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List of most recent chapters published for the The Works of Aphra Behn novel. A total of 540 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 : The Works of Aphra Behn.by Aphra Behn.PREFACE.It is perhaps not altogether easy to appre
The Works of Aphra Behn.by Aphra Behn.PREFACE.It is perhaps not altogether easy to appreciate the multiplicity of difficulties with which the first editor of Mrs. Behn has to cope. Not only is her life strangely mysterious and obscure, but the rubbish of
- 201 Sir _Char_. Who, you! yes, you.Why are those Eyes drest in inviting Love?Those soft bewitching Smiles, those rising b.r.e.a.s.t.s, And all those Charms that make you so adorable, Is't not to draw Fools into Matrimony?Sir _Anth_. How's that, how&
- 202 _Wild_. Most visibly in Love! Oh, Sir, Nature, Laws, and Religion plead for so near a Kinsman.Sir _Tim_. Laws and Religion! Alas, my Lord, he deserves not the Name of a Patriot, who does not for the publick Good, defy all Laws and Religion._Wild_. Death,
- 203 _Wild_. Dear _Dresswell_, entertain _Charles Meriwill_ a little, whilst I speak to _Galliard_.[_The Men go all to the drinking Table_.By Heaven, I die, I languish for a Word!--Madam, I hope you have not made a Vow To speak with none but that young Cavalie
- 204 [Wild. _turns, sees_ Clacket._Wild_. Death and the Devil, Clacket! then 'tis _Charlot_, and I'm discover'd to her._Char_. Say, are you not a false dissembling thing?[_To_ Wild. _in anger_._Wild_. What, my little Northern La.s.s translated i
- 205 L. _Gal_. Who is a most devout Baud, a precise Procurer; A Saint in the Spirit, and Wh.o.r.e in the Flesh; A Doer of the Devil's Work in G.o.d's Name.Is she your Informer? nay, then the Lye's undoubted-- I say once more, adone with your idl
- 206 _Wild_. Have Patience I say, 'tis clear: All the Desires of mutual Love are virtuous.Can Heav'n or Man be angry that you please Your self, and me, when it does wrong to none?Why rave you then on things that ne'er can be?Besides, are we not
- 207 _Another Room in Lady_ Galliard's _House_.Enter Sir_ Charles Meriwill _and Sir_ Anthony, _Sir_ Charles _drunk_.Sir _Anth_. A Dog, a Rogue, to leave her!Sir _Char_. Why, look ye, Uncle, what wou'd you have a Man do? I brought her to her Coach-- S
- 208 Thy false deluding Eyes were surely made Of Stars that rule our s.e.x's Destiny: And all thy Charms were by Inchantment wrought, That first undo the heedless Gazers on, Then shew their natural Deformity._Wild_. Ah, my _Galliard_, am I grown ugly then
- 209 Sir _Char_. Hah, Gad, 'twas a Spark!--What, vanisht! hah-- Sir _Anth_. Nay, nay, Sir, I am for ye.Sir _Char_. Are you so, Sir? and I am for the Widow, Sir, and-- [_Just as they are pa.s.sing at each other_, Closet _enters with a Candle_.Hah, why, wha
- 210 L. _Gal_. Marry you.Sir _Char_. When?L. _Gal_. Nay, that's too much--Hold, hold, I will to morrow--Now you are satisfy'd, you will withdraw?_Enter Sir_ Anth. _and_ Closet.Sir _Anth. Charles_, Joy, _Charles_, give you Joy, here's two substan
- 211 _Dres_. That's well--The sanctify'd Jilt professes Innocence, yet has the Badge of her Occupation about her Neck.[_Pulls off the Coat_._Sen_. Ah, Misfortune, I have mistook his Wors.h.i.+p's Coat for my Gown.[_A little Book drops out of her
- 212 _Fop_. And who shall bind the last Man?_Wild_. Honest Laboir, d'ye hear, Sirrah? you get drunk and lay in your Clothes under the Hall-Table; d'ye hear me? Look to't, ye Rascal, and carry things discreetly, or you'll be hang'd, tha
- 213 _She is discovered dressing, with_ Betty._Dia_. Methinks I'm up as early as if I had a mind to what I'm going to do, marry this rich old c.o.xcomb._Bet_. And you do well to lose no time._Dia_. Ah, Betty, and cou'd thy Prudence prefer an old
- 214 _Char_. Yet what art thou? a Stranger to my Heart. Wherefore, ah why, on what occasion shou'd I?Mrs. _Clack_. Acquaintance, 'tis enough, I know him, Madam, and I hope my Word will be taken for a greater matter in the City: In troth you're b
- 215 Sir _Char_. Sirrah, I say--know your Lord and Master._Will_. I shall, Sir. [_Goes out_.L. _Gal_. Was ever Woman teaz'd thus? pursue me not.Sir _Char_. You are mistaken, I'm disobedient grown, Since we became one Family; and when I've us
- 216 [_Shews her the Writings_.And this I hop'd, when all my Vows and Love, When all my Languishments cou'd nought avail, Had made ye mine for ever.[_Aloud_._Enter Sir_ Anthony, _pulling in Sir_ Tim. _and_ Diana.Sir _Anth_. Morrow, _Charles_; Morrow
- 217 _Wild_. Rather _Diana_, Sir; I wish you Joy: See here's _Charlot_. I was not such a Fool to trust such Blessings with the Wicked._Sir Charl_. How, Mrs. Dy Ladyfi'd! This is an excellent way of disposing an old cast-off Mistress.Sir _Tim_. How, h
- 218 TO MRS. ELLEN GUIN.Madam, 'Tis no wonder that hitherto I followed not the good example of the believing Poets, since less faith and zeal then you alone can inspire, had wanted power to have reduc't me to the true wors.h.i.+p: Your permission, _M
- 219 _Fil_. He follows her close, whoe'er they be: I see this trade of Love goes forward still._Gal_. And will whilst there's difference in s.e.xes. But, _Harry_, the Women, the delicate Women I was speaking of?_Fil_. Prithee tell me no more of thy f
- 220 _Gal_. To morrow night; Oh, 'tis an Age in Love! Desire knows no time but the present, 'tis now I wish, and now I wou'd enjoy: a new Day ought to bring a new Desire._Pet_. Alas, Sir, I'm but an humble Bravo._Gal_. Yes, thou'rt a P
- 221 _Tick_. Twenty Crowns!--Why, 'tis a Sum, a Portion, a Revenue._Pet_. Alas, Signior, 'tis nothing with her,--she'll look it out in an hour,--ah, such an Eye, so sparkling, with an amorous Twire--Then, Sir-- she'll kiss it out in a momen
- 222 _Tick_. I marry, Sir, that's a good one indeed: What shall become of my Head then, Sir? what Guard have I left for that, good Mr. _Monsieur_, hah?_Pet_. Ah, Morbleu, is not dis for every ting?_Tick_. No, marry, is not it, Sir; St. _George's_ Gua
- 223 ACT II.SCENE I. _The Gardens of the Villa Medici_._Enter_ Morosini _and_ Octavio._Oct_. By Heaven, I will not eat, nor sleep, nor pray for any thing but swift and sure Revenge, till I have found _Marcella_, that false deceiving Beauty, or her Lover, my ha
- 224 _Fil_. Prithee do so: hah, who's that with such an Equipage?[_Exit_ Julio, Fil. _and_ Gal. _going after_. Marcella _and_ Cor. _meet just entring_, Laura _with_ Silvio, Antonio, _and her Equipage, drest like a Man_._Gal_. Pox, let the Tradesmen ask, w
- 225 [_Offers to run to her_, Gal. _holds him_._Gal_. Hold! _Marcella_! where?_Fil_. That Lady there; didst ever see her equal?_Gal_. Why, faith, as you say, _Harry_, that Lady is beautiful--and, make us thankful--kind: why, 'tis _Euphemia_, Sir, the very
- 226 [_Going out is stopt by Sir_ Signal_._Enter Sir_ Sig. Tick. Petro.Sir _Sig_. Signior, I have brought Mr. _Tickletext_ to beg your Pardon-- Sir._Fil_. I've other business, Sir. [_Goes out_._Gal_. Come, let's follow him; and you, my generous Caval
- 227 Sir _Sig_. Why, 'twill be restor'd again, 'tis but to practise by._Pet_. Ay, Signior, the next thing you are to learn is to receive._Tick_. Most worthy Signior, I have so exhausted the _Cornucopia_ of your Favours, [_Flourishes_.]--and tast
- 228 _Mor_. I say 'twas rashly done, to fight him unexamin'd._Oct_. I need not ask; my Reason has inform'd me, and I'm convinc'd, where-e'er he has concealed her, that she is fled with _Fillamour_._Jul_. Who is't they speak o
- 229 _Gal_. Ah, for a fine young Wh.o.r.e with all these Charms!but that same Quality allays the Joy: there's such a d.a.m.n'd ado with the Obligation, that half the Pleasure's lost in Ceremony.--Here for a thousand Crowns I reign alone, Revel a
- 230 _Gal_. How now! what's the cold fit coming on? [_Pauses_._Fil_. I have no power to go--where this--invites me-- By which I prove 'tis no encrease of Flame that warms my Heart, But a new Fire just kindled from those Eyes-- Whose Rays I find more
- 231 _Gal_. No more; look to't--look you forget her Name--or but to think of her--farewel-- [_Nods at him_.Sir _Sig_. Farewell, quoth ye--'tis well I had the Art of dissembling after all, here had been a sweet broil upon the Coast else.-- _Fil_. Very
- 232 [_Looks towards the Door_.--He is not yet come-- _Tick_. Not yet come--that must be _Barberacho!_-- Where are ye, honest _Barberacho_, where are ye?[_Groping towards_ Gal._Gal_. Hah! _Barberacho?_ that Name I am sure is us'd by none but Sir _Signal_
- 233 _Mar_. This must be he.[_Goes up to 'em_._Gal_. Come, come, your Song, Boy, your Song._Whilst 'tis singing, Enter_ Octavio, Julio, c.r.a.pine, _and Bravos_.The SONG. _Crudo Amore, Crudo Amore, Il mio Core non fa per te bis Suffrir non vo torment
- 234 SCENE I._Enter_ Fillamour _and_ Galliard, _as in_ Silvianetta's _Apartment_._Fil_. How splendidly these common Women live!How rich is all we meet with in this Palace; And rather seems the Apartment of some Prince, Than a Receptacle for l.u.s.t and Sh
- 235 _Gal_. By this good Light, a n.o.ble glorious Wh.o.r.e._Fil_. Oh, stay, I must not let such Beauty fall, --A Wh.o.r.e--consider yet the Charms of Reputation, The Ease, the Quiet, and Content of Innocence, The awful Reverence all good Men will pay thee, Wh
- 236 _Tick_. Fly, fly, young Man, whilst yet thou hast a spark of Virtue s.h.i.+ning in thee, fly the temptations of this young Hypocrite; the Love that she pretends with so much zeal and ardour, is indecent, unwarrantable and unlawful; first indecent, as she
- 237 [_In a soft Tone_.Join all your aids to make my _Silvia_ kind; For I am fill'd with the expecting Bliss, [Tick, _thrusts his Head out to listen_.And much Delay or Disappointment kills me._Tick_. Disappointment kills me,--and me too, _certo_--'ti
- 238 Sir _Sig_. Poor Devil, how fearful 'tis of losing me! [_Aside_._Gal_. That's some Atonement for thy other Sins,-- Come, break thy Word, and wash it quite away.Sir _Sig_. That cogging won't do, my good Friend, that won't do._Gal_. Thou
- 239 Sir _Sig_. He's gone!--so, ha, ha, ha. As I hope to breathe, Madam, you have nost neatly dispatcht him; poor fool--to compare his Wit and his Person to mine.-- _Cor_. Hah, the c.o.xcomb here still.-- Sir _Sig_. Well, this Countenance of mine never fa
- 240 [_Lets go the Bucket, and is running frighted away_._Enter_ Fillamour _and_ Page, _he returns_.--How, a Man! was ever wretched Wight so miserable, the Devil at one hand, and a _Roman_ Night-walker at the other; which danger shall I chuse?[_Gets to the doo
- 241 _Gal_. But when I came to the matter then in debate, she was for honourable Love forsooth, and wou'd not yield, no marry wou'd she, not under a Licence from the Parson of the Parish._Jul_. Who was it, prithee? 'twere a good Deed to be so re
- 242 _Lau_. 'Twas I, by Heaven, that heedless Fool was I._Jul_. Which I with Lover's' eager Joy perform'd, And on my Knees utter'd the hasty Words, Which she repeated o'er, and gave me back._Gal_. So, he has swallow'd with a
- 243 _Enter_ Laura _with her Lute, drest in a careless rich Dress, followed by_ Sabina, _to whom she gives her Lute, and_ Silvio._Jul_. Hah! 'tis the same Woman.[_She sees_ Julio _and starts_._Lau_. A Stranger here! What Art can help me now?[_She pauses_.
- 244 _Lau. Julio_!_Gal_. What of him? [_Aside_._Cor_. Being just now arriv'd at _Rome_-- _Lau_. Heavens, arriv'd! [_Aside_._Cor_. Sent me to beg the Honour of waiting on you. _Lau_. Sure, Stranger, you mistake.-- _Cor_. If, Madam, you are _Laura Lucr
- 245 _Fil_. I doubt it not, since in that lovely Face I see the charming Image of _Marcella_._Jul_. Hah!_Mar_. You might, e'er Travel ruffled me to Man. [_Aside_.--I shou'd return thy Praise whilst I survey thee, But that I came not here to complimen
- 246 _Enter_ Sir Signal _a little groping_.Sir _Sig_. There's no finding my way out,--and now does Fear make me fancy this some inchanted Castle.-- _Enter_ Tick, _listening_._Tick_. Hah, an inchanted Castle!Sir _Sig_. Belonging to a monstrous Giant; who h
- 247 [_Sir Sig. peeps from behind_.Sir _Sig_. Some Comfort yet, that I am not the only Fool defeated. Ha!_Galllard_!_Oct_. I'm satisfy'd (_To_ Fil.)--but what cou'd move you, Sir--[_to_ Gal.] to injure me, one of my Birth and Quality?_Gal_. Fait
- 248 _Gal_. How now, what have we here?Sir _Sig_. Speak of the Devil, and he appears.[_Pulls his Governour forward_._Tick_. I am undone,--but, good Sir _Signal_, do not cry Wh.o.r.e first, as the old Proverb says.Sir _Sig_. And good Mr. Governour, as another o
- 249 The Works of Aphra Behn.Vol. III.by Aphra Behn.THE TOWN-FOP; OR, SIR TIMOTHY TAWDREY.ARGUMENT. Sir Timothy Tawdrey is by the wishes of his mother and the lady's father designed for Celinda, who loves Bellmour, nephew to Lord Plotwell. A c.o.xcomb of
- 250 For e'er I saw Mr. _Bellmour_, you spoke the kindest things of him, As would have mov'd the dullest Maid to love; And e'er I saw him, I was quite undone._Nur_. Quite undone! Now G.o.d forbid it; what, for loving?You said but now there was n
- 251 Sir _Tim_. Can you love?_Cel_. Oh, yes, Sir, many things; I love my Meat, I love abundance of Adorers, I love choice of new Clothes, new Plays; and, like a right Woman, I love to have my Will.Sir _Tim_. Spoke like a well-bred Person, by Fortune: I see the
- 252 _Bel_. Yes.Sir _Tim_. Oh, I had forgot thou art a modest Rogue, and to thy eternal Shame, hadst never the Reputation of a Mistress--Lord, Lord, that I could see thee address thy self to a Lady--I fancy thee a very ridiculous Figure in that Posture, by For
- 253 --What else, my lovely Maid, can give a freedom To that same talking, idle, knighted Fop?_Cel_. Oh, if I am so wretched to be his, Surely I cannot live; For, Sir, I must confess I cannot love him._Bel_. But thou may'st do as bad, and marry him, And t
- 254 _Bel_. However, I'll expect him, lest he be fool-hardy enough to keep his Word._Friend_. Shall I wait on thee?_Bel_. No, no, there's no need of that--Good-morrow, my best Friend._Friend_. But e'er you go, my dearest Friend and Brother, Now
- 255 _Sharp_. Hold, Sir, hold._Sham_. Enough, enough, we are satisfy'd.Sir _Tim_. So am not I, ye mangy Mungrels, till I have kickt Courage and Reputation out of ye._Sham_. Hold there, Sir, 'tis enough, we are satisfy'd, that you have Courage.Si
- 256 _Bel_. As I did before, my Lord._Lord_. What, thou canst not think I am in earnest; I confess, _Frank_, she is above thee in point of Fortune, she being my only Heir--but suppose 'tis she._Bel_. Oh, I'm undone!--Sir, I dare not suppose so greatl
- 257 Shou'd I obey this Tyrant--then too she dies.Yes, Sir--You may be cruel--take the Law, And kill me quickly, 'twill become your Justice. [_Weeps_._Lord_. Was I call'd back for this? Yes, I shall take it, Sir; do not fear.[_Offers to go_._Bel
- 258 Sir _Tim_. I, I, 'tis so--Pox on him._Sharp_. Well, Boy, I am he--What--Your Master._Page_. My Master, Sir-- _Sharp_. Are not you _Bellmour's_ Page?_Page_. Yes, Sir. _Sharp_. Well, your News._Page_. News, Sir? I know of none, but of my Master�
- 259 _Dia_. There's something of disorder in his Soul, Which I'm on fire to know the meaning of._Enter Sir_ Timothy, Sham, _and_ Sharp, _in Masquerade_.Sir _Tim_. The Rogue is married, and I am so pleas'd, I can forgive him our last Night's
- 260 _Phil_. I find, Sir, you and I shall never agree upon this matter; But see, Sir, here's more Company._Cel_. Oh Heaven! 'tis true, these Eyes confirm my Fate.Yonder he is--and that fair splendid Thing, That gazes on him with such kind Desire, Is
- 261 [_Exit_ Cel._Bel_. O, dost thou mock my Griefs? by Heaven, he did.--Stay, Sir, he's gone._Enter_ Charles Bellmour._Char_. The Rogue took Courage, when he saw there was no Remedy; but there's no hurt done on either side. _Lord_. 'Tis fit suc
- 262 They both were forfeit, when I broke my Vow, Nor cou'd my Honour with thy Fame decline; Whoe'er profanes thee, injures nought of mine.This Night upon the Couch my self I'll lay, And like _Franciscans_, let th'ensuing Day Take care for
- 263 [_Exeunt_._Enter_ Bellmour, _Sir_ Tim. Sham, _and_ Sharp.Sir _Tim_. Lord, Lord, that you should not know your Friend and humble Servant, _Tim. Tawdrey_--But thou look'st as if thou hadst not been a-bed yet._Bel_. No more I have.Sir _Tim_. Nay, then t
- 264 _Cel_. Punish him, Heaven, for a Sin so great.--And are you married then?_Dia_. Why is there Terror in that Word?_Cel_. By all that's Sacred, 'tis a Word that kills me.Oh, say thou art not; And I thus low will fall, and pay thee Thanks. [_Kneels
- 265 _Friend_. Lady, I am a Soldier--yet in my gentlest Terms I humbly beg to kiss your lovely Hands-- Death! there's Magick in the Touch.By Heaven, you carry an Artillery in every part._Dia_. This is a Man indeed fit for my purpose. [_Aside_._Friend_. Na
- 266 _Jenny_. Mrs. _Driver_, why shou'd you send for us where _Flaunt.i.t_ is?a stinking proud Flirt, who because she has a tawdry Petticoat, I warrant you, will think her self so much above us, when if she were set out in her own natural Colours, and her
- 267 Sir _Tim_. How, my _Betty_!_Flaunt_. This is the Trade you drive, you eternal Fop, when I sit at home expecting you Night after Night.Sir _Tim_. Nay, dear Betty!_Flaunt_. 'Tis here you spend that which shou'd buy me Points and Petticoats, whilst
- 268 Sir _Tim_. Ay, ay, silly indeed--a Pox upon her--a silly Knight, you say-- _Driv_. Ay, Sir, one she makes a very a.s.s of.Sir _Tim_. Ay, so methinks--but she's kind, and will do reason for all him._Driv_. To a Friend, a Man of Quality--or so.Sir _Tim
- 269 Sir _Tim_. A Fidler, perhaps--let him play in the next Room._Bel_. No, my Brother--come to demand his Portion of me; he says I am in leud Company, and, like a Boy, he wou'd correct me.Sir _Tim_. Why, this comes of Idleness; thou should'st have b
- 270 _Flaunt_. Well, get your self ready to go abroad with me.[_Exit_ Flaunt.Sir _Tim_. I have other Matters in hand--now have I four hundred Guineas in Bank, which I won last Night of _Bellmour_, which I'll make use of to debauch his Sister, with whom I&
- 271 _Lord_. Yes, for she lov'd him pa.s.sionately; when I first told her of my Designs to marry 'em together, she could not hide her Joy; which was one Motive, I urg'd it to him with such Violence._Char_. Persons so near of Kin do seldom prospe
- 272 Sir _Tim_. Then it must defend you from all the s.e.x; for all Mankind are like me, nay, and all Womankind are, or wou'd be, what I must make thee._Phil_. What's that, a Wench?Sir _Tim_. Fie, fie, that's a gross Name; no, a Miss, that'
- 273 _Friend_. Yes, I do love her, and dare own it too; And will defend her from one so base and treacherous._Bel_. Who dares deny thy Reasons?_Friend_. Sh'has made me take an Oath, to fight with thee; And every Wound my lucky Sword shou'd make, She
- 274 _Dia_. Yes, that _Diana_, Whom, maugre all the Penitence thou shew'st, Can scarce forgive the Injuries thou hast done her._Bel_. I shew a Penitence for injuring thee!By Heav'n, I never cou'd do one, or other; All that I am is the divine _Ce
- 275 _Bel_. Be not so hasty in your Goodness, Sir, Lest you repent as fast._Dia_. Sir, we have an humble Suit to you._Lord_. What is it ye can jointly ask, I will not grant?_Dia_. By all that Love you ever had for me, By all those Infant Charms which us'd
- 276 _Bel_. Death, you Dog! you deserve to die, for your base Designs upon a Maid of her Quality--How durst you, Sister, without my leave, marry that Rascal?_Phil_. Sir, you deny'd me my Portion, and my Uncle design'd to turn me out of doors, and in
- 277 _Sebastian_, Father to _Antonio_, Mr. _Freeman_._Guzman_, Gentlemen to _Carlos_, Mr. _Underhill_._Guiliom_, a Chimney-Sweeper; the False Count, Mr. _Lee_.Two overgrown Pages to the False Count, A little Page to the False Count._Petro_, Cas.h.i.+er to _Ant
- 278 _Car_. This Fellow's of a quick Wit and good Apprehension, though possibly he cannot act the Don so well, yet that which makes up the best part of our young Gallants now a-days, he shall not want; that is, good Clothes, Money, and an Equipage,--and a
- 279 _Fran_. May be you are, Sir--but Youth you know-- Opportunity--Occasion--or so--there are Winks, and Nods, and Signs, and Twirs--and--well--in short I am satisfied, and they that are not may go whistle: and so I'll to my Wife, whom I have left too lo
- 280 [_Goes to whisper him, and gives Julia the Letter over his Shoulder_._Fran_. Is he so, pray tell him he need not take that pains; there's no occasion for't; besides 'twill be but in vain; for the Doctors have prescribed her Silence and Lone
- 281 _Jac_. Well said, use him scurvily that Mrs. _Clara_ may have him.[_Aside_._Ant_. The best of those you think I should not name, dare hardly tell me this._Isa_. Good Lord, you think your self a very fine Fellow now, and finical your self up to be thought
- 282 [_He goes out, they go in_.SCENE II. _Changes to the Street_._Enter_ Carlos, Antonio._Car_. I wonder where this Man of mine should be, whom I sent this Evening with my Letter to _Julia_. What art thou?_Enter_ Guzman, _runs against_ Carlos. _Guz_. My Lord,
- 283 _Jul_. All that the kindest Mistress can bestow, If _Carlos_ loves, and still will keep his Vows._Car_. _Julia_, my Life, my Soul, what happy Stars Conspir'd to give me this dear lucky minute?_Jul_. Those that conducted old _Francisco_ out, And will
- 284 [_Goes just to the door_, Fran. _bolts out on him_._Fran_. Who's there?--what wou'd you have?--who wou'd you speak to?--who do you come from?--and what's your business?_Car_. Hah, 'tis the Sot himself;--my name is _Carlos_._Fran_.
- 285 _Fran_. And so, Mistress, come your ways to your Chamber._Jul_. And study how to prevent this cruel separation.[_Aside, goes out with him and_ Jacinta._Cla_. Ah, _Antonio_, I find by that sad look of yours, you have over-heard our hasty Doom._Ant_. I have
- 286 _Guz_. Why he never read in's life; knows neither Longitude nor Lat.i.tude, and _Constantinople_ may be in the midst of _Spain_ for any thing he knows; besides, his Fear will give him little leisure for thinking._Ant_. But how shall we do with the Se
- 287 _Cla_. With four Lackeys._Jac_. And a Page at the tail on't._Cla_. She's evidently design'd for a Person of Quality._Isa_. Besides I have so natural an Inclination for a Don, that if my Father do force me to marry this small Creature of a M
- 288 _Guil_. Or else, two Morning Stars, All other Beauties are but Soot to her._Jul_. But shou'd my Husband-- _Car_. He's safe for one dear half hour, I'll warrant you, come._Fran_. Um--my Wife here still, must I begin to thunder._Jul_. Lord, a
- 289 _Page_. My Lord, now you talk of dancing, here's your Baggage brought from a-board the Gally by your Seamen, who us'd to entertain you with their rustick Sports._Guil_. Very well; Sir, with your permission, I am resolved whether you will or no,
- 290 ACT IV.SCENE I.Enter, _as aboard the s.h.i.+p_, Guiliom, Isabella, Francisco, Julia, Antonio, Clara, Jacinta, Pedro _and his Wife_, Pages._Guil_. Ladies and Gentlemen, you are very welcome aboard--Come, put off to Sea, Rogues, Scoundrels, Tarpaulins, to y
- 291 _Capt_. 'Tis impossible to scape, we must fight it out._Fran_. Fight it out! oh, I'm not able to indure it,--why, what the Devil made me a s.h.i.+p-board?[_Ex_. Cap._Guil_. Why, where be these _Turks_? set me to 'em, I'll make 'em
- 292 _Guz_. Come, come, we can't attend your amorous Parleys.[_Parts 'em_._Jul_. Alas, what shall we poor Women do?[_Ex. Men_._Isa_. We must e'en have patience, Madam, and be ravisht. _Cla_. Ravisht! Heavens forbid._Jac_. An please the Lord, I&#
- 293 _Fran_. As the Devil take me if I desire.1st _Turk_. And then you may in triumph laugh at all the rest of your Brother Cuckolds._Fran_. Hum, and has the Devil serv'd me thus?--but no matter, I must be gadding, like an old c.o.xcomb, to _Cadiz_,--and
- 294 _Car_. Is she witty?_Fran_. I'm no competent Judge, an't like your Holiness, --This Catechism was certainly of the Devil's own making. [Aside._Enter_ Guzman, _bringing in_ Julia, Clara, Isabella, Jacinta, Guiliom, Antonio, &c. _Women veil&#
- 295 _Fran_. Oh, hold, most mighty _Turk_. [_Kneeling_._Guz_. Slave, darest thou interrupt 'em,--die, Dog._Fran_. Hold, hold, I'm silent._Car_. I love you, fair one, and design to make you-- _Fran_. A most notorious Strumpet. A Pox of his Courtesy. _
- 296 _Isa_. Oh, Heavens! must I lose you then? no, I'll die first._Guil_. Die, die, then; for your Betters must be served before you._Isa_. Oh! I shall rave; false and lovely as you are, did you not swear to marry me, and make me a Viscountess._Guil_. Ay,
- 297 _Car_. I offer'd much, lov'd much, but all in vain; Husband and Honour still was the reply._Fran_. Good lack! that she shou'd have no more Grace before her Eyes._Car_. But, Slave, behold these Mutes; that fatal Instrument of Death behold to
- 298 [_Goes out with the_ Turk._Enter_ Antonio, _and_ Clara _to_ Jacinta._Jac_. Madam, the rarest sport--Ha, ha, ha._Ant_. You need not tell us, we have been witness to all. But to our own Affairs, my dearest _Clara_, Let us not lose this blessed opportunity,
- 299 _Guil_. For once you have prevail'd._Enter_ Francisco._Fran_. Whither away?_Isa_. Only to consummate a little, pray keep your distance.[_She pulls off his hat_. _Fran_. Consummate!_Isa_. Ay, Sir, that is to make me an absolute Viscountess--we cannot
- 300 _Bal_. Taken,--Great _Turk_,--what do mean?_Fran_. Mean, Sir! why, how the Devil came you into _Turkey_?_Bal_. Sure, Jealousy has crack'd his brains._Fran_. Crack me no Cracks, good Father mine;--am not I a Slave in _Turkey_? and is not this the _Gra