199 Sir _Tim_. Alas, poor Soul! Lady, I beg your Pardon. How soft-hearted she is! I am in love; I find already a kind of tickling of I know not what, run frisking through my Veins. [_Aside_._Bet_. Ay, Sir, the good Alderman has been dead this twelve-month jus
- 198 [_Ex. Sir_ Char, _and Sir_ Anth.L. _Gal_. See if my Coach be ready.[_Ex_. CIos._Wild_. Whether are you janting now?L. _Gal_. Where you dare not wait on me, to your Uncle's to Supper. _Wild_. That Uncle of mine pimps for all the Sparks of his Party; T
- 197 Sir _Char_. Ah, Madam, I am come-- Sir _Anth_. To shew your self a c.o.xcomb.L. _Gal_. To tire me with Discourses of your Pa.s.sion-- Fie, how this Curl fits![Looking in the Gla.s.s.Sir _Char_. No, you shall hear no more of that ungrateful Subject. Sir _A
- 196 _Wild_. So, I shall not answer to that Call.L. _Gal_. He's going! Ah, Closet, my Fan!-- [_Lets fall her Fan just as he pa.s.ses by; he takes it up, and looks up_.Cry mercy, Sir, I am sorry I must trouble you to bring it._Wild_. Faith, so am I; and yo
- 195 _Fop_. Ay, but how, Sir?_Wild_. Why, from the old Fountain, _Jack_, my Uncle; he has himself decreed it: He tells me I must live upon my Wits, and will, _Frank_._Fop_. Gad, I'm impatient to know how._Wild_. I believe thee, for thou art out at Elbows;
- 194 _Charl_. See how thou hast inur'd thy Tongue to falshood!Did you not send it to a certain Creature They call _Diana_, From off that Hand that plighted Faith to me?_Wild_. By Heaven, 'tis Witchcraft all; Unless this Villain _Foppington_ betray me
- 193 _Charl_. I have a fine time on't, between ye, to have him think I am stripping my self before Mr. _Foppington_--Let go, or I'll call out and tell him all.[Wild, _breaks open the Door and rushes in_: Fop. _stands close up at the entrance till he
- 192 Sir _Anth_. Obedience! Was ever such a Blockhead! Why then, if I command it, you will not love this Woman?Sir _Char_. No, Sir.Sir _Anth_. No, Sir! But I say, Yes, Sir, love her me; and love her me like a Man too, or I'll renounce ye, Sir.Sir _Char_.
- 191 L. _Gal_. Tempt me no more! what dull unwary Flame Possest me all this while! Confusion on thee, [_In Rage_.And all the Charms that dwell upon thy Tongue.Diseases ruin that bewitching Form, That with the soft feign'd Vows debaucht my Heart.Sir _Char_
- 190 Sir _Anth_. Hold, Sir! by this abrupt departure, I fancy you the Boy's Rival: Come, draw.[_Draws_.Sir _Tim_. How, draw, Sir!Sir _Anth_. Ay, draw, Sir; not my Nephew have the Widow!Sir _Tim_. With all my Soul, Sir; I love and honour your Nephew. I his
- 189 That's an odd place for Love-Intrigues._Wild_. Oh, I am to pa.s.s for a sober, discreet Person to the Relations; but for my Mistress, she's made of no such sanctify'd Materials; she is a Widow, _Charles_, young, rich, and beautiful.Sir _Cha
- 188 Sir _Char_. How, Sir!Sir _Tim_. Nay, never huff, Sir; for I have six thousand Pound a Year, and value no Man: Neither do I speak so much for your particular, as for the Company you keep, such Tarmagant Tories as these, [To Fop.] who are the very Vermin of
- 187 It has the luck to be well received in the Town; which (not for my Vanity) pleases me, but that thereby I find Honesty begins to come in fas.h.i.+on again, when Loyalty is approv'd, and Whigism becomes a Jest where'er 'tis met with. And, no
- 186 _Qu_. I will, my _Orsames_; and 'tis the only Present I can make to expiate my Fault._Ors_. And I'll receive her as the only thing Can make me both a happy Subject and a King.Oh, _Geron_, still if this should prove a Dream!_Ger_. Sir, Dreams of
- 185 If she still love _Clemanthis_._Cleo_. There needs no more to make me know that Voice.Oh stay, this Joy too suddenly surprizes-- [_Ready to swound_.--Gently distil the Bliss into my Soul, Lest this Excess have the effects of Grief: --Oh, my _Clemanthis_!
- 184 Then all your cold Disdain for me Will but increase Deformity, When still the kind will lovely be.Compa.s.sion is of lasting Praise; For that's the Beauty ne'er decays.Fair Nymph, avoid those Storms of Fate Are to the Cruel due; The Powers above
- 183 _Amin_. No matter, thou canst not hate a Soldier, Since I am one; and you must be obedient, And learn to bear my Bow and Arrows now, It is the Duty of a _Scythian's_ Wife._Ura_. She that can claim _Amintas_ by such Ties, May find a Safety wheresoe�
- 182 _Ther_. reads to himself-- Guard thee well, _Thersander_; for thou shalt die by the Hand that brings thee this.[_She stabs him; he falls into_ Lysander's _Arms_._Cleo_. Here's to thee, dear _Clemanthis_-- _Lys_. Help, Treason, help-- _Ther_. Ah,
- 181 _Semiris_, are those Garments ready I spoke for?_Sem_. Madam, they're here--but now what will you do?_Cleo_. Now, I will die--and now thou know'st my Will._Sem_. Ah, Madam, 'tis too much you let me know, Denying me t' attend you where
- 180 _Qu_. Ah, _Cleomena_! you value my Repose at too cheap a Rate, When you expose a Life so dear to me To so much Danger, as to fight _Thersander_._Cleo_. I am not the first Person of my s.e.x Has drawn a Sword upon an Enemy; Do you not say he is my Father&#
- 179 _Ors_. Why, I will try to tell it thee --Methought I saw the Firmament divide, And all the Clouds, like Curtains, draw aside; The Sun in all his Glories, ne'er put on So bright a Ray, nor Heaven with more l.u.s.tre shon!The Face of Heaven too bright
- 178 _Sem_. Ah, Madam, what is't you intend to do?_Cleo_. What shou'd I do but die--ah! do not weep, But haste to do as I command ye: Haste, haste, the Time and my Revenge require it._Sem_. For Heaven's sake, Madam, for your royal self, Do not p
- 177 _Ther_. So, now thou dost appear so like _Clemanthis_, That not a _Dacian_ but will be mistaken in thee._Amin_. My Lord, I know not how I may appear, But I am ignorant how I am to act._Ther_. Remain within the Covert of this Wood, Until the Sign be given
- 176 _Qu_. I cannot but commend that n.o.ble Ardor That carries you to those Designs of Glory; What thinks my Brother of it?_Hon_. I like it, if the Victor will accept it._Cleo_. And so do I; And that we may do equal Justice to you all, We'll write _Thers
- 175 I'll not my Weakness nor Resentment show; A Heart like mine, should sooner break than bow.--Come, my _Semiris_, we too long have stay'd; That Call, till now, was never disobey'd.[_Trumpets sound. Ex_.SCENE III. _Scythian Tents_._Enter_ Amin
- 174 _Ors_. I say again, I'll have it fit for two: Thou art a Woman, thank the G.o.ds for that: --Ascend, my lovely Virgin, and adorn it; Ascend, and be immortal as my self._Art_. That Throne she was not born to._Ors_. Into the Sea with that bold Counsell
- 173 _Ger_. On Earth it is: your Power too is as great; Your Frowns destroy, and when you smile you bless; At every Nod the whole Creation bows, And lay their grateful Tributes at your Feet; Their Lives are yours, and when you deign to take 'em, There
- 172 SCENE IV. _A Chamber_._Enter Queen, Cleomena, Honorius._Qu_. Is't possible, my Brother, you can have So great a Pa.s.sion for the publick good, As willingly to sacrifice your Child to its Repose, And make her Arms the soft and easy Chains To link thi
- 171 _Cleo_. I must confess, _Clemanthis_, with a Blush, That nothing of the rest displeases me._Ther_. Ah, Madam, how you bless me!And now with Confidence I dare a.s.sure you, That which should render me more worthy of you, Shall be in me found more to your A
- 170 --Then I resolv'd upon this last Adventure, To make my Application to the Princess, Knowing her n.o.ble Nature, To try (since mighty Ransoms were refus'd) What simple Love would do; and in my way I lighted on a Druid, who in's Youth Had liv
- 169 _Ura_. I gladly take your Counsel.[Ura. _goes into_ Amintas' _Apartment_._Ors_. What art thou?_Amin_. That which I seem to be._Ors_. Then thou'rt a G.o.d; for till I saw a Woman, I never saw a thing so fine as thou: And 'tis but just thou s
- 168 _Ors_. But, Geron, still to live! still thus to live In expectation of that future Bliss, (Though I believ'd it) is a sort of Virtue I find the G.o.ds have not inspir'd me with._Ger_. Philosophy will teach you, Sir,-- _Ors_. Not to be wise, or h
- 167 _Ism_. Rank me amongst your Captives; for I find, Whether you fight or not, you must be Victor.[_Embraces_ Ther._Enter_ Vallentio, Urania, Pimante; Vallentio _kneels and delivers_ Urania _to the Princess_._Cleo_. What new Encounter's this?_Val_. I ne
- 166 Can it gain Conquest, or in Fields or Courts?No, nor defend its own fantastick Owner.--Come, guess again._Sem_. I can guess no further than a Man, and that I'm sure he is._Cleo_. I know not-- For yet I never saw him, but in's Character, Unless s
- 165 _Ura_. Yes, pretty Maid, canst tell me any tidings of him?_Ly_. I cannot tell, by what marks do you know him?_Ura_. Why, by these--a tempting Face and Shape, A Tongue bewitching soft, and Breath as sweet, As is the welcome Breeze that does restore Life to
- 164 _King of Scythia_._Thersander_, his Son, under the Name of _Clemanthis_, when on the _Dacian_ side._Amintas_, a young n.o.bleman, belov'd by _Thersander_, and Lover of _Urania_._Lysander_, Page to _Thersander_._Urania_, in love with _Amintas_. _Lyces
- 163 Orsames is now brought from the castle during his sleep, crowned, seated on the throne and treated in every respect as King. His power is acknowledged, the Queen kneels before him, and Olympia entering, he falls violently in love with her. At a supposed c
- 162 _Phil_. Vaunt on, thou monstrous Instrument of h.e.l.l!For I'm so pleas'd to have thee in my Power, That I can hear thee number up thy Sins, And yet be calm, whilst thou art near d.a.m.nation._Abd_. Thou ly'st, thou canst not keep thy Tempe
- 161 _Discovers_ Philip _chain'd to a Post, and over against him the_ Cardinal _and_ Alonzo _in Chains_._Phil_. Oh, all ye cruel Powers! is't not enough I am depriv'd of Empire, and of Honour?Have my bright Name stol'n from me, with my Crow
- 160 _Abd_. None else, and that's too distant to befriend you._Leon_. Oh, take my Life, and spare my dearer Honour!--Help, help, ye Powers that favour Innocence.[_Enter Women_._Just as the Moor is going to force in_ Leonora, _enters to him_ Osmin _in hast
- 159 --I know thou'st greater Power too--thank thy Treachery!_Abd_. Dost thou not fear that Power?_Alon_. By Heaven, not I, Whilst I can this--command.[_Lays his Hand on his Sword_._Abd_. I too command a Sword. [Abd. _lays his Hand on his, and comes close
- 158 Guard well the Pa.s.sages.-- _Qu_. Thou art that sacrilegious--brutal thing!-- And false as are the Deities thou wors.h.i.+p'st._Abd_. G.o.ds! let me not understand that killing Language?--Inform me quickly, how you came thus wounded, Lest looking on
- 157 _Rod_. How, Sir!-- _Abd_. Thou dar'st not sure pretend to any Virtue; Had h.e.l.l inspir'd thee with less Excellency Than Arts of killing Kings, thou'dst ne'er been rais'd To that exalted Height, t' have known my Secrets._Rod
- 156 _Alon_. Sir, we attend your Answer._Qu_. 'Tis now near twenty Years, when newly married, (And 'tis the Custom here to marry young,) King _Philip_ made a War in _Barbary_, Won _Tunis_, conquer'd Fez, and hand to hand Slew great _Abdela_, Kin
- 155 [_Embraces him_.--Shall _Abdelazer_ fall?_Card_. Yes, upon thee-- Like the tall Ruins of a falling Tower, To crush thee into Dust-- [_As they embrace, the Guards seize him and the rest_.Traitor and b.a.s.t.a.r.d, I arrest thee of High-Treason._Phil_. Hah!
- 154 _Card. Philip_ a b.a.s.t.a.r.d!If by such Arts you wou'd divide me from him, I shall suspect you wou'd betray us both._Qu_. Sir, he informs you Truth; and I blush less To own him so, than that he is a Traitor._Card. Philip_ a b.a.s.t.a.r.d! oh,
- 153 _Card_. Lye, Sir!_Phil_. Yes, lye, Sir,--therefore come on, Follow the desperate Reer-Guard, which is mine, And where I'll die, or conquer--follow my Sword The b.l.o.o.d.y way it leads, or else, by Heaven, I'll give the Moor the Victory in spite
- 152 _Drums and Trumpets afar off,--with noise of fighting at a distance: After a little while, enter_ Philip _in a Rage_._Phil_. Oh unjust Powers! why d'ye protect this Monster?-- And this d.a.m.n'd Cardinal, that comes not up With the Castilian Tro
- 151 _Alon_. Oh Devil!_Qu_. We are betray'd, and round beset with Horrors; If we deny him this--the Power being his, We're all undone, and Slaves unto his Mercy.-- Besides--Oh, give me leave to blush when I declare, That _Philip_ is--as he has rendre
- 150 --_Alonzo_, was it thou?--her Brother!_Alon_. When she was good, I own'd that t.i.tle, Sir._King_. Good!--by all the G.o.ds, she was as chaste as Vestals, As Saints translated to Divine Abodes.I offer'd her to be my Queen, _Alonzo_, To share the
- 149 _Qu. Elvira_ saw the King enter her Lodgings, With Lover's haste, and Joy._Alon_. Her Lodgings!--when?_Qu_. Now, not an Hour ago, Now, since the Moor departed._Alon_. d.a.m.nation on her! can she be thus false?Come, lead me to the Lodgings of this St
- 148 _Flor_. Why dost thou dress thy Eyes in such unusual wonder?There's nothing here that is a stranger to thee, Or what is not intirely thine own._Abd_. Mine!_Flor_. Thou canst not doubt it._Abd_. No,--and for a proof that thou art so,--take this Dagger
- 147 _King_. Who frights our quiet Slumbers with this Noise?_Enter_ Queen _and Women, with Lights_._Qu_. Was it a Dream, or did I hear the Sound Of Treason, call me from my silent Griefs?_King_. Who rais'd this Rumour, _Abdelazer_, you?_Abd_. I did, Great
- 146 _Phil_. Because he gives me Cause, and that in Publick.And, Sir, I was not born to bear with Insolence; I saw him dart Revenge from both his Eyes, And bite his angry Lip between his Teeth, To keep his Jealousy from breaking forth, Which, when it does--sta
- 145 _Alon_. Great Sir, I did oppose it with what Violence My Duty would permit; and wou'd have dy'd In a just Quarrel of her dear Defence; And, Sir, though I submitted to my Father, The Moor and I stand on unequal Terms._Phil_. Come, who dares drink
- 144 _Qu. Philip_! instruct me how t' undo that Boy I hate; The publick Infamy I have receiv'd, I will revenge with nothing less than Death._Abd_. 'Tis well we can agree in our Resentments, For I have vow'd he shall not live a day; He has a
- 143 _Abd_. Sir, I have done, and beg your royal Pardon._King_. Come, _Philip_, give him your Hand._Phil_. I can forgive without a Ceremony._King_. And to confirm ye Friends, I invite you all to Night to banquet with me; Pray see you give Attendance--Come, Bro
- 142 Spurn _Abdelazer_!-- _Phil_. Death, shall we bear this Insolence?_Alon_. Great Sir, I think his Sentence was unjust.[_To the_ King._Men_. Sir, you're too partial to be judge in this, And shall not give your Voice. _Abd_. Proud Cardinal--but he shall-
- 141 [_Sullenly_._Alon_. Shall they then triumph o'er thee, who were once Proud to attend thy conqu'ring Chariot-Wheels?_Abd_. I care not--I am a Dog, and can bear wrongs._Alon_. But, Sir, my Honour is concern'd with yours, Since my lov'd S