Sir yos. Indifferent, egad, in my opinion very indifferent-I'd rather go plain all my life, than wear such finery.

Bluff. Death and hell, to be affronted thus ! I'll die before I 'll suffer it.

[Draws. Sir Jos. 0, lord, his anger was not raised before Nay, dear captain, do n't be in a passion now he's gone-Put up, put up, dear back, 't is your Sir Joseph begs. Come let me kiss thee. So, so, put up, put up.

Bluff. By heav'n, 't is not to be put up.
Sir Jos. What, bully?
Bluff. The affront.

Sir Jos. No, egad, no more 't is, for that 's put up already, thy sword I mean.

Bluf. Well, Sir Joseph, at your intreaty. -But were not you my friend, abus'd, and cuftd, and kick'd ?

[Putting up his sword. Sir Jos. Ay, ay, so were you too; no matter, 'tis past.

Bluff. By the immortal thunder of great guns, 't is false -he sucks not vital air who dares to affirm it to this face.

[Looks big. Sir Jos. To that face, I grant you, captain-No, no, I grant you -Not to that face, by the lord Harry. If you bad put on your fighting f.ce before, you had done his business

the aurst as soon have kiss'd you, as kick d you your


-But a man can no more help what's done behind his back, than what's said.-Come, we "ll think no more of what is past.


Bluff. I'll call a council of war within to consider of my revenge to come.



Silvia's Apartment. Enter HEARTWELL and SILVIA.


As Amoret and Thyrsis lay
Melting the hours in gentle play;
Foining feces, ningling kisses,
And exchonsins harmless blisses,
He trembling cry'd, with eager haste,
0, let me feed as well as toste,
I die, if I'm not wholly blest.

[After the scny, a dance of anticks. Sil. Indeed, it is very fine

I could look upon em all day.

Heart. Well, has this prevail’d for me, and will you look upon me?

Sil. If you could sing and dance so, I should love to look upon you too.

Heart. Why, 't was I sung and danc'd; I gave mu.. sic to the voice, and life to their measures-Look you here, Sylvia. [Pulling out a purse and chinking it.] Here are songs and dances, poetry and music-hark! how sweetly one guinea rhimes to another---and how they dance to the music of their own chink. This buys all t'other---and this thou shall have; this, and all that I am worth for the purchase of thy love. Say, is it

mine then, ha? speak, siren -Oons, why do I look on her! Yet I must Spcak, dear angel, devil, saint, witch; do not rack me with suspense.

Sil. Nay, don 't stare at me so -You make me blush-I cannot look.

Heart. Oh, manhood, where art thou! What am I come to? A woman's toy, at these years! Death, a bearded baby for a girl to dundle. “O, dotage, do

tage ! That ever that noble passion, lust, should ebb to this degree-No reflux of vigorous blood ; but “milky love supplies the empty channels, and prompts

me to the softness of a child a mere infant, and “ would suck.” Can you love me, Silvia ?-Speak.

Sil. I dare not speak ’till I believe you, and indeed I'm afraid to believe you yet.

Heart. Death! how her innocence torments and pleases me! Lying, child, is indeed the art of love ; and men are generally masters in it: but I'm so newly entered, you cannot distrust me of any, skill in the treacherous mystery-Now, by my.soul, I cannot lie, though it were to serve a friend or gain a mistress.

Sil. Must you lie then, if you say you love me?

Heart. No, no, dear ignorance, thou beauteous changeling-—I tell thee, I do love thee, and tell it for a truth, a naked truth,which I 'm ashamed to discover.

Sil. But love, they say, is a tender thing, “ will smooth frowns, and make calm an angry face ; “ will soften a rugged temper, and make ill-humoured

people good.” You look ready to fright one, and talk as if your passion were not love, but anger.

" that


Heart. 'Tis both ; for I am angry with myself, when I am pleased with you--And a pox upon me for loving thee so wellYet I must

-'Tis a " bearded arrow, and will more easily be thrust for66 ward than drawn back."

Sil. Indeed, if I were well assur'd you lov'd; but how can I be well assurd ?

Heart. Take the symptomsand ask all the tyrants of thy sex, if their fools are not known by this party-coloured livery I am melancholic, when thou art absent; look like an ass, when thou art present; wake for thee, when I should sleep; and even dream of thee, when I am awake; sigh much, drink little, eat less, court solitude, am grown very entertaining to myself, and, as I am informed, very troublesome to every body else. If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable-Nay, yet a more certain sign than all this; I give thee my money.

Sil. Ay, but that is no sign ; for they say, gentlemen will give money to any naughty woman to come “ to bed” to them- Gemini, I hope you do n't mean

-for I won't be a whore, Heart. The more is the pity.

[ Aside. Sil. Nay, if you would marry me, you should not come to “ bed to” me" you have such a beard, and " would so prickle one." But do you intend to marry me ?

Heart. That a fool should ask such a malicious question! Death! I shall be drawn in, before I know where I am -However, I find I am pretty sure of



her consent, if I am put to it. [ Aside.] Marry you? No, no, I'll love you.

Sil. Nay, but if you love me, you must marry me : what, don't I know my father lov'd my mother, and was marry'd to her ?

Heart. Ay, ay, in old days people married where they lov’d; but that fashion is chang'd, child.

Sil. Never tell me that : I know 't is not chang'd “ by myself; for I love you, and would marry you.

Heart. I'll have my beard shav’d, it shan't hurt “thee, and we ’ll go to bed.”

Sil. No, no, I'm not such a fool neither, but I can keep myself honest.-Here, I won't keep any thing

yours, I hate you now, [Throws the purse.] and I'll never see you again 'cause you'd have me naught.

[Going. Heart. Damn her, let her go, and a good riddance - yet so much tenderness and beauty-and honesty together is a jewel—Stay, SilviaBut then to marry -Why, every man plays the fool once in his life : but

marry is playing the fool all one's life long. Sil. What did you call me for?

Heart. I'll give thee all I have. And thou shalt "live with me in every thing so like my wife, the world shall believe it : nay, thou shalt think so thyselfOnly let me not think so.

Sil. No, I 'll die before I 'll be your whorewell as I love

you. Heart.. [ Aside.] A woman and ignorant may be honest, when 'tis out of obstinacy and contradiction=.




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