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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.
Bellmour sends word to Celinda, who replies in a heart-broken letter; and at the wedding feast Friendlove, who himself is deeply enamoured of Diana, appears in disguise to observe the traitor. He is followed by his sister disguised as a boy, and upon Friendlove's drawing on Bellmour a scuffle ensues which, however, ends without harm.
And we will live in Sin while this holds out. And then to my cold Home Come let's be gone: Oh, that I ne'er might see the rising Sun. SCENE I. Celinda's Chamber. Discovers Celinda as before sitting in a Chair, Diana by her in another, who sings.
Come hither, Boy Art thou sure of this? Sir, I am sure of it; and I am going to bespeak Musick for the Ball anon. Sir Tim. What hast thou there a Letter to the Divine Celinda? A dainty Boy there's Money for to buy thee Nickers. Sharp. Well, Sir, if this be true, Celinda will be glad of you again. Sir. Tim.
Toobad saw them, and judging from their manner that the devil had manifested his wrath in some new shape, followed, and intercepted Stella's flight at the door by catching her in his arms. "Celinda!" he exclaimed. "Papa!" said the young lady disconsolately. "The devil is come among you!" said Mr. Toobad. "How came my daughter here?"
Faith, Frank, I'm a little maukish with sitting up all Night, and want a small refreshment this Morning Did we not send for Whores? Bel. No, I am not in humour for a Wench By Heaven, I hate the Sex. All but divine Celinda, Appear strange Monsters to my Eyes and Thoughts. Sir Tim. What, art Italianiz'd, and lovest thy own Sex? Bel.
This persecuting spirit was very disagreeable to the husband, who loved Celinda with a truly paternal affection, and produced abundance of family disquiet; but being a man of a peaceable and yielding disposition, he could not long maintain the resolution he had taken in her favour, and therefore he ceased opposing the malevolence of his wife.
Now I am well pardon me, lovely Creature, If I betray a Passion, I'm too young To've learnt the Art of hiding; I cannot hear you say that he was kind. Dia. Kind! yes, as Blasts to Flow'rs, or early Fruit; All gay I met him full of youthful Heat: But like a Damp, he dasht my kindled Flame, And all his Reason was he lov'd another, A Maid he call'd Celinda. Cel. Oh blessed Man! Dia. How, Sir? Cel.
As for the miserable Celinda, she became more and more addicted to the vices in which she had been initiated by his superlative perfidy and craft, until she was quite abandoned by decency and caution.
I can endure no more How, Sir You marry fair Celinda! Sir Tim. Ay, Frank, ay is she not a pretty little plump white Rogue, hah? Bel. Yes. Sir Tim. Bel. Why, Sir, I can court a Lady Sir Tim. No, no, thou'rt modest; that is to say, a Country Gentleman; that is to say, ill-bred; that is to say, a Fool, by Fortune, as the World goes. Bel.
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