Volume Iii Part 16 (2/2)

What ways am I constrain'd to use to work out my Revenge! [_Aside_.

_Cel_. How mean you, Madam?

_Dia_. Without a Miracle, look on my Eyes-- And Beauty--which you say can kindle Fires; --She that can give, may too retain Desires.

_Cel_. She'll ravish me--let me not understand you.

_Dia_. Look on my Wrongs-- Wrongs that would melt a frozen Chast.i.ty, That a religious Vow had made to Heaven: --And next survey thy own Perfections.

_Cel_. Hah--

_Dia_. Art thou so young, thou canst not apprehend me?

Fair bashful Boy, hast thou the Power to move, And yet not know the Bus'ness of thy Love?

_Cel_. How in an instant thou hast chill'd my Blood, And made me know no Woman can be good?

'Tis Sin enough to yield--but thus to sue Heav'n--'tis my Business--and not meant for you.

_Dia_. How little Love is understood by thee, 'Tis Custom, and not Pa.s.sion you pursue; Because Enjoyment first was nam'd by me, It does destroy what shou'd your Flame renew: My easy yielding does your Fire abate, And mine as much your tedious Courts.h.i.+p hate.

Tell Heaven--you will hereafter sacrifice, --And see how that will please the Deities.

The ready Victim is the n.o.blest way, Your Zeal and Obligations too to pay.

_Cel_. I think the G.o.ds wou'd hardly be ador'd, If they their Blessings shou'd, unask'd, afford; And I that Beauty can no more admire, Who ere I sue, can yield to my Desire.

_Dia_. Dull Youth, farewel: For since 'tis my Revenge that I pursue Less Beauty and more Man as well may do.

[_Offers to go_.

_Enter_ Friendlove _disguised, as one from a Camp_.

_Cel_. Madam, you must not go with this Mistake.

[_Holds her_.

_Friend_. _Celinda_ has inform'd me true--'tis she-- Good morrow, Brother, what, so early at your Devotions?

_Cel_. O, my Brother's come, and luckily relieves me. [_Aside_.

_Friend_. Your Orizons are made to a fair Saint.

--Pray, Sir, what Lady's that?

--Or is it blasphemy to repeat her Name?

--By my bright Arms, she's fair--With what a charming Fierceness, she charges through my Body to my Heart.

--Death! how her glittering Eyes give Fire, and wound!

And have already pierc'd my very Soul!

--May I approach her, Brother?

_Cel_. Yes, if you dare, there's danger in it though, She has Charms that will bewitch you: --I dare not stand their Mischief.

[_Exit_.

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