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Updated: June 3, 2025
Mr Toobad had found his daughter Celinda in London, and after the first joy of meeting was over, told her he had a husband ready for her. The young lady replied, very gravely, that she should take the liberty to choose for herself.
With this Celinda came in sight, Bahata's sister tall and bright; This to an end her farewell brought, But not her dark and anxious thought. "Now saddle me the silver gray, The steed of noble race, And give to me the shield of Fez, And my strong corslet lace; Give me a double-headed lance, With points of temper fine; And, with the casque of stubborn steel, That purple cap of mine.
Am I still tame and patient with my Ills? Gods! what is Man, that he can live and bear, Yet know his Power to rid himself of Grief? I will not live; or if my Destiny Compel me to't, it shall be worse than dying. Bel. What's this? The Answer of a Letter, Sir, you sent the divine Celinda; for so it was directed. Bel.
In the nuptial chamber Bellmour informs Diana that he cannot love her and she quits him maddened with rage and disappointment. Sir Timothy serenades the newly-mated pair and is threatened by Bellmour, whilst Celinda, who has been watching the house, attacks the fop and his fiddlers.
'Celinda, Celinda, said Mr Toobad, 'you most assuredly shall. 'Have I not a fortune in my own right, sir? said Celinda. 'The more is the pity, said Mr Toobad: 'but I can find means, miss; I can find means.
Enter Sir Timothy, follow'd by Phillis, Sham, Sharp, and Betty Flauntit. Sir Tim. I am pursu'd by two impertinent Women; prithee, Friendlove, tell 'em I am gone out at the Backdoor, and send 'em away. Lord. What's the News here? Sir Tim. How, Celinda here, and Bellmour too! Nay, now wou'd I compound for my Life, at any rate, by Fortune. Phil.
Your Mistress is not so divine as I, And shou'd I, 'gainst himself, believe the Man Who first inspir'd my Heart with Love's soft Flame? Bel. What Bliss on me insensibly you throw! I'd rather hear thee swear, thou art my Foe, And like some noble and romantick Maid With Poniards wou'd my stubborn Heart invade; And whilst thou dost the faithful Relique tear, In every Vein thoud'st find Celinda there.
More than half cloyed with the possession of Celinda, he could not fail to be disgusted with her upbraidings; and had she not been the daughter of a gentleman whose friendship he did not think it his interest to forfeit, he would have dropped this correspondence, without reluctance or hesitation.
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!
Lord Plotwell eventually promises to provide for her, and at Diana's request, now she recognizes her mistake in trying to hold a man who does not love her, Bellmour is forgiven and allowed to wed Celinda as soon as the divorce has been pronounced, whilst Diana herself rewards Friendlove with her hand. Sir Tim.
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