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'tis true, these Eyes confirm my Fate. Yonder he is and that fair splendid Thing, That gazes on him with such kind Desire, Is my blest Rival Oh, he is married! Gods! And yet you let him live; Live too with all his Charms, as fine and gay, As if you meant he shou'd undo all easy Maids, And kill 'em for their Sin of loving him. Wretched Celinda!
Such an abrupt address upon such an occasion, did not fail to amaze and affright the gentle Celinda, who, unable to speak, sprung towards her treacherous protector; and he, catching her in his arms, bade her fear nothing, for he would, at the expense of his life, defend her from all danger.
Three cursed years, to win her smile, In knightly deeds I wrought, And nothing but her treachery My faithful service brought, She flung me off without a qualm, Because my lot was poor, And gave, because the wretch was rich, Her favor to a Moor." Celinda as these words she heard Impatiently the lattice barred, And to the lover's ardent sight It seemed that heaven was quenched in night.
Such an abrupt address upon such an occasion, did not fail to amaze and affright the gentle Celinda, who, unable to speak, sprung towards her treacherous protector; and he, catching her in his arms, bade her fear nothing, for he would, at the expense of his life, defend her from all danger.
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.
The lists were in confusion, but calm was on his brow, As, lifting up his eyes to heaven, he breathed a desperate vow; "Would God the malediction of Celinda had come true! And the spears of my assailant had pierced my bosom through! And that the dames who pitied me had cursed me where I stand! And bravely falling I became a hero of the land!
Yes, faith, Madam, I am Sir Timothy Tawdrey, at your Service Pray are not you Mrs. Celinda Dresswell? Cel. The same, but cannot return your Compliment. Sir Tim. Oh Lord, oh Lord, not return a Compliment. Faith, Ned, thy Sister's quite spoil'd, for want of Town-Education; 'tis pity, for she's devilish pretty. Friend.
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.
'The devil is come among you, said Mr Toobad, 'how came my daughter here? 'Your daughter! exclaimed Mr Glowry. 'Your daughter! exclaimed Scythrop, and Mr and Mrs Hilary. 'Yes, said Mr Toobad, 'my daughter Celinda. Marionetta opened her eyes and fixed them on Celinda; Celinda in return fixed hers on Marionetta. They were at remote points of the apartment.
On this Celinda took her leave, And vanished from his view, And, thinking proudly of her smile, Azarco straight withdrew. Scarce half a league from Gelva the knight dismounted stood, Leaning upon his upright spear, and bitter was his mood. He thought upon Celinda's curse, and Zaida's fickle mind, "Ah, Fortune, thou to me," he cried, "hast ever proved unkind."
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