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NO RIVALSHIP OR TAINT OF FAITH ADMIS. SIBLE IN LOVE.
FROM THE CUSTOM OF THE COUNTRY.
ZENOCIA to ARNOLDO.
SHOULD you lay by the least part of that love You've sworn is mine, your youth and faith have To entertain another, nay, a fairer, [given me, And make the case thus desperate, she must die also; D'ye think I would give way, or count this honest? Be not deceived; these eyes should never see you more,
This tongue forget to name you, and this heart Hate you as if you were born my full antipathy: Empire and more imperious love alone
Rule and admit no rivals. The pure springs,
ARNOLDO TEMPTED BY HYPOLITA. FROM THE SAME.
Arn. Fr! stand off;
And give me leave more now than e'er to wonder
Be excellent in all as you are outward;
Arn. Not for your beauty;
Though I confess it blows the first fire in us;
But love the giver more ?—You make me fonder. You have a virtuous mind—I want that ornament. Is it a sin, I covet to enjoy you ?—
If you imagine I'm too free a lover,
And act that part belongs to you, I'm silent.
Fitting a vestal nun; not long to kiss you,
SCENE IN THE COMEDY OF MONSIEUR THOMAS Valentine having formed the noble resolution of giving up his mistress Cellide to preserve the life of his friend Francis, who is in love with her, is supposed to hear the following dialogue, unknown to Francis.
Francis. BLESS me, what beams
Flew from those angel eyes! Oh, what a misery,
Cellide. Yes, and do more than that too-comfort you;
I see you've need.
Fran. You are a fair physician;
You bring no bitterness, gilt o'er, to gull us,
And my good wishes for your health, should merit
[Enter VALENTINE privately. For this I think must cure you. Fran. Of which, lady?—
Sure she has found my grief.-Why do you blush so? Cel. Do you not understand? of this-this cordial. Valentine. Oh, my afflicted heart! she's gone for everd
Fran. What heaven you have brought me, lady! Cel. Do not wonder:
For 'tis not impudence, nor want of honour,
Fran. A virtuous blessing crown you!
Cel. Do not despair; nor do not think too boldly I dare abuse my promise; 'twas your friend's, And so fast tied, I thought no time could ruin; But so much has your danger, and that spell, The powerful name of friend, prevail'd above him, To whom I ever owe obedience,
That here I am, by his command, to cure ye; Nay more, for ever, by his full resignment; And willingly I ratify it.
Fran. Hold, for heaven's sake!
Must my friend's misery make me a triumph ? Bear I that noble name to be a traitor?
d Valentine is supposed to remain undiscovered, and his speeches not to be heard by Francis and Cellide.
Oh, virtuous goodness! keep thyself untainted: You have no power to yield, nor he to render, Nor I to take-I am resolved to die first!
Val. Ha! say'st thou so?-Nay, then thou shalt not perish!
Fran. And though I love ye above the light shines
Beyond the wealth of kingdoms; free content
Cel. Pray tell me,
If I had never known that gentleman, Would you not willingly embrace my offer? Fran. D'you make a doubt?
Cel. And can you be unwilling,
He being old and impotent ?-his aim, too,
Fran. For virtue's sake, take heed!
What everlasting banishment from that
Equal affections, born and shot together!
Fran. This cannot be.
Cel. To you, unless you apply it
With more and firmer faith, and so digest it:
Val. Oh! cruel woman!
Cel. Yet, sure your sickness is not so forgetful, Nor you so willing to be lost!
Fran. Pray stay there;
Methinks you are not fair now; methinks more,
Fran. You have no share in goodness; You are belied; you are not Cellide,
The modest, the immaculate !-Who are you? For I will know-What devil, to do mischief Unto my virtuous friend, hath shifted shapes With that unblemish'd beauty?
Cel. Do not rave, sir,
1 Nor let the violence of thoughts distract you; You shall enjoy me; I am yours; I pity, By those fair eyes, I do.
Fran. Oh, double hearted!
Oh, woman! perfect woman! what distraction
Val. Oh! miracle!
Fran. Whose all and every part of man, (pray mark me!)
Like ready pages, wait upon your pleasures,
Val. Take her, with all my heart!-Thou art so honest,
That 'tis most necessary I be undone.
With all my soul possess her!
Cel. Till this minute
I scorn'd and hated you, and came to cozen you; Utter'd those things might draw a wonder on me, To make you mad.
Fran. Good heaven! what is this woman? Cel. Nor did your danger, but in charity, Move me a whit; nor you appear unto me More than a common object; yet now, truly, Truly, and nobly, I do love you dearly, And from this hour you are the man I honour; You are the man, the excellence, the honesty, The only friend :—and I am glad your sickness Fell so most happily at this time on you, To make this truth the world's.
Fran. Whither d'you drive me ?
Cel. Back to your honesty; make that good ever; 'Tis like a strong-built castle, seated high, That draws on all ambitions; still repair it, Still fortify it; there are thousand foes, Besides the tyrant Beauty, will assail it : Look to your centinels, that watch it hourly; Your eyes-let them not wander !
Fran. Is this serious,
Or does she play still with me?
Cel. Keep your ears,
The two main ports that may betray you, strongly
Fran. How like the sun Labouring in his eclipse, dark and prodigious, She show'd till now! When, having won his way, How full of wonder he breaks out again, And sheds his virtuons beams! Excellent angel! (Forno less can that heavenly mind proclaim thee.) Honour of all thy sex! let it be lawful (And like a pilgrim thus I kneel to beg it, Not with profane lips now, nor burnt affections, But, reconciled to faith, with holy wishes,) To kiss that virgin hand!
Cel. Take your desire, sir,
And in a nobler way, for I dare trust you;
[FROM "A KING AND NO KING."
ACT IV. SCENE IV.
ARBACES, King of Iberia, reveals to PANTHEA, his sister, the criminality of his love for her.
An Apartment in the Palace.
Enter ARBACEs at one door, and GOBRIAS with PANTHEA at another.
Gob. Sir, here's the princess.
For the main cause of her imprisonment
[Exit GOBRIAS. You're welcome, sister; and I would to Heaven I could so bid you by another name.— If you above love not such sins as these, Circle my heart with thoughts as cold as snow, To quench these rising flames that harbour here. Pan. Sir, does please you I shall speak?
Arb. Please me?
Ay, more than all the art of music can,
Pan. Be it so I will.
Am I the first that ever had a wrong So far from being fit to have redress, That 'twas unfit to hear it? I will back To prison, rather than disquiet you, And wait till it be fit.
Arb. No, do not go ;
For I will hear thee with a serious thought:
Arb. Why, credit me,
Panthea, credit me, that am thy brother,
I might be kept in some place where you are ;
Arb. Fy, you come in a step; what do you
Dear sister, do not so! Alas, Panthea,
Where I am would you be? why, that's the
You are imprison'd, that you may not be Where I am.
Pan. Then I must endure it, sir. Heaven keep you!
Arb. Nay, you shall hear the cause in short, Panthea:
And when thou hear'st it, thou wilt blush for me,
Pan. Heaven forbid !
Arb. Nay, it is gone;
And I am left as far without a bound
If not, thy dwelling must be dark and close,
That laid this punishment upon my pride,
Pan. Far be it from me to revile the king!
And in a grave sleep with my innocence,
Than welcome such a sin. It is my fate;
Arb. Farewell; and, good Panthea, pray for me,
For thither they are tending: if that happen,
By vow to Heaven, and shall pull a heap
Of strange, yet uninvented, sin upon' me.
Pan. Sir, I will pray for you! yet you shall
It is a sullen fate that governs us:
For I could wish, as heartily as you,
That, as it is, I ne'er shall sway my heart
Arb. Then I curse my birth!
Must this be added to my miseries,
That thou art willing too? Is there no stop
Pan. There is nothing else:
But these, alas! will separate us more
Than twenty worlds betwixt us.
Arb. I have lived
conquer men, and now am overthrown
Only by words, brother and sister. Where
Arb. No more,
I'll credit thee; I know thou canst not lie.
Pan. But is there nothing else,
That we may do, but only walk? Methinks,
Arb. And so they may, Panthea; so will we;
Pan. If you have any mercy, let me go
Sin grows upon us more by this delay.