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Ay, but you know the Lord Plotwell has the Possession of all his Estate, and if he marry without his liking, has Power to take away all his Fortune, and then I think it were not so good marrying him. Cel. Not marrying him! Oh, canst thou think so poorly of me?
So strangely sweet and charming! Nur. Marry come up, you speak well for your self; Oh intolerable loving Creature! But here comes the utmost of your Wishes. Cel. My Brother, and Bellmour! with strange Men! Enter Friendlove, Bellmour, Sir Timothy, Sham, and Sharp. Friend. Sister, I've brought you here a Lover, this is the worthy Person you have heard of, Sir Timothy Tawdrey. Sir Tim.
Pray ask no Questions, Sir; but if you are what you seem, Give a Protection to an unhappy Maid. Do not reply, but let us haste away. Cel. Hah What do I hear! sure, 'tis Diana. Madam, with haste, and joy, I'll serve you. I'll carry her to my own Lodgings. Enter Bellmour, Sir Tim. Sham, and Sharp. Sir Tim. Lord, Lord, that you should not know your Friend and humble Servant, Tim.
Oh, dear Nurse, what shall I do? Nur. I that ever help you at a dead Lift, will not fail you now. Sir Tim. What a Pox, not a Word? Cel. Sure this Fellow believes I'll begin. Sir Tim. Not yet sure she has spoke her last Nur. The Gentleman's good-natur'd, and has took pity on you, and will not trouble you, I think. Sir Tim. Hey day, here's Wooing indeed Will she never begin, trow?
To leave thee free, to leave thee yet a Virgin. Dia. Yes, I have vow'd he never shall possess me. Cel. Oh, how you bless me but you still are married, And whilst you are so I must languish Dia. But can all this Disorder spring from Love? Cel. Or may I still prove wretched. Dia. And can you think there are no ways For me to gratify that Love? Cel. How mean you, Madam? Dia.
Not to be laught at; 'tis not the Mode to love much; A Platonick Fop I have heard of, but this is an Age of sheer Enjoyment, and little Love goes to that; we have found it incommode, and loss of time, to make long Addresses. Enter Celinda like a Boy. Phil. I find, Sir, you and I shall never agree upon this matter; But see, Sir, here's more Company. Cel. Oh Heaven!
Sir, I believe those happy ones that know you Had been far kinder, but I'm indeed a Stranger. Bel. Cel. Oh, how he melts my Soul! Bel. O, dost thou mock my Griefs? by Heaven, he did. Stay, Sir, he's gone. Enter Charles Bellmour. Char. The Rogue took Courage, when he saw there was no Remedy; but there's no hurt done on either side. Lord.
And at Diana's Feet! The fittest Altar for my Sacrifice! Turn, turn, from what thou lov'st, and meet my Justice. Cel. Oh, hold, my dearest Brother. Bel. Nay, now I'm ready for the welcome Sword, Since my Celinda's false, and cannot pardon. Cel. Oh, do not die with that profane Opinion. Celinda false! or cannot pardon thee! Dia. Stay, generous Sir, my Pity has forgiven him. Bel. Thou!
Disarm'd! by Heav'n, you shall not so escape A Rage that is too just here to give o'er. SCENE IV. Changes to the Inside of Friendlove's Lodgings. Enter Celinda, as before, met by Nurse. Nur. Oh, Madam, here's Mr. Bellmour; he has wounded my young Master, who deny'd him Entrance, and is come into the House, and all in Rage demands his Wife. Cel. Oh Heav'n! Demands his Wife!
Friend. Bel. Dia. Oh, my dear Bellmour! Sham, and Sharp draw, and run into several Corners, with signs of Fear. Friend. Be gone, and let me meet it. Cel. That thou mayst do through mine, but no way else. Friend. Here are too many to encounter, and I'll defer my Vengeance. Char. Stay, Sir, we must not part so. Drawing at the same Door, that Sir Tim. is sneaking out at. Slave! Dost thou tremble?
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