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That he might the more effectually deceive the vigilance of her father's wife, he threw such a dash of affectation in his complaisance towards Celinda, as could not escape the notice of that prying matron, though it was not palpable enough to disoblige the young lady herself, who could not so well distinguish between overstrained courtesy and real good breeding.
With fingers deft Celinda wove a wreath, in which were set The rose's rudy petals and the scented mignonette. She plaited him a baldric, with violets circled round, For violets are for lovers, and with this his waist she bound.
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.
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.
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.
Sir Tim. The Devil's in her Tongue, and so 'tis in most Women's of her Age; for when it has quitted the Tail, it repairs to her upper Tire. Nur. Do not persuade me, Madam, I am resolv'd to make him weary of his Wooing. Sir Tim. So, God be prais'd, the Storm is laid And now, Mrs. Celinda, give me leave to ask you, if it be with your leave, this Affront is put on a Man of my Quality? Nur.
Bel. Oh, I am mad, and know not what I do. I have took in the Poison which you sent, in those few fatal Words, "Forgive me, my Celinda, I am married" 'Twas thus you said And I have only Life left to return, "Forgive me my sweet Bellmour, I am dead." Can I hear this, and live? I am a Villian!
Still, on his ruddy couch he lay, his courage quenched at last. At this exploit the plaudits of the assembly filled the blast; They hailed the knight whose bravery and skill had done the deed, And slain the hero of the ring, and saved his goodly steed, And done such pleasure to the King, and to Celinda fair, To the Queen of Spain and all her train who sat assembled there.
His heart must be quite callous, and his ear lost to all distinction, who could hear such harmony without emotion; how deeply, then, must it have affected the delicate Celinda, whose sensations, naturally acute, were whetted to a most painful keenness by her apprehension; who could have no previous idea of such entertainment, and was credulous enough to believe the most improbable tale of superstition!
This circumstance was not unknown to his lady, by whose express approbation he had bestowed particular attention upon the education of the child, whom we shall distinguish by the name of Celinda.
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