to be a stranger to me Bell. For ever for a long Eternity Dia. Oh thou 'st undone me then hast thou found out A Maid more fair more worthy of thy Love Look on me well Bell. I have consider'd thee And find no blemish in thy â—oul or Form Thou art all o're Divine yet I must hate thee Since thou hast drawn me to a mortal sin That cannot be forgiven by Men or Heaven Oh thou hast made me break a Vow Diana A Sacred Solemn Vow And mâ—de me wrong the sweetest Innocence That ever blest the Earth Dia. Instead of cooling this augments my fire No pain is like defeated new desire Aside 'T is false or but to try my Constancy Your Mistriss is not so Divine as I And shou'd I 'gainst himself believe the Man Who first inspir'd my heart with Loves soft flame Bell What bliss on me insensible you throw I 'de rather hear thee swear thou art my Foe And like some Noble and Romantick Maid With Poniards wou'd my stubborn heart invade And whil'st thou dost the faithful Relique tear In every Vein thou d'st find Celinda there Dia. Come Sir you must forget Celinda's Charms And reap delights within my circling Arms Delights that may your Errors undeceive When you find joyes as great as she can give Bell. What do I hear Is this the kind relief Thou dost allow to my despair and grief Is this the comfort that thou dost impart To my all wounded bleeding dying heart Were I so Brutal cou'd thy Love comply To serve it self with base Adultery For cou'd I love thee cou'd I love agen Our Lives wou'd be but one continued Sin A Sin of that black die a Sin so foul 'T would leave no hopes of Heav'n for eithers Soul Dia. Dull Man Dost think a feeble vain Excuâ—â— Shall satisfie me for this Nights abuse No since my Passion thou 'st defeated thus And rob'd me of my long wish'd happiness I 'll make thee know what a wrong'd Maid can do Divided 'twixt her Love and Injuries too Bell. I dare thy worst Shou'd Hell assist thy aims thou cou'dst not find New Plagues unless thou shou'dst continue kind Hard Fate Diana when thy Love must be The greatest Curse that can arrive to me That friendship which our Infant years begun And till this day has still continued on I will preserve and my Respects shall be Profound as what was ever paid by me But for my Love 't is to Celinda due And I can pay you â—one that 's just and true Dia. The rest Iâ—de have thee know I do despise I better understand my conquering Eyes Those Eyes that shall revenge my Love and Shame I 'll kill thy Reputation and thy Name Ex. Bell. My Honour And my Reputation now They both were forfeit when I broke my Vow Nor cou'd my Honour with thy Fame decline Whoe're prophanes 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 all the toils it brings with it Whatever Fate arrives I can submit Ex The Scene a Street Enter Celinda drest as before Cel. Not one kind Wound to send me to my Grave And yet between their angry Swords I â—an Expecting it from Bellmour or my Brothers Oh my hard Fate that gave me so much Misery And dealt no Courage to prevent the shock Why came â— off alive that fatal place Where I beheld my Bellmour in th' embrace Of my extremely fair and lovely Rival With what kind care she did prevent my Arm Who greedy of the last sad paâ—ting twine I wou'd have thrown about him as if she knew To what intent I made the passionate offer What have I next to do but seek a death Where ever I can meet it Who comes here Goes asidâ— Enter Sir Timothy Sham and Sharp with Fidlers and Boy Sir Tim. I believe this is the Bed-chamber Window where the Bride and the Bridegroom lies Sham. Well and what do you intend to do if it be Sir Sir Tim. Why first sing a Bawdy Song and then break the Windows in Revenge for the Affront was put upon me to night Sharp Faith Sir that 's but a poor Revenge and which every Footman may take of his Lady who has turn'd him away for filching You know Sir Windows are frail and will yield to the lusty Brick-bats 't is an Act below a Gentleman Sir Tim. That 's all one 't is my Recreation I serv'd a Woman so the other night to whom my Mistriss had a Pique Sham. Ay Sir 't is a Revenge fit only for a Whore to take And the Affront you receiv'd â—o night was by mistake Sir Tim. Mistake how can that be Sham. Why Sir did you not mind that he that drew upon Bellmour was in the same dress with you Sir Tim. How shou'd his be like mine Sham. Why by the same chance that yours was like his I suppose sending to the Play-house for them as we did they hapned to send him such another â—abit for they have many such for dancing Shepherds Sir Tim. Well I grant it a mistake and that shall repriâ—ve the Windows Sharp Then Sir you shew'd so much courage that you may bless the minute that forc'd you to fight Sir Tim. Ay but between you and I 't was well he kick'd me first and made me angry or I had been â—ustily swing'd by Fortune but thanks to my spleen that sav'd my bones that â—bouâ— but then I did well hah came briskly off and the rest Sham. With honour Sir I protest Sir Tim Come then we 'll Serenade him Come Sirra â—une your Pipes and sing Boy What shall I sing Sir Sir Tim. Any thing sutable to the time and place SONG 1. The happy Minute 's come the Nymph is laid Who means no more to rise a Maid Blushing and panting she expects the approch Of Ioyes that kill with every touch Nor can her Native modesty and shame Conceal the Ardour of her Virgin flame 2. And now the Amorous Youth is all undrest Iust ready for Loves mighty Feast With vigorous haste the Vail aside he throws That does all Heaven at once disclose Swift as desire into her naked Arms Himself he throws and rifles all her Charms God morrow Mr. Bellmour and to your lovely Bride long may you live and love Enter Bellmour above Bell. Who is' t has sent that Curse Sir Tim. What a pox is that Bellmour The Rogue 's in choler the Bride has not pleas'd him Bell. Dogs De you upbraid me â—â—ll be with you presently Sir Tim. Will you so but I 'll not stay your coming Cel. But you shall Sir Bell. Turn Villains Sir Tim. c. offers to go off Celinda steps forth and draws they draw and sâ—t upon her Enter Bellmour behind them They turn and Celinda sides with Bellmour and fights Enter Dia. Bellmour â—ighâ—â— 'em out and leaves Celinda breathless leaâ—ing on her Sword Dia. I 'll ne'r demand the cause of
of keeping yet as you Sir Timothy have done much to your glory I assure you Sir Tim. Who I Sir You do me much Honour I must confess I do not find the softer Sex cruel I am received as well as another Man of my Parts Friend Of your Money you mean Sir Sir Tim. Why Faith Ned thou art i' th' right I love to buy my pleasure for by Fortune there 's as much pleasure in Vanity and Variety as any Sins I know What think'st thou Ned Friend I am not of your mind I love to love upon the square and that I may be sure not to be cheated with false Ware I present 'em nothing but my heart Sir Tim. Yes and have the consolation of seeing your frugal Huswifery Miss sit in the Pit at a Play in a long Scarf and Night-gown for want of Points and Garniture Friend If she be clean and pretty and drest in Love I can excuse the rest and so will she Sir Tim. I vow to Fortune Ned thou must come to London and be a little manag'd ' Slife Man should'st thou talk so aloud in good Company thou would'st be counted a strange Fellow Pretty and drest with Love a fine Figure by Fortune No Ned the painted Chariot gives a Lustre to every ordinary Face and makes a Woman look like Quality ay so like by Fortune that you shall not know one from t'other till some scandalous out-of-favor'd-laid-aside-Fellow of the Town cry Damn her for a Bitch how scornfully the Whore regards me She has forgot since Iack such a one and I club'd for the keeping of her when both our Stocks well manag'd wou'd not amount to above seveâ— shillings six pence a week besides now and then a Treat of a Breastoâ— Mutton from the next Cooks Then the other laughs and cryes I Rott her And tells his Story too and concludes with who maâ—nages the Gilt now Why Faith some dismal Coxcomb or other yoâ— may be sure replies the first But Ned these are Râ—gues and Rascals thâ— value no Mans Reputation because they despise their own But Faith 〈◊〉 have laid aside all these vanities now I have thought of Matrimony bâ—â— I desire my Reformation may be a secret because as you know for 〈◊〉 Man of my Address and the rest 'T is not altogether so Jantee Friend Sir I assure you it shall be so great a Secret for me that I will never ask you who the happy Woman is that 's chosen for this great work of your Conversion Sir Tim. Ask me No you need not because you know already Friend Who I I protest Sir Timothy Sir Tim. No Swearing dear Ned for 't is not such a Secret but I will trust my Intimates these are my Friends Ned pray know them This Mr Sham and this by fortune a very honest Fellow Bows to ' em Mr Sharp and may be trusted with a bus'ness that concerns you as well as me Friend Me What do you mean Sir Timothy Sir Tim. Why Sir you know what I mean Friend Not I Sir Sir Tim. What not that I am to marry your Sister Celinda Friend Not at all Bell. O this unsufferable Sott Aside Friend My Sister Sir is very nice Sir Tim. That 's all one Sir the old People have adjusted the matter and they are the most proper 〈◊〉 a Negotiation of that kind which saves us the trouble of a tedious Courtship Friend That the old People have agreed the matter is more than I know Sir Tim. Why Lord Sir will you persuade me to that don 't you know that your Father according to the method in such cases being certain of my Estate came to me thus Sir Timothy Tawdrey You are a young Gentleman and a Knight I knew your Father well and my right worshipful Neighbor our Estates lie together therefore Sir I have a desire to have a near Relation with you At which I interrupted him and cryâ—d Oh Lord Sir I vow to Fortune you do me the greatest Honour Sir and the rest Bell. I can endure no more he marry fair Celinda Friend Prethee let him alone Aside Sir Tim. To which he answer'd I have a good Fortune Have but my Son Ned and this Girl call'd Celinda whom I will make a Fortune sutable to yours your honoured Mother the Lady Tawdrey and I have as good as concluded the match already To which I who tho I say it am well enoâ—gh bred for a Knight answer'd the Civility thus I vow to Fortune Sir I did not swear but cry'd I protest Sir Celinda deserves no no I lye again 't was merits I Celinda merits a much better Husband than I. Friend You speak more truth than you are aware of Aside Well Sir I 'll bring you to my Sister and if she likes you as well as my Father does she 's yours otherwise I have so much tenderness for her as to leave her choice free Sir Tim. Oh Sir you Compliment Alons Entrons Exeunt Scene 2. A Chamber Enter Celinda and Nurse Cel. I wonder my Brother stayes so long sure Mr Bellmour is not yet arriv'd yet he sent us word he would be here to day Lord how impatient I grow Nur. Ay so methinks if I had the hopes of enjoying so sweet a Gentleman as Mr Bellmour I shou'd be so too But I am past it Well I have had my pantings and heavings my impatience and qualms my heats and my colds and my I know not what 's But I thank my stars I have done with all those Fooleries Cel. Fooleries Is there any thing in life but Love Wou'dst thou praiâ—e Heaven for thy Being Without that grateful part of it For I confess I Love Nur. You need not your sighs and daily nay and nightly too disorders plainly enough betray the truth Cel. Thou speak'st as if it were a Sin But if it be so you your self help'd to make me wicked For e're I saw Mr Bellmour you spoke the kindest things of him As would have mov'd the dulleâ—t Maid to Love And e're I saw him I was quite undone Nur. Quite undone Now God forbid it What for Loving You said but now there was no life without it Cel. But since my Brother came from Italy And brought young Bellmour to our house How very little thou hadst said of him How much above thy praise I found the Youth Nur. Very pretty You are grown a notable Proficient in Love And you are resolv'd if he please to Marry him Cel. Or I must dye Nur. I but you know the Lord Plotwell has the possession of all his Estate and if he Marry without his liking has power to take away all his Fortune and then I think it were not so good Marrying him Cel. Not Marrying him Oh canst thou think so poorly of me Yes I wou'd Marry him tho' our scanty Fortune Cou'd onely purchase us A loanly Cottage in some silent place All cover'd oâ—re with Thatch Defended from the outrages of storms By leafless Trees in Winter and from heat
this disorder But take this opportunity to flie To the next hands will take me up who 's here Cel. Not yet my sullen heart Dia. Who 's here one wounded alas Cel. 'T is not so lucky but who art thou That dost with so much pity ask Dia. He seems a Gentleman handsom and young Aside Pray ask no questions Sir but if you 're what you seem Give a Protection to an unhappy Maid Do not reply but let us haste away Cel. Hah What do I hear sure 't is Diana Madam with haste and joy I 'll serve you I 'll carry her to my own Lodgings Fortune in this 〈◊〉 done my Suff'rings right My Rival's in my Power upon her Wedding night Aside 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 lookst as if thou hadst not been a Bed yet Bell. No more I have Sir Tim. Nay then thou losest precious time I 'll not detain thee Offers to go Bell. Thoâ— art mistaken I hate all Woman-kind Sir Tim. How how Bell. Above an hour heark ye Knight I am as lewd and as debaucht as thou art Sir Tim. What do you mean Franck Bell. To tell a truth which yet I never did I Whore Drink Game Swear Lye Cheat Rob Pimp Hector All All I do that 's vicious Sir Tim. Bless me Bell. From such a Villain hah Sir Tim. No but that thou shouldst hide it all this while Bell. Till I was married only and now I can dissemble it no longer come let 's to a Bawdy-house Sir Tim. A Bawdy-house What already This is the very quiâ—tessence of Lâ—wdness Why I thought that I was wicked but by Fortune This dashes mine quite out of countenance Bell. Oh thou' rt a puny sinner I 'll teach thee Arts so rare of sin the least of them shall damn thee Sir Tim. By Fortune Franck I do not like these Arts. Bell. Then thou' rt a Fool I 'll teach thee to be rich too Sir Tim. Ay that I like Bell. Look here my Boyes Holds up his Writings which he takes out of his Pockets The Writings of 3000 l. a year All this I got by Perjury Sir Tim. By Fortune a thriving Sin Bell. And we will live in Sin while this holds out And then to my cold Home Come let 's â—e gone Oâ— that I â—e'r might see the Rising Sun Ex. The End of the Third Act. ACT. IV. Scene 1. Discovers Celinda as before sitting in a Chair Diana by her in another who sings SONG 1. Celinda who did Love disdain For whom had languish'd many a Swain Leading her bleating Flocks to drink She spy'd upon the Rivers brink A Youth whose Eyes did well declare How much he lov'd but lov'd not her 2. At first she laugh'd but gaz'd the while And soon it lessen'd to a smile Thence to surprize and wonder came Her Breast to heave her Heart to flame Then cry'd she out Ah now I prove Thou art a God! Almighty Love 3. She wou'd have spoke but Shame deny'd And bad her first consult her Pride But soon she found that Aid was gone For Love alas had left her none Oh how she burns but 't is too late For in his Eyes she reads her Fate Cel. Oh how numerous are her Charms How shall I pay this generous condescension Fâ—ir lovely Maid Dia. Why do you flatter Sir Cel. To say you 're lovely by your self I do not I 'm young and have not muâ—h converst with Beauty Yet I 'll esteem my judgment since it knows Where my devotions shou'd be justly paid But Madam may Iâ—not yet expect To hear the Story you so lately promis'd me Dia. I owe much to your goodness Sir but Cel. I am too young you think to hear a Secret Can I want Sence to pity your Misfortunes Or Passion to incite me to revenge ' em Dia. Oh would he were in earnest Cel. She 's fond of me and I must blow that flame Aside Do any thing to make her hate my Bellmour But Madam I 'm impatient for your Story That after that you may expect my service Dia. The Treatment you this Night have given a distressed Maid enough obliges me nor need I tell you I m Nobly born something about my dress my looks and meen will doubtless do me reason Cel. Sufficiently Dia. But in the Family where I was Educated a Youth of my own Age a Kinsman too I châ—nc'd to fall in Love with but with a Passion my Pride still got the better of and he I thought repaid my young desires but Bashfulness on his part did what Pride had done on mine and kept his too conceal'd At last my Uncle who had the absolute dominion of us both thought good to Marry us together Cel. Punish him Heav'n for a Sin so great And are you Married then Dia. Why is there Terror in that word Cel. By all that 's Sacred 't is a word that kills me Oh say thou art not And I thus low wilâ— fall and pay thee Thanks Kneels Dia. You 'll wish indeed I were not when you know How very very wretched it has made me Cel. Should you be telling me a Tale all day Such as would melt a heart that ne'r could love 'T would not increase my Reason for the wish That I had dy'd e're known you had been Married Dia. So many soft words from my Bellmour's mouth Had made me mad with joy and next to that I wish to hear 'em from this Youth If they be real how I shall be reveng'd Aside But why at my being Married should you sigh Cel. Because I love is that a Wonder Madam Have you not Charms sufficient at first sight To wound a heart tender and young as mine Are you not heavenly fair oh there 's my grief Since you must be anothers Dia. Pray hear me out and if you love me after Perhaps you may not think your self unhappy When Night was come she long'd for Night and all Retir'd to give us silent room for joy Cel. Oh I can hear no more by Heav'n I cannot Here stab me to the heart let out my life I cannot live and hear what follow'd next Dia. Pray hear me Sir Cel. Oh you will tell me he was kind Yes yes oh God were not his balmy Kisses Sweeter than Incence offer'd up to Heaven Did not his Arms softer and whiter far Than those of Ioves transform'd to Wings of Swans Greedily clasp thee round oh quickly speak Whil'st thy fair rising Bosome met with his And then oh then Dia. Alas Sir What 's the matter sit down awhile Cel. Now I am well pardon me lovely Creature If I betray a Passion I 'm too young T o've learnt the Art of hiding I cannot hear you say that he was kind Dia. Kind yes as Blasts to Flow'rs or early Fruit All gay I met him full of youthful heat But like a damp he dasht my kindled flame And all his Reason was
has seduc'd ye Bell. How Harlot Sir Death such another word And through all Laws and Reason I will rush And reach thy Soul if mortal like thy Body No Sir she 's Chaste as are the new-made Vows I breath'd upon her Lips when last we parted Lord. Who waits there Enter Trusty and Servants Shall I be murder'd in my own House 'T is time you were remov'd Go get an Action of 5000 l. enter'd against him With Officers to Arrest him Trusty My Lord 't is my young Master Bellmour Lord. Ye all dote upon him but he 's not the Man you take him for Trusty How my Lord not this Mr Bellmour Lord. Dogs obey me Offers to go Bell. Stay Sir oh stay what will become of me 'T were better that my Life were lost than Fortune For that being gone Celinda must not love me But to die wretchedly Poorly in Prison whilst I can manage this Is below him that does adore Celinda Draws I 'll kill my self but then I kill Celinda Shou'd I obey this Tyrant then too she dies Yes Sir You may be cruel take the Law And kill me quickly 't will become your justice Weeps Lord. Was I call'd back for this Yes I shall take it Sir do not fear Offers to go Bell. Yet stay Sir Have you lost all Humanity Have you no Seâ—se of Honour nor of Horrors Lord. Away with him go be gone Bell. Stay Sir oh God! what is' t you 'd have me do Here I resign my self unto your will But oh Celinda what will become of thee Weeps Yes I will Marry and Diana too Lord. 'T is well you will had I been good natur'd now You had been undone and mist Diana too Bell. But must I Marry Needs Marry Sir Or lose my Fortune and my Liberty Whil'st all my Vows are given to another Lord. By all means Sir Belâ— If I must Marry any but Celinda I shall not Sir enjoy one moments bliss I shall be quite unman'd Cruel and Brutal A Beast unsafe for Woman to converse with Besides Sir I have given my Heart and Faith And any second Marriage is Adultery Lord. Heart and Faith I am glad 't is no worse if the Ceremony of the Church has not past 't is well enough Bell. All Sir that Heaven and Love requires is past Lord. Thou art a Fool Frank come dry thy Eyes And receive Diana Trusty Call in my Neece Bell. Yet Sir relent be kind and save my soul. Ex. Trusty Lord. No more by Heaven if you resist my Will I 'll make a strange example of thee and of that Woman who e're she be that drew thee to this folly Faith and Vows quoth ye Bell. Then I obey Enter Trusty and Diana Lord. Look ye here Frank is this a Lady to be dislik'd Come hither Frank Trusty Haste for Dr. Tickletext my Chaplain's not in Town I 'll have them instantly Married Come hither Diana Diana will you Marry your Cozen Frank Bellmour Dia. Yes if it be your pleasure Heaven cou'd not let fall a greater blessing Aside Lord. And you Frank will you Marry my Neece Diana Bell. Since you will have it so Lord. Come follow me then and you shall be both pleas'd Bell. Oh my Celinda To preserve thee what is' t I wou'd not do Forfeit my Heaven nay more I forfeit you Ex. Scene 4. The Street Enter Sir Timothy Tawdrey Sâ—am and Sharp Sir Tim. Now Sham art not thou a damn'd lying Rogue to make me â—aunter up and down the Mall all this morning after a Woman that thou knowst in thy Conscience was not likely to be there Sham. Why Sir if her Maid will be a jilting Whore how can I help it Sharp Thou knowst we presented her handsomly and she protested she 'd do 't Sharp Ay Ay Sir Aside but the Devil a Maid we saw Sham. Sir it may be Things have so fallen out that she could not possibly come Sir Tim. Things a Pox of your Tricks Well I see there 's no trusting a poor Devil Well what device will your Rogueship find out to Cheat me next Sham. Prethee help me out at a dead Lift Sharp Aside Sharp Cheat you Sir If I been't reveng'd on this She-Counsellor of the Patching and Painting this Letter-in of Midnight Lovers this Receiver of Bribes for stol'n Pleasures may I be condemn'd never to make Love to any thing of higher quality Sir Tim. Nay nay no Threatning Sharp it may be she 's Innocent yet Give her t'other Bribe and try what that will do Gives him money Sham. No Sir I 'll have no more to do with frail Woman in this case I have a surer way to do your business Enter Page with a Letter Sir Tim. Is not that Bellmour's Page Sharp It is Sir Sir Tim. By Fortune the Rogue 's looking for me he has a Challenge in his hand too Sham. No matter Sir Huff it out Sir Tim Prethee do thee Huff him thou knowst the way on 't Sham. What 's your bus'ness with Sir Timothy Sir Page Mine Sir I don't know the Gentleman pray which is he Sir Tim. I I 't is 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 Masters being this morning Sir Tim. Ay there it is behind Southampton House Page Married this morning Sir Tim. How Marry'd ' Slife has he serv'd me so Sham. The Boy is drunk Bellmour Married Page Yes indeed to the Lady Diana Sir Tim. Diana Mad by Fortune what Diana Page Neece to the Lord Plotwell Sir Tim. Come hither Boy Art thou sure of this Page Sir I am sure of it and I am going to bespeak Musick for the Ball anon Sir Tim. What hast thou there a Letter to the Divine Celinda A dainty Boy there 's money for thee to buy Nickers Page I humbly thank you Exit Shâ—rp Well Sir if this be true Celinda will be glad of you again Sir Tim. Ay but I will have none of her For look you Sham there is but two sorts of Love in this World Now I am sure the Rogue did love her and since it was not to Marry her it was for the thing you wot on as appears by his writing to her now But yet I will not believe what this Boy said till I see it Sham. Faith Sir I have thought of a thing that may both clear your doubt and give us a little mirth Sir Tim. I conceive thee Sham. I know y' are quick of apprehension Sir Timothy Sir Tim. O your servant dear Sham But to let thee see I am none of the dullest we are to Jigg it in Masquerade this evening hah Sham. Faith Sir you have it and there you may have an opportunity to Court Bellmour's sister Sir Tim. 'T is a good motion and we will follow it send to the Dukes House and borrow some Habits presently Sham. I 'll about it Sir
he lov'd another A Maid he call'd Celinda Cel. Oh blessed Man Dia. How Sir Cel. 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 whil'st you are so I must languish Aside Dia. Oh how his softness moves me But can all this disorder spring from Love Cel. Or may I still prove wretched Dia. And can you think there are no wayes For me to gratifie that Love What wayes 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 Chastity 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 pow'r to move And yet not know the bus'ness of thy Love Cel. How in an instant thou hast I hill d my blood And made me know no Woman can be good 'T is Sin enough to yield but thus to sue Heaven 't is my bus'ness and not meant for you Dia. How little Love is understood by thee 'T is Custom and not Passion you pursue Because enjoyment first was nam'd by me It does destroy what shou'd your flame renew My easie yielding does your fire abate And mine as much your tedious Courtship hate Tell Heaven you will hereafter sacrifice And see how that will please the Deities The ready Victim is the Noblest way Your Zeal and Obligations too to pay Cel. I think the Gods wou'd hardly be ador'd If they their blessings shou'd unaskt afford And I that Beauty can no more admire Who e're I sue can yield to my desire Dia. Dull Youth farewell For since 't is my Revenge that I pursue Less Beauty and more Man as well may do Offers to go Enter Friendlove disguis'd as one from a Camp Cel. Madam you must not go with this mistake Holds her Friend Celinda has inform'd me true 't is 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 glitt'ring 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 tho' She has Charms that will bewitch you I dare not stand their mischief Ex. 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 Nay do not view me I am no lovely object I am a Man bred up to Noise and War And know not how to dress my looks in smiles Yet trust me fair one I can love and serve As well as an Endymion or Adonis Wou'd you were willing to permit that service Dia. Why Sir What cou'd you do Friend Why I cou'd die for you Dia. I need the service of the living Sir But do you love me Sir Friend Or let me perish flying from a single Enemy I am a Gentleman and may pretend to love you And what you can command I can perform Dia. Take heed Sir what you say for I 'm in earnest Friend Command me any thing that 's just and brave And by my Eyes 't is done Dia. I know not what you call just or brave But those whom I do the honour to command Must not capitulate Friend Let him be blasted with the name of Coward That dares dispute your orders Dia. Dare you fight for me Friend With a whole Army 't is my Trade to fight Dia. Nay 't is but a single Man Friend Name him Dia. Bellmour Friend Of Yorkshire Companion to young Friendlove that came lately from Italy Dia. Yes do you know him Friend I do who has oft spoke of Bellmour We Travel'd into Italy together But since I hear He fell in Love with a fair cruel Maid For whom he languishes Dia. Heard you her name Friend Diana rich in Beauty as in Fortune Wou'd she had less of both and more of pity And that I knew not how to wish till now That I became a Lover perhaps as unsuccessful Dia. I knew my Beauty had a thousand Darts But knew not they cou'd strike so quick and home Aside Let your good wishes for your Friend alone Lest he being happy you shou'd be undone For he and you cannot be blest at once Friend How Madam Dia. I am that Maid he loves and who hates him Friend Hate him Dia. To death Friend Oh me unhappy Aside Dia. He sighs and turns away am I again defeated Surely I am not fair or Man's insensible Friend She knows me not And 't was discreetly done to change my shape For Woman is a strange Fantastick Creature And where before I cou'd not gain a smile Thus I may win her heart Aside Say Madam can you love a Man that dies for you Dia. The way to gain me is to fight with Bellmour Tell him from me you come the wrong'd Diana Tell him y 'ave an interest in my heart Equal to that which I have made in yours Friend I 'll do 't I will not ask your Reason but obey Swear e're I go that when I have perform'd it You 'll render me possession of your heart Dia. By all the Vows that Heaven tyes hearts together with I 'll be entirely yours Friend And I 'll not be that conscientious Fool To stop at blessings 'cause they are not lawful But take 'em up when Heaven has thrown 'em down Without the leave of a Religious Ceremony Aside Madam this House which I am Master of You shall command whil'st I go seek this Bellmour Dia. But e're you go I must inform you why I do pursue him with my just Revenge Friend I will attend and hear impatiently Ex. Scene a Bawdy-house Enter Mrs. Driver and Betty Flauntit Flaunt Driver prethee call for a Glass that I may set my self in order before I go up for really my Knight has not been at home all this night and I am so confus'd Enter one with a Glass and two Wenches Lord Mrs. Driver I wonder you shou'd send for me when other Womeâ— are in company you know of all things in the World I hate Whores they are the pratingst lewdest poor Creatures in nature and I wou'd not for any thing Sir Timothy shou'd know that I keep company 't were enough to lose him Mrs.
is too open come with me For I 've desir'd and now resolve to kill thee Bell. And so thou shalt defenceless I will yield And leave my bosom open to thy Sword But first conduct me to my Wife For I will see her nor can I dye unpardon'd Friend See his Wife of whom do you demand her Bell. Of thee dar'st thou detain me Offers to go in Friend Death how shou'd he know she 's here Aside Stay Sir this way our bus'ness lies Pulls him back Bell. I ask not thine but mine lies only this way Offers to go inâ— again Friend By Heav'n you shall not enter here Bell. I know thou lovest her And 't is with reason thou deny'st an entrance To one so much unworthy to approach her Friend Yes I do love her and dare own it too And will defend her from one so base and treacherous Bell. Who dares â—eny thy Reasons Friend Sh 'as made me take an Oath to fight with thee And every wound my lucky Sword shou'd make She bad me say was sent thee from her hate Bell. Oh I believe thee prethee tell on young man That I may dye without the aid of wounds Friend To break thy heart know then she loves another And has took back the Vows she made to thee And given 'em to a Man more worthy of ' em Bell. Alas I credit thee yet then by Heav'n she 's false And I will know why 't is she is thus perjur'd Offers to go Nay now nor Heav'n nor Hell shall hinder me Stand off or to the number I 'll add one sin more And make my passage to her through thy heart Friend And so you shall Sir They fight Bellmour disarms Friend and runs in Disarm'd by Heav'n you shall not so escape A Rage that is too just here to give o're The Scene changes to the inside of Friendloves Lodgings Enter Celinda as before met by Nurse Nur. Oh Madam here 's Mr. Bellmour he has wounded my young Master who deni'd him entrance and is come into the house and all in Rage demands his Wife Cel. Oh Heav'n demands his Wife is that sad Curse Added to all the rest does he then love her Enter Bellmour with two Swords Nur. Whether do you press Sir And what 's your business Bell. To see my Wife my Wife impertinence And must I meet with nought but opposition Pushes her roughly away Cel. Let him come in Nur. Marry he lets himself in I thank him Cel. What Man art thou thus cover'd o're with horror Bell. One sent from Hell to punish Perjury Where 's this perfidious Fair this blushless Maid That has by my example broke her Vows A President that Fiends wou'd shame to follow Cel. Who is' t you mean Sir Bell. A thing that has no name she is so bad One who so lately gave her self to me And now is flown into anothers Arms. One that attacks my life for the same sins Which she her self commits and thinks to live too Yet still she is my Wife whom I have injur'd Till when she was a Saint come lead me to her Tho' she be false as I yet I 'll forgive it Throws by the Swords Cel. Heav'ns he repents his Cruelty to her And never mentions me Ah then 't is time to die And that I may be sure of death Aside Well Sir I will conduct this happy Lady to you Bell. Gods happy whil'st I am wretched Ex. Cel. Oh what an Ague chills my shivering Limbs Turns my hot rage to softest love and shame Were I not here to dye here at her feet I wou'd not stand the shock of her Reproaches But yet she need not speak a look's sufficient To call up all my sins to my undoing She comes Oh Heav'n she comes Enter Celinda and Diana Like penitent Criminals thus with my Eyes declin'd I bow my head down for the last sad blow Stands bow'd Cel. Sir in obedience to your Commands I 've brought the Lady Dia. How the perfidious Bellmour The only object of my hate and scorn Bell. Say on my angry Deity Kneels Whil'st I thus trembling hear my fatal doom Like sinners conscious ne're to be forgiven I dare not lift my guilty Eyes towards Heaven Cel. Can I hear this and yet retain my life Dia. Had I but two days since beheld this Youth Thus prostrate at my feet I shou'd have thought My self more blest Than to have been the Deity he calls me Enter Friendlove Friend Defend me the Traytor here and at Diana's feet The fittest Altar for my Sacrifice Turn turn from what thou lovest and meet my justice Cel. Oh hold my dearest Brother Bellm. rises and turns about Bellm. Nay now I 'm ready for the welcom Sword Since my Celinda's false and cannot pardon Cel. Oh do not dye with that prophane opinion Celinda falâ—e or cannot pardon thee Dia. Stay generous Sir my pity has forgiven him Bell. Thou why who art thou Diana Dia. Yes that Diana Whom maugre all the Penitence thou shew'st Can scarce forgive the injuries thou 'st done her Bell. 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 Celinda's Friend He 's stark mad ÃŽ Aside Bell. But since she cannot pardon I can dye Offers to fall on his Sword Cel. Canst thou not credit me she pardons thee Live and enjoy Diana Turns her face from him Bell. What art thou who knowst her heart so well Art thou my Rival the blessed Youth to whom She has given her Vows live and enjoy Diana Yes yes thou art my Rival and I 'll kill thee Cel. Do whilst I meet thy Sword Opens her Arms Dia. stays him he lets fall his Sword and gazes Bell. Dull dull Adorer not to know my Saint Oh how have I prophan'd to what strange Idol Was that I kneel'd Mistaking it for a Divinity Cel. To your fair Wife Diana Bell. Oh cruel Maid Has Heav'n design'd me any but Celinda Dia. Maid bless me did I then love a Woman I am pleas'd thou shou'dst renounce me make it good And set me free from Fetters which I hate Bell. If all our Laws can do 't I will for here Ends all my claim To Cel. Friend Was this the Wife you did demand of me Bell. Yes I had no other Dia. Fair Maid forgive me all my shameful Passion And charge my fault upon your Beauty only Cel. Excellent Creature I shou'd sue for that Which my deceit will never make me hope Bell. And art thou true to Love and all thy Vows Whilst I to save my Fortune That only which cou'd make me merit thee Gave my unwilling hand to this fair Noble Maid Ah Friendlove when thou hearst my Story told Thou wilt forgive and pity me Dia. What was 't you said Sir Friendlove Friend Yes Madam I hope the name can make no diff'rence Or hate that still so you love the Man Dia. Tho' I 'm again defeated yet this last Proves least offensive nor