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Glo o ri a in ex cel sis De o. He lifts his hands. Veils fall. O, flowers! Bells with bells with bells aquiring. Yes, indeed, the quaker librarian said. A most instructive discussion. Mr Mulligan, I'll be bound, has his theory too of the play and of Shakespeare. All sides of life should be represented. He smiled on all sides equally. Buck Mulligan thought, puzzled: Shakespeare? he said.
I must confess, I am unus'd to this kind of Dialogue; and I am an Ass, if I know what to say to such a Creature. But come, will you answer me to one Question? Cel. If I can, Sir. Sir Tim. But first I should ask you if you can speak? For that's a Question too. Cel. And if I cannot, how will you be answer'd? Sir Tim. Faith, that's right; why, then you must do't by signs. Cel.
Sir Tim. Why, thou damnable confounded Torment, wilt thou never cease? Nur. No, not till you raise your Siege, and be gone; go march to your Lady of Love, and Debauch go You get no Celinda here. Sir Tim. The Devil's in her Tongue. Cel. Good gentle Nurse, have Mercy upon the poor Knight. Nur.
Astr. Cél., found by Argelander to have a proper motion of 4·734", and by Winnecke a parallax of O·511". Month. [Footnote 79: Mém. Prés.
He now has kindly sent for me to London, I fear his Bus'ness Yet if you'll yield to marry me, We'll keep it secret, till our kinder Stars Have made provision for the blest Discovery. Come, give me your Vows, or we must part for ever. Cel. Part! Oh, 'tis a fatal Word! I will do any thing to save that Life, To which my own so nearly is ally'd. Enter Friendlove. Friend. So, forward Sister! Bel.
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.
Where's this perfidious Fair? this blushless Maid, That has by my Example broke her Vows? A Precedent that Fiends wou'd shame to follow. Cel. Who is't you mean, Sir? Bel. A thing that has no Name, she is so bad; One who so lately gave her self to me, And now is flown into another's Arms: One that attacks my Life, for the same Sins Which she her self commits and thinks to live too. Cel.
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.
Is that sad Curse Added to all the rest? Does he then love her? Enter Bellmour with two Swords. Nur. Whither do you press, Sir? and what's your business? Bel. Cel. Let him come in. Nur. Marry, he lets himself in, I thank him. Cel. What Man art thou thus cover'd o'er with Horror? Bel. One sent from Hell to punish Perjury!
Cel. But are you, Sir, in earnest? Bel. In earnest? Yes, by all that's good, I am; I love you more than I do Life, or Heaven! Cel. But pray, how long, Sir, have you lov'd me so? Bel. From the first moment that I saw your Eyes, Your charming killing Eyes, I did adore 'em; And ever since have languisht Day and Night. Nur.
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