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I'm sure thou wilt not marry her, thou canst not do't and hope to go to Heaven. Ant. No, I have one prevention left, and if that fail, I'll utterly refuse to marry her, a thing so vainly proud; no Laws of Nature or Religion, sure, can bind me to say yes; and for my Fortune, 'tis my own, no Father can command it. Cla. I know thou wilt be true, and I'll not doubt it. Enter Jacinta. Jac. Ah!
Mine will be glad of the Change; and, for yours, if he be not pleased, let him keep his Portion to himself that's the greatest mischief he can do us: and for my Friend, the Governor, he's above their Anger. Cla. Why do we lose precious time?
I would Be loth to offend your eyes; when we last met You chargd me never to behold you more. Cla. I did indeed, but on mature advice I have reclaimd that imposition. You shall behold me dayly, talke with me, Doe all the acts that love with Innocence Can suffer, if youle but overrule your will To graunt me one request. Thu. Cla.
Is it you, Clariana, that speake all this? Cla. You know and heare it is. Thu. But I doe scarce Credit my hearing, or conceive I am Mortall, for surely, had I bin, your words Like the decree of heaven had struck me dead. What strong temptation lay you on my faith!
Which he will soon obtain, and in return, what Service I can render him in your behalf he shall not want. Jul. Antonio will engage you they are Friends. Cla. You amaze me. Jac. I have appointed him this night to wait, and, if possible, I would get him a Minute's time with you. Cla. Dear Jacinta, thou art the kindest Maid. Jac.
So, I hope he will pitch upon her. Cla. Only, by promise, Sir, I've given my self away. Car. What happy Man cou'd claim a title in thee, And trust thee to such danger? Isa. Heavens, shall I be defeated by this little Creature? What pity 'twas he saw me not first? Cla.
"But, Lord! what would you have me do? what would you have me say? That Lord Delacour writes better letters than these?" "Oh, no! but show him these letters, and you will do justice to him, to yourself, to Cla , to every body." "I am sure I should be happy to do justice to every body." "Then pray do this very instant, my dearest Lady Delacour! and I shall love you for it all my life."
Be not abashd; a little impudence is requisite; Observe me, with what a garbe and gesture martiall I will beseige their fortresses. Bel. Who sent these fooles to trouble us? We must desire you to withdraw, or give us Leave to do soe. Suc. Men of warr are not soe easily put to a retreat; it suites not with their repute. Cla. Heele fight with us, sister: weed best procure him bound toth peace.
Charitable girle, Forgive thy cruell mother, who must yet Impose a stronger penance on thy duty: Thou must go to thy Thurston, and obtaine His love. Cla. A little labour will serve for that. Lady. Not for thy selfe but for thy haplesse mother, Who am, without it, nothing. Weepe for me, And in requitall for each drop thou shedst I'll pay to heaven a Hecatombe of teares For thy successe.
Look on that Face; are there not Lines that foretel a world of Greatness, and promise much Honour? Cla. Her Face, her Shape, her Mein, her every part declares her Lady or something more. Isa. Why, so, and yet this little Creature of a Father, ridiculously and unambitious, would spoil this Lady, to make up a simple Citizen's Wife in good time. Jac. That very look had some presaging Grandeur. Isa.
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