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Bear witness to my Vows May every Plague that Heaven inflicts on Sin, Fall down in Thunder on my Head, If e'er I marry any but Celinda Or if I do not marry thee, fair Maid. Nur. Heartily sworn, as I vow. Cel. And here I wish as solemnly the same: May all arrive to me, If e'er I marry any Man but Bellmour! Nur. We are Witnesses, as good as a thousand. Friend.
That Sigh was kind, But e'er to morrow this time, You'll want this pitying Sense, and feel no Pantings, But those which Joys and Pleasures do create. Cel. Alas, Sir! what is't you'd have me do? Bel. Why I wou'd have you love, and after that You need not be instructed what to do. Give me your Faith, give me your solemn Vow To be my Wife, and I shall be at Peace. Cel.
I warrant thee, Nurse Oh, how I hope and fear this Night's Success! SCENE II. A Chamber. Enter to her Bellmour and Nurse. Cel. Oh Heavens! Mr. Bellmour at this late Hour in my Chamber! Bel. Yes, Madam; but will approach no nearer till you permit me; And sure you know my Soul too well to fear. Cel. I do, Sir, and you may approach yet nearer, And let me know your Business. Bel.
"Don't be afraid, Miss Lane. I'll do my best to help keep her here, so long, at least, as I stay myself. 'Aprés cel
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 all the Toils it brings with it; Whatever Fate arrives, I can submit. SCENE III. A Street. Enter Celinda, drest as before. Cel.
She's modest, Sir, before Company; therefore these Gentlemen and I will withdraw into the next Room. Cel. Inhuman Brother! Will you leave me alone with this Sot? Friend. Yes, and if you would be rid of the trouble of him, be not coy, nor witty; two things he hates. Bel. 'Sdeath! Must she be blown upon by that Fool? Friend. Patience, dear Frank, a little while. Bell. Sham and Sharp. Cel.
Whilst I thus trembling hear my fatal Doom, Like Sinners, conscious ne'er to be forgiven, I dare not lift my guilty Eyes towards Heaven. Cel. Can I hear this, and yet retain my Life? Dia. Had I but two days since beheld this Youth Thus prostrate at my Feet, I should have thought My self more blest, Than to have been that Deity he calls me. Enter Friendlove. Friend. Defend me! The Traitor here!
And have already pierc'd my very Soul! May I approach her, Brother? Cel. 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. Friend.
What a Pox, is that Bellmour? The Rogue's in choler, the Bride has not pleas'd him. Bel. Dogs! Do you upbraid me? I'll be with you presently. Sir Tim. Will you so? but I'll not stay your coming. Cel. But you shall, Sir. Bel. Turn, Villains! Enter Bellmour behind them: They turn, and Celinda sides with Bellmour, and fights.
Fairchild had come in every one seemed more friendly and at ease. 'Are you Ce Cel the little-girl-in-the-bazaar's mamma? asked Biddy. Mrs. Fairchild smiled again. 'Yes, she said, touching Celestina on the shoulder, 'I am her mother. Did you see her at the bazaar? 'She was buying chairs, and that made me buy one too, replied Biddy rather vaguely.
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