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Updated: June 13, 2025
Has Heav'n design'd me any but Celinda? Dia. Maid! Bless me! did I then love a Woman? I am pleas'd thou should'st renounce me; make it good, And set me free from Fetters which I hate. Bel. Friend. Was this the Wife you did demand of me? Bel. Yes, I had no other. Dia. Fair Maid! forgive me all my shameful Passion, And charge my Fault upon your Beauty only. Cel. Excellent Creature!
Art thou my Rival? the blessed Youth, to whom She has given her Vows? Live, and enjoy, Diana! Yes, yes, thou art my Rival, and I'll kill thee. Cel. Do, whilst I meet thy Sword. Bel, Dull dull Adorer! Not to know my Saint. Oh, how I have profan'd! To what strange Idol Was that I kneel'd, Mistaking it for a Divinity? Cel. To your fair Wife Diana. Bel. Oh cruel Maid!
He looked as fresh and gallant a figure as ever in his life; his beard trimmed sharply, his strong hair brushed back, his doublet green, his trunks of fine leather, his shoes of yet finer. The song he was upon was Li Chastel d' Amors, which runs Las portas son de parlar Al eissir e al entrar: Qui gen non sab razonar, Defors li ven a estar. E las claus son de prejar: Ab cel obron li cortes
"No, I said cel " "I won't sell one, but I'll give you one," again interposed the other. "Here, take it!" And he added under his breath with an ugly oath, "You double-dyed fool!" Hugh lay still, breathing deeply and heartily wishing the men would go away. He began to fear they would spend the day there in hiding.
Thou speak'st as if it were a Sin: But if it be so, you your self help'd to make me wicked. For e'er I saw Mr. Bellmour, you spoke the kindest things of him, As would have mov'd the dullest Maid to love; And e'er I saw him, I was quite undone. Nur. Quite undone! Now God forbid it; what, for loving? You said but now there was no Life without it. Cel.
Celinda has inform'd me true 'tis she Good morrow, Brother, what, so early at your Devotions? Cel. Friend. Your Orizons are made to a fair Saint. Pray, Sir, what Lady's that? Or is it blasphemy to repeat her Name? By my bright Arms, she's fair With what a charming Fierceness, she charges through my Body to my Heart. Death! how her glittering Eyes give Fire, and wound!
To morrow! You must then marry Oh fatal Word! Another! a Beast, a Fool, that knows not how to value you. Cel. Is't possible my Fate shou'd be so near? Nur. Nay, then dispose of your self, I say, and leave dissembling; 'tis high time. Bel. This Night the Letter came, the dreadful News Of thy being married, and to morrow too. Oh, answer me, or I shall die with Fear. Cel. Bel.
I will but 'tis as Misers part with Gold, Or People full of Health depart from Life. Friend. Go, Sister, to your Bed, and dream of him. Cel. and Nurse. Bel. Whilst I prepare to meet this Fop to fight him. Friend. Hang him, he'll ne'er meet thee; to beat a Watch, or kick a Drawer, or batter Windows, is the highest pitch of Valour he e'er arriv'd to. Bel.
Sir Tim. Sir, I'm not the Man you look for By Fortune, Sham, we're all undone: He has mistook me for the fighting Fellow. Char. Villain, defend thy Life. Sir Tim. Who, I, Sir? I have no quarrel to you, nor no man breathing, not I, by Fortune. Cel. Char. What made thee draw upon my Brother? Sir Tim. Who, I, Sir? by Fortune, I love him I draw upon him! Char.
But, Madam, may I not yet expect To hear the Story, you so lately promis'd me? Dia. I owe much to your Goodness, Sir but Cel. I am too young, you think, to hear a Secret; Can I want Sense to pity your Misfortunes, Or Passion to incite me to revenge 'em? Dia. Oh, would he were in earnest! Cel. But, Madam, I'm impatient for your Story, That after that, you may expect my Service. Dia.
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