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I can't withstand thee, then, old man. Not reasoning; not remonstrance; not entreaty wilt thou hearken to; all this thou scornest. Flat obedience to thy own flat commands, this is all thou breathest. Aye, and say'st the men have vow'd thy vow; say'st all of us are Ahabs. Great God forbid! But is there no other way? no lawful way? Make him a prisoner to be taken home?
I can't withstand thee, then, old man. Not reasoning; not remonstrance; not entreaty wilt thou hearken to; all this thou scornest. Flat obedience to thy own flat commands, this is all thou breathest. Aye, and say'st the men have vow'd thy vow; say'st all of us are Ahabs. Great God forbid! But is there no other way? no lawful way? Make him a prisoner to be taken home?
To Love I vow'd eternal scorn; I saw thee and was straight forsworn! In jealous rage, renouncing bliss, When Damon stole a rapturous kiss, I took, with oaths, a long farewell; How false they were thou best can'st tell. By saints I vow'd, and pow'rs divine, No love could ever equal mine! Yet I myself, though thus I swore, Have daily lov'd thee more and more!
"When captains courageous, whom death could not daunt, Did march to the siege of the city of Gaunt, They muster'd their soldiers by two and by three, But the foremost in battle was Mary Ambree. When brave Sir John Major was slain in her sight, Who was her true lover, her joy and delight, Because he was murther'd most treacherouslie, Then vow'd to avenge him fair Mary Ambree."
We are thine, all thine evermore: Not a leaf on the laughing shore, Not a wave on the heaving sea, Nor a single sigh In the boundless sky, But is vow'd evermore to thee!
'When captaines couragious, whom death cold not daunte, Did march to the siege of the citty of Gaunt, They mustred their souldiers by two and by three, And the foremost in battle was Mary Ambree. When the brave sergeant-major was slaine in her sight Who was her true lover, her joy and delight, Because he was slaine most treacherouslie, Then vow'd to avenge him Mary Ambree.
To leave thee free, to leave thee yet a Virgin. Dia. Yes, I have vow'd he never shall possess me. Cel. Oh, how you bless me but you still are married, And whilst you are so I must languish Dia. But can all this Disorder spring from Love? Cel. Or may I still prove wretched. Dia. And can you think there are no ways For me to gratify that Love? Cel. How mean you, Madam? Dia.
For auld lang syne, my dear, We never can forget; When dangers press'd, and foes drew near, Our friend was Lafayette. When first our fathers bravely drew 'Gainst tyrants and their laws, On wings of generous zeal he flew To aid the holy cause. For auld lang syne, my dear, &c. He stemm'd the broad Atlantic wave; He vow'd they should be free; He led the bravest of the brave To death or victory.
Oh let me die, rather than call to mind a time so fatal; when the lovely false Philander vow'd his heart, his faithless heart away to any maid but Sylvia: oh let it not be possible for me to imagine his dear arms ever grasping any body with joy but Sylvia! And yet they did, with transports of love!
Martha Dutton my business is not with you, at present, but with this young lady, to whom, I hope, I may presume to speak a little plainly, as she is my own child. Silence, then, Mrs. Martha Dutton. If my memory is not treacherous, you once stood up before God's altar with me, and there vow'd to love, honour, and obey. Yes, that was the word; obey, Mrs. Martha Dutton."
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