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But now, my Friend, I'd have you take your leave; the day comes on apace, and you've not seen your Uncle since your Arrival. Bel. 'Tis Death to part with thee, my fair Celinda; But our hard Fates impose this Separation: Farewel Remember thou'rt all mine. Cel. What have I else of Joy to think upon? Go go depart. Bel.
Alons, Entrons. SCENE II. A Chamber. Enter Celinda, and Nurse. Cel. I wonder my Brother stays so long: sure Mr. Bellmour is not yet arriv'd, yet he sent us word he would be here to day. Lord, how impatient I grow! Nur. Ay, so methinks; if I had the hopes of enjoying so sweet a Gentleman as Mr.
But in the Family where I was educated, a Youth of my own Age, a Kinsman too, I chanc'd to fall in love with, but with a Passion my Pride still got the better of; and he, I thought, repaid my young Desires. But Bashfulness on his part, did what Pride had done on mine, And kept his too conceal'd At last my Uncle, who had the absolute Dominion of us both, thought good to marry us together. Cel.
Without a Miracle, look on my Eyes And Beauty which you say can kindle Fires; She that can give, may too retain Desires. Cel. She'll ravish me let me not understand you. Dia. Look on my Wrongs Wrongs that would melt a frozen Chastity, That a religious Vow had made to Heaven: And next survey thy own Perfections. Cel. Hah Dia. Art thou so young, thou canst not apprehend me?
Bellmour, I shou'd be so too But I am past it Well, I have had my Pantings, and Heavings, my Impatience, and Qualms, my Heats, and my Colds, and my I know not whats But I thank my Stars, I have done with all those Fooleries. Cel. Fooleries! Is there any thing in Life but Love? Wou'dst thou praise Heaven for thy Being, Without that grateful part of it? For I confess I love. Nur. Cel.
Oh, you will tell me he was kind Yes, yes oh God were not his balmy Kisses Sweeter than Incense offer'd up to Heaven? Did not his Arms, softer and whiter far Than those of Jove's transform'd to Wings of Swans, Greedily clasp thee round? Oh, quickly speak, Whilst thy fair rising Bosom met with his; And then Oh then Dia. Alas, Sir! What's the matter? sit down a while. Cel.
Shakespeare has followed this scene very closely in "As You Like It." Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, Maids as we are, to travel forth so far! Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, And with a kind of umber smirch my face; The like do you; so shall we pass along And never stir assailants Ros.
I've no Deformity about my Person; I'm young, and have a Fortune great as any That do pretend to serve you; And yet I find my Interest in your Heart, Below those happy ones that are my Rivals. Cel. Oh, if I am so wretched to be his, Surely I cannot live; For, Sir, I must confess I cannot love him. Bel. But thou may'st do as bad, and marry him, And that's a Sin I cannot over-live; No, hear my Vows
And was it thou that didst defend my Heart, That I might live to pay thy Goodness back? Cel. It was to save your Life, and to expose my own. Dia. Come, let's in, and consult what's best for us to do. Bel. Come, my Celinda. Let us no longer doubt, the Pow'rs above Will be propitious to united Love. Cel. Enter Servant. Serv. Sir, my Lord Plotwell is at the Door in his Coach. Dia. My Uncle come!
Shou'd you be telling me a Tale all day, Such as would melt a Heart that ne'er could love, 'Twould not increase my Reason for the wish That I had dy'd e'er known you had been married. Dia. But why at my being married should you sigh? Cel. Because I love, is that a Wonder, Madam? Have you not Charms sufficient at first sight To wound a Heart tender and young as mine? Are you not heavenly fair?
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