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Enter Diana, Bellmour fights 'em out, and leaves Celinda breathless, leaning on her Sword. Dia. I'll ne'er demand the cause of this disorder, But take this opportunity to fly To the next hands will take me up who's here? Cel. Not yet, my sullen Heart! Dia. Who's here? one wounded alas Cel. 'Tis not so lucky but who art thou That dost with so much pity ask? Dia.
Come, come, ne'er stand asking of Questions, But follow your Inclinations, and take him at his Word. Bel. Celinda, take her Counsel, Perhaps this is the last opportunity; Nay, and, by Heaven, the last of all my Life, If you refuse me now Say, will you never marry Man but me? Cel. Pray give me till to morrow, Sir, to answer you; For I have yet some Fears about my Soul, That take away my Rest. Bel.
The white leaf matched her lily skin, the red his bounding heart. For she was beauty's spotless queen, he valor's counterpart. For when the Moor approached her he scarcely raised his eye, Dazed by the expectation that she had raised so high. Celinda with a trembling blush came forth and grasped his hand; They talked of love like travellers lost in a foreign land.
Scythrop returned to Marionetta with a joyful heart, and drank the Maderia by the way, leaving his father much disturbed, for he had set his heart on marrying his son to the daughter of his friend, Mr. Toobad. III. Celinda Mr.
But yet she need not speak, a Look's sufficient To call up all my Sins to my undoing She comes Oh Heav'n! she comes Enter Celinda and Diana. Cel. Sir, in Obedience to your Commands, I've brought the Lady. Dia. How! The perfidious Bellmour! The only Object of my Hate and Scorn. Bel.
Bellmour, you are not to know, 'tis with the Consent of Celinda, that you come I must bear all the blame, what Mischief soever comes of these Night-Works. Enter Bellmour. Oh, are you come Your Hour was Twelve, and now 'tis almost Two. Bel. I could not get from Friendlove Thou hast not told Celinda of my coming? Nur. No, no, e'en make Peace for me, and your self too. Bel.
The crisis of my fate is come: the world is a stage, and my direction is exit. 'Do not talk so, sir; do not talk so, Scythrop. What would you have? 'I would have my love. 'And pray, sir, who is your love? 'Celinda Marionetta either both. 'Both!
Not to be laught at; 'tis not the Mode to love much; A Platonick Fop I have heard of, but this is an Age of sheer Enjoyment, and little Love goes to that; we have found it incommode, and loss of time, to make long Addresses. Enter Celinda like a Boy. Phil. I find, Sir, you and I shall never agree upon this matter; But see, Sir, here's more Company. Cel. Oh Heaven!
Therefore he set off to meet her in London, that he might lose no time in bringing her to Nightmare Abbey. After the first joy of meeting was over, he told his daughter he had a husband ready for her. The young lady replied very gravely she should take the liberty of choosing for herself. "Have I not a fortune in my own right, sir?" said Celinda. "The more is the pity," said Mr. Toobad.
Celinda heard in jealous doubt; For some, with envious art, Had told her that fair Zaida still Ruled o'er the warrior's heart. She answered him in stormy rage: "If in the joust thou dost engage With such success as I desire, And all thy broken oaths require, Thou wilt not reach Sanlucar's square So proud as when thou last wert there.
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