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Sir Tim. Why, thou damnable confounded Torment, wilt thou never cease? Nur. No, not till you raise your Siege, and be gone; go march to your Lady of Love, and Debauch go You get no Celinda here. Sir Tim. The Devil's in her Tongue. Cel. Good gentle Nurse, have Mercy upon the poor Knight. Nur.
How, her Father here to morrow, and here he says, that shall be the last Moment, he will defer the Marriage of Celinda to this Sot Oh God, I shall grow mad, and so undo 'em all I'll kill the Villain at the Altar By my lost hopes, I will And yet there is some left Could I but speak to her I must rely on Dresswell's Friendship Oh God, to morrow Can I endure that thought?
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!
And though at night he entered no torch or lamp he hath, For glorious Celinda is the sun upon his path; And as he enters in the town at once the word is given: "Now let your shots, your cross-bows, sound to the vault of heaven!
Soon as in rage Celinda had closed her lattice fast And scorned the Moor ungrateful for his service in the past, Her passion with reflection turns and in repentance ends; She longs to see the Moor again and make to him amends; For in the dance of woman's love through every mood they range And those whose hearts are truest are given most to change.
As for poor Celinda, her fancy was, by his music and discourse, worked up to the highest pitch of enthusiastic terrors; the whole bed shook with her trepidation, the awful silence that succeeded the supernatural music threw an additional damp upon her spirits, and the artful Fathom affecting to snore at the same time, she could no longer contain her horror, but called upon his name with a fearful accent, and, having owned her present situation insupportable, entreated him to draw near her bedside, that he might be within touch on any emergency.
Marionetta, who had fainted, opened her eyes and fixed them on Celinda. Celinda, in turn, fixed hers on Marionetta. Scythrop was equi-distant between them, like Mahomet's coffin. "Celinda," said Mr. Toobad, "what does this mean? When I told you in London that I had chosen a husband for you, you thought proper to run away from him; and now, to all appearance, you have run away to him." "How, sir?
Why, Lord, Sir, will you persuade me to that? Bel. I can endure no more; he marry fair Celinda! Friend. Sir Tim. To which he answer'd I have a good Fortune have but my Son Ned, and this Girl, call'd Celinda, whom I will make a Fortune, sutable to yours; your honoured Mother, the Lady Tawdrey, and I, have as good as concluded the Match already. Friend. Sir Tim. Oh, Sir, you compliment.
I shall be glad to see you all dispos'd of well; but I was half afraid, your Brother would have married Mrs. Celinda Friendlove, to whom he made notable Love in Yorkshire I thought: not but she's a fine Lady; but her Fortune is below that of my young Master's, as much as my Lady Diana's is above his But see, they come; let us retire, to give 'em leave to talk alone.
I wish, good Sir, you would take this into serious Consideration, and admonish Husbands and Wives what Terms they ought to keep towards each other. Your Thoughts on this important Subject will have the greatest Reward, that which descends on such as feel the Sorrows of the Afflicted. Give me leave to subscribe my self, Your unfortunate humble Servant, CELINDA.
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