Amorous orontus, or, The love in fashion — Amour à la mode. English

Author: Corneille, Thomas, 1625-1709.1665

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Amorous ORONTUS: OR The Love in Fashion.

ACTUS I.

SCENA I.

ORONTUS, CLITON.

Orontus.

HAst done my Message?

Clinton.

Yes, Sir,

Orontus.

And convey'd

My Letter to the hands of the fair Maid?

Cliton.

To her own, Sir,

Orontus.

And she, I'le warrant paus'd

E're she would read the torments her eyes caus'd,

Would have return'd it coldly back,—and feign'd....

Cliton.

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Quite contrary,—Without being constrain'd;

Without demur's, or if's,—or And's,—or stops,

She read it thr'ough.

Orontus.

This was above my hopes!

'Tis more then my fond heart could dare believe;

And she scorns not, for ought I can perceive.

Cliton.

Cupid, with's keenest Shaft, her heart did hit,

And you have, this time, more Success then Wit.

Orontus.

'Bove expectation!

Cliton.

In what you design'd,

You have the Tyde both for you, and the Wind:

You sail in a smooth Sea, and may go far,

Unless some Rival-Pyrare prove a bar.

Orontus.

Thou know'st what Wracks my Vessel's subject to.

Cliton.

From all poor fears, here's that will secure you.

Orontus.

What is't?

Cliton.

Letter for letter, Favour for

Favour.

Orontus.

What hath she answer'd?

Cliton.

Yes, Sir,—or

[Page 3] I'me much mistaken,—for I long did stay,

Till this kind Paper brought me glad away.

Orontus.

Let's open't,—all my hopes I here shall see.

reads a line or two to himself.

I wrote in Verse, in Verse she answers me:

She's skil'd in all perfections the world knows.

Cliton.

Yes,—Ladies now can do't in Verse or Prose:

They handle any good—thing well of late;

So great perfection's in our Female state.

Orontus reads the Letter.

In barture of your Love, which you do prize so high

Orontus, you have dar'd presume to ask me mine;
Tho I sometimes admit of Love, indeed, yet I
Mean it shall cost me nought, else I should soon decline.

To give you heart for heart, such an exchange would be,
No merit ever durst aspire so high before:
You proffer homage here, 'cause you my worth do see:
And I your service own,—Why should you whyne for more?

I shall not value yours, at any higher rate.
Can it be justly thought, your Love should be more great;
Then let us cast accompt exact without deceit,
That neither be Trapand and after, cry,—a Cheat!

If those heart-renting sighs, which you do breathe so oft,
Do flatter you with hopes, I shall your Sute approve;
Believe me, when I say, my brest is not so soft;
Nor does a thousand sighs weigh one poor grain of Love.

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How-ever let us try,—put your sighs in one scale,

And in the other lay, the honour of my Chains,

Swear to abide the teste,—if my weights chance to fail,

I'le add my heart thereto, and ease you of your pains.

DOROTHEA.

Her Answer is as subtil as 'tis witty;
Such superficial arrogancy's pretty.
This charming pride of her affected stile,
Throws as strong Chains upon me, as her smile.

Cliton.

Your Song was shril, the Eccho answers loud.

Orontus.

Nor is it strange to me, that she seem's proud:

'Tis like to like, my Letter boasted mine;

And she in her's, makes her own Merits shine.

Cliton.

Strange, or not strange, y'are paid in your own Art.

Orontus.

It was the surest way to take my heart.

Presumption, in a Woman that begins.

To weild Love's Scepter, best her Subjects wins:

It speaks her pow'r and grandeur, puts her Worth

Upon it's Throne; sets all her Glories forth:

Teaching us, we must humbly wait below,

And e're a favour she on us bestow,

By fair degrees of service, we should strive

Unto some height of Merit to arrive.

So 'tis no fault; brave Spirits count it none;

Or else they find it a most pleasing one.

My humour's such, that as I had before

Priz'd my self much, I'de have her prize her more.

[Page 5] I like they should, in a slight fashion

Look coyly in Our new-born passion;

An shew us 'tis no easie task to win

The Fort, nor should One summons let us in:

Those that meet no resistance on one part,

Not bravely gain, but poorly begg a heart;

And she whose easiness takes up no shield,

Rather to pitty does, then merit yield.

I scorn so tame a purchase,—for in short

There most I love, where I have paid most for't.

All cheap Commodities I still dispise.

Cliton.

Strange Trader in these Love-commodities!

But Flora,—what of her?

Orontus.

She's ill attended,

Her froward humour hath her Raign soon ended.

Cliton.

And yet, Sir, you love to be roughly us'd?

Orontus.

Yes,—but provided I be not abus'd,

No Rival set above me;—Or if she

Seem scornful, let her scorn still noble be:

Let her reproach my want of worth or fame,

So to encrease, not quench the growing flame.

But Dorothea, though a while she may

Dissemble openly,—Her heart does say

In secret,—I do love:—Though she deny

It to the world; 'tis womens policy

To appear nice.—So though she'l not avow

Her heart submits, I'm sure she loves me now.

The title of invincible's laid down;

I measure her thoughts as I do my own.

Cliton.

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No doubt, you think so,—You have Faith good store,

And thanks to heav'n! one exc'lent Vertue more!

You stoop at all Game.

Orontus.

Cliton.

Yes, you,—pray be

Not Angry, for all this I know and see:

And is not this a Prize of great regard,

Part of One heart amongst a thousand shar'd?

Orontus.

Nay,—that's too many.

Cliton.

Reckon,—let me see.

Orontus.

Why, then i-faith, I've this day lov'd—but three—

And of those three, that thou may'st be disprov'd,

This being loveliest, Now—is only lov'd.

Cliton.

If so, Nay then her fortune's very fair:

But three,—and—

Orontus.

Peace!—I spy Erastes there

Cliton.

Something of moment leads him here apace.

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ACT. I. SCEN. II.

ORONTUS. ERASTES, CLITON.

Orontus.

FRiend, I read Joy upon your tell-tale face.

Erastes.

There's much more in my heart, I've got the day

Of a stern beauty; after much delay,

And fierce repulses, my most faithful flame

Will crown me with her happy Bridegrooms name.

Orontus.

What, have you lov'd and kept the fire so hid?

Erastes.

Discretion does discoveries forbid.

Orontus.

Yet, friendship somewhat claims.

Erastes.

'Tis very true,

It does, and warrants this address to you,

Whereby I shall this mystery unlock,

And give you the full knowledge, ere you knock

At my hearts closet.—Know, the Lady, then,

Whose love makes me the happiest of men:

This morning as a favour sent to me

A Letter,—which, although it dubiously

Does seem to speak,—Yet nothing less then Love

Could dictate it, or her quaint Pen thus move,

For she that writes in such a pleasant stile

Is yielding,—though she parley yet a while.

Orontus.

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So that your courtship shall it's ends acquire?

Erastes.

Let me obtain of you but one desire,

And it compleats my Wishes.

Orontus.

Sir, to doubt

My readiness would wrong me.

Erastes.

Hear me out.

This Embassie's un-answer'd yet,—and will

Without assistance be un-answer'd still:

'Tis writ in drolling Verse, and such a strain

As does surpass the reach of my weak brain.

Pray write it for me.

Orontus.

Sir,—my former care

In often serving you, shall make me spare

All complement:—I never could deny

To do a friend so slight a courtesy.

I'le do't, and try my skill in Poetrie.

Erastes.

This speaks you noble, and obliges me.

Adieu.

Exit.

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ACT. I. SCEN. III.

ORONTUS. CLITON.

Cliton.

A Fine request, i'faith I say.

Orontus.

Next this,—may I not hope himself, one day

Will come and court me, to make Love for him?

O, What a brave condition am I in!

Have I not reason confident to be

Of my own Sute, when such crave help of me

To write Epistles:—What thinkst thou of it?

Cliton.

Why, Sir, I think, if it be want of Wit

In him to ask, 'tis worse in you to do.

Orontus.

Thou speakest freely.

Cliton.

Shall I tell you true,

Now I perceive how wildly you engag'd

Your Talents for another, I'm enrag'd.

—When neer some Beauty, I oft hear you swear

Your heart's possess'd only by her,—though there

Are forty more, have more room there then she

Whom you court only for Varietie;

Meaning with Complement her Wit to prove,

Or rather shew your own Wit, in the Love

You do but feign for pastime.—Here, now I

Your Lies approve, cause for your self you lie.

This I'm content with.—But when there's no end

Except the feeble int'rest of a friend,

[Page 10] That you should lye for them!—as if before

You had not sins enough upon your score!

For to say truth, how can you know his heart

That never knew your Own?—Yet on his part

You'l write he loves,—are you sure this is truth?

May he not feign?—Yet you'l swear for this Youth.

Orontus.

I might have wav'd it very easily,

And any else had been deny'd;—But I

Knowing him Lucia's brother, One o'th' three

Whose almost equal Beauties tempted me:

And also knowing, he a neighbour dwels

Neer Dorothea, who somewhat excels

At present, 'cause most kind,—could not refuse

Him, whom sometimes as Brother, I may use,

Sometimes as Neighbour.

Cliton.

This was well fore-seen,

And a far off!

Orontus.

The dullest souls have been,

Sometimes most useful:—And 'twas this indeed

Made me so soon resolve to help his need.

—But,—whilst I talk, my Task I quite forget;

—Come,—let's examine how she does him treat.

Cliton.

Perhaps she jeeres him.

Orontus.

I dare swear't almost

Or if she sooths him 'twil be to his cost.

He opens the Letter Erastes left with him and reads.

[Page 11]In barture of your Love, which you do prize so high

Erastes you have dar'd presume to ask me mine;
Sometimes I may admit of Love indeed, yet I
Mean it shall cost me nought,—else I should soon decline.
To give you heart.....

He takes out his own Letter and confronts with this which Erastes left.

Have I took one for t'other?

Cliton.

Yes, sure,—for Twinns are not more like each other.

Orontus.

N'ere did my Opticks meet the like surprize;

'Tis word for word the same, if I have eyes.

—Nay,—having well examin'd,—Now I see

If mine's th' Original, this must Coppy be:

Both writ by the same hand i-faith....

Cliton.

And troth,

She finds one block doth fit the heads of both;

No matter though; Your Dorothea may

Dissemble,— well guess'd,—Yet her Heart does say

In secret, (as this plainly now does prove)

ORONTUS IS THE ONLY SPARK I LOVE.

The Pride of her affected Lines,—you know,—

Was the best snare to catch your Heart,—for though,

She seem'd to Drole with Love in a New style,

It was true Love did Dictate all the while.

O!—Might I laugh before my Master now?

Orontus.

Do, I'le not hinder—preethe laugh on—do,

[Page 12] Laugh loud,—I'le laugh my self,—and ne're be sad.

Cliton.

Off with your Vizard,—why, it makes me mad

For your sake;—And can you set this good face

On such ill luck! Curse her! for in this case,

Constraint will sorrow swell.—Oh! 'tis most rare;

Good lord, Sir,—how contented you still are!

A subtle Woer, Fox-like's full of Wyles:

But she is subt'ler far, that him beguiles.

No Wit to Womans,—Where you thought to take,

Your self's beguil'd.—This were enough to make

One hang himself,

Orontus.

'Tis somewhat odd,—and I

Confess a Punie, might sigh dolefully;

Then thump his breast, Void of experience;

Accuse his squinting Planets influence▪

But, I, who understand the ways of Love,

Such trivial chances never shall me move.

If ev'ry object please,—What loss is One?

I'm ne'r inslav'd, my heart still keeps it's own;

To give or take,—To gain or else to loose,

Prepar'd;—Then at the least Repulse I choose

A new;—Nay whatsoever I proclaim

To them, I still am Master of my flame.

Thus divers objects ev'ry day does bring

Fresh satisfaction to my Mind,—The thing

I solely aim at.—And let none explode

Me for't, tho it seem strange,—'Tis a la mode▪

Cliton.

Preserve this humour, you may need it still.

Orontus.

My crosses ne're sunk deeper, nor e're will.

If one prove false,—mothers Love is sure:

[Page 13] And I for every grief do find a eure,

Hence comes the gain t' have Mistresses in store.

Cliton.

Hylas, when living understood not more.

Orontus.

His Fancy, tho differ'd from mine, for I

Love where I'm lov'd without inconstancy:

But if their lightness make them in the end

Love change,—In troth,—I'm so much my own friend▪

I dare not harbour trouble in my breast;

But, without whyning, keep my heart at rest,

By filling up, the vacant place again,

With new Ones,—So 'tis all one, shine or Rain.

Cliton.

Your heart at this rate yields a good Rent, Sir,

Orontus.

It does,—Now Luce has half,—I've given't her:

And such as 'tis, there's many envy me.

Cliton.

But why divided; good Sir, let it be

Intirely hers,—Or give her no room there,

Least she neglect your flame too,—for I fear

This Madam Lucia, tho as yet she smile,

May like the other in the end beguile.

Orontus.

I have no cause to doubt this should prove so;

Lucia did still with judgment act, you know.

Her conduct's regular; she's Modest, Wise,

Above the fears of paltry jealousies.

I only find in her one grand default.

Cliton.

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What is't?

Orontus.

Why, she loves Me, more then she ought.

Cliton.

A grand default indeed!

Orontus.

'Tis I declare,

For Lovers quarrels ever Lovely are:

'Tis pleasing when the object we doe love

Seems to suspect our Vows, our faith to prove:

By this our int'rest is more fortify'd,

Love's born a new, when newly justify'd:

So that whatever Storms such doubts can breed,

The Calme's more sweet, when Pardon does succeed.

And then, fresh Favours meeting in the close,

Needs must th' accus'd gain, more then he can loose:

But where a Lovers Wishes glutted are,

No Peace is made, 'cause there was never War.

A dull and sated Lover, lives at's ease,

Serves but by habit, takes no thought to please;

Keeps the old Road,—but strives for nothing new,

'Tis ever—You love me, And I love you.

Who would not hate that gross and vulgar Trade?

Cliton.

Rare are the Observations you have made;

You study'd this Point well it does appear,

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ACT. I. SCEN. IV.

ORONTUS, FLORAME, CLITON.

Florame.

FRiend, I am happy thus to find you here,

I sought you all about,

Orontus.

What would Florame?

Florame.

Tell you the Secret of my Am'rous flame.

Orontus.

Some Love intrigue?

Floram̄e.

It is so,—I am now

Destin'd to Marriage by a Fathers Vow;

And though he found me irresolv'd to this,

In secret it by him concluded is.

The Party's Gallant,—of a Noble Strain;

But,—Oh! another in my Soul doth Raign.

And whatsoever obstacles arise,

My Heart's not mine, but while 'tis Lucia's prize.

Orontus.

Lucia's?

Florame.

Ther's reason why you should admire.

Cliton.

(aside.

Ther's my brave Gallant out o'th' Pan i'th Fire.

Florame.

The old contest which from her brother parts

[Page 16] My company, might well divide our hearts.

But all such slight impediments are vain,

T'oppose his Laws, who is sole Soveraign.

Love by his Tyranny subdues us still,

Summon we yeild; Obey, ask what he will:

Who as he list, tho blind and young, yet knows

When, and to whom our Hearts he will dispose.

Thus spite of int'rest, Love my hate dismist,

Nor can I longer Lucias charms resist:

Tho, to attain unto my wished End,

Time is my greatest hope, and surest friend.

Orontus.

That may alone her brothers hate subdue;

Time stranger things effects.

Florame.

It's very true,

I do expect that Miracle from it.

In the mean while, this Night the time is set

By Lucia's Maid, who at my Rendez-vous,

Upon a sign, let's me into their house:

Where, by her sweet converse, she'l bless my flame.

But, since the place suspicious is,—I came

To beg your company,—Say? shall I speed?

Orontus.

You shall,—I never fail'd a friend at need.

Florame.

At your own home I'le call.

Exit.

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ACT. I. SCEN. V.

ORONTUS. CLITON.

Cliton.

SHe's Modest, Wise,

Above the fears of petty jealousies:

Her Conduct's regular; and bating this

Grand fault, That she too much your Lover is;

She's exquisite in other Qualities.

Orontus.

Now you'l repeat twenty new fooleries,

Cliton.

None other ever her esteem could get.

Say, now, Sir, Does it make you stark Mad yet?

Orontus.

What?

Cliton.

So disguiz'd, Sir, will you ever be?

Y'are Mad, I say, Or else the Dev'l take me:

Not Mad, and lose two Loves both in one Day?

Orontus.

This only sets me a New Game to play:

And soon as e're Lucia or Doll, I see.

Cliton.

What you'l speak to'um.

Orontus.

Yes, infalliblie:

I long to meet'um,—Then will I set forth

My Passion to the height of Zeal and Worth:

First, shall my Sighs begin to charm their Ears▪

[Page 18] And if they fruitless prove,—I'le use my Tears:

Ten thousand Sobbs, next, shall them entertain;

Yet all this while, my Heart shall feel, no pain:

Last, Death I'le summon too, for my redress;

Yet, Joy to see another them possess.

Cliton.

Tho ever with you, y'are above my ken.

Orontus.

Patience a while, thou't know me fully then.

In th'interim, this place is not so ill,

But I know where to play my Rest on still.

Cliton.

And you think some will hear, and yet give ease?

Orontus.

Yes, Cliton, with much gladness, when I please.

Last night a certain Brown-Lass took my Eye,

And was the object of my Gallantry

For a long space, whilst we walk'd in the cool

Shade of St. James's, where so much a Fool

I was to proffer her my Diamond Ring:

My new Acquaintance soon accepts the thing:

Tho all, I from this Beauty could command

Then,—Was to wait her home, and kiss her Hand.

Cliton.

And you went in?

Orontus.

No,—she for reasons, then

Forbid,—but, bid me this day come agen.

It satisfy'd me, I her house did know;

Now she expects my Visit, and I'le go:

She might unkindly take it, should I miss.

Follow,—this Turning brings us where it is.

Cliton.

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E're you goe further, One word, good Sir, yet.

She's blithe?

Orontus.

Yes, wonderfull

Cliton.

And call'd?

Orontus.

Lyset.

Cliton.

March off, march off, your Visit's at an end.

Orontus.

Rascall.....

Cliton.

March off, I pray; None can pretend:

None has to do with her.

Orontus.

Why?

Cliton.

Sir, I know.

Orontus.

She promis'd me this day.....

Cliton.

'Twas craft, if so▪

Orontus.

You know her well, then?

Cliton.

Yes, too well for me,

She is my Mistriss, Sir, she is my Shee.

Orontus.

She has a Lady's Dress, and Garb.

Cliton.

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T' my sorrow

Her pride confounds all I can beg, steal, borrow;

And having found my Purse now ebb'd too low,

To serve a Lady, she this day did go.

Orontus.

What Lady?

Cliton.

This night, Sir, she will me tell.

Mean time,—changing your Course you would do well:

For if your hopes are all on Lyset plac't,

Indeed 'twill prove, labour in vain, at last.

Your heart being vacant, therefore, you may hire

It out agen, to she, shall first inquire.

Orontus.

Spite of the fatal shock, thy news does bring,

Soon shalt thou see't, well furnished agin.

Cliton.

A thousand new Ones, may solicite-yee,

But who believs't not, shall not damned be.

Pray vaunt not▪ though, your great skill any more;

This morn, you had three Mistrisses in store;

The [...] seem'd engros'd by you alone;

A [...] all are gone!

[...]

Orontus.

[...] Judgment on appearance give.

Cliton.

Sir, you do well, yet upon hopes to live:

Troubles are light to those thereon can feed.

Orontus.

'Twere ill done to reject hope in my need,

[Page 21] Since to regain the two first,—happily,

Suspicion does combine with Jealousy:

And to bring Lyset to my Lure,—This Spell

Of Gold and sparkling Jewels promise well.

These oft work Wonders, more then you expect.

—But—stay,— Eraste's Letter I neglect.

I must go home and Write.—Come.

Cliton.

Now I say,

If I know ought, you'l vanquish every way.

Orontus.

Let Time work out my Ends,—swear not at all;

Expect the Issue, 'Tis the End Crowns all.

The End of the First ACT.

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ACTƲS II.

SCENA I.

FLORAME, LUCIA, LYCAS.

Florame.

MEet my respects with so severe an Eye?

Lucia.

To you Florame, 'tis due severitye.

Florame.

When will you treat with more compassion?

Lucia.

When you cease off'ring me, what's not your own.

Florame.

My Love-sick-Heart gains little, all this while.

Lucia.

I'le not enrich my self with others spoil.

Florame.

How shamefully you do my Faith suspect.

Lucia.

Inconstant men, no better can expect.

Florame.

What, have I dar'd some other Face adore?

Lucia.

It is not fit that I should tell you more.

[Page 23] Tho indiscreet our Sex esteemed be,

Florame, I promised strict secresie.

Florame.

Some person near you does me an ill turn,

But all is vain against me,—still I burn

For you, Dear Lucia, Heaven's my Witness, I,....

Lucia.

When I require, your self then justifie.

Pray leave me now, for many eyes do see

Us here, and that may much discredit me.

More talk at present in this place may prove

Loss to my Honour, No gain to your Love.

Florame.

This coyness quells my Joy's, and makes me griever.

Yet I obey,—but, What must I believe?

Lucia.

That I not cruel am, but still preserve

As much esteem for you, as you deserve.

Florame.

To this esteem add but some Love withall.

Lucia.

Pretend to others right were criminall;

I told you that before.

Florame.

Would you speak clear......

Lucia.

I do believe this may obscure appear:

But if your soul herein it's troubles find,

Consult but Dorothea t' ease your mind,

She knows the Mistery,—Adieu.

Exit.

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ACT. II. SCEN. II.

FLORAME, LYCAS.

Florame.

ALl's lost!

Whence knows she this intended Match, that crost

My will so much, tho by a Father press'd?

Lycas.

Is ought so secret, it may not be guess'd?

It may be Dorothea brags through pride.

Florame.

No, she the issue dreads too, on her side:

For if the troubles on her face speak true,

Not Love, but duty makes her yield thereto.

Lycas.

What are your hopes, Sir, then?

Florame.

Love still, and dye,

Rather then Change shall stain my constancy.

My mournful Story yet may Lucia move.

Lycas.

True,—But—Where can you meet to tell your love,

And not be spy'd? Her Brother and you are

At enmity, so that must be a bar

To keep you from the house; And should you meet,

Guided by Love, at Church, or in the Street,

The many Witnesses at th'interview,

Would scarce oblige her to hear all from you,

Florame.

All this I know, too well, and 'tis my grief:

[Page 25] Nor is it thus, I do expect relief.

Who can presume, since this Denial, she

Would openly give willing ear to me.

But, with great Presents, I her woman late

Have brib'd, who now is my confederate,

And this night, th'rough a back door brings me, where

I'le hast my Triumph, or my Doom to hear.

There in my Transports, at her feet, I'le lye,

And beg her Sentence, Or to live, or dye

So this night Love, or Hate shall me befriend,

If Love, it ends my griefs; Hate—life shall end.

Lucia.

But,—should your two hearts joyn to one intent,

How can you hope Erastes shall consent?

Florame.

Those petty Quarrels, haste does oft engage

Us in,—are best made up by Marriage.

Lycas, if I could bring it but so neer?

Lycas.

But—then again......

Florame.

Thou But'st it every where.

Allow some hopes, at least, with all thy talk.

Stay,—Who leads yonder Lady down this Walk?

It's Dorothea! Gods! let's steal aside.

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ACT. II. SCEN. III.

DOROTHEA, LYSET.

Dorothea.

THis pleasant Walk shew's Nature in her Pride.

Lyset.

About this time the Gentry use t' appear.

Dorothea.

This is their Rendez-vous, they all flock here;

Especially those Gallants, who each night

In telling their Amours take great delight▪

Which is to say, Lyset, so many Lies.

Lyset.

Indeed, I think, th' are most but Rallaries,

Dorothea.

True,—Here they come, and their Love-tales relate;

And I, like others, come to hear'um prate:

But,—So deceitful th'are, 'tis Loves disease!

Yet we must quit the World, or strive to please.

For Beauty a sad Ornament would prove,

Did it not others charm, and gain their love.

The sweetest Features which a face adorn

Without this quality, lives but forlorn:

Like hidden Treasures, they for nothing serve,

While Miser-like, the rich, they pine and sterve.

I have my Method, and I like it well,

I study to please all, if possible;

Endeavour by all means so fair to be

That they may like me well, and tell it me.

Those prccious quality's I little prize,

Whose hidden Luster dazles not all Eyes.

[Page 27] Not, that I am so easie to be wonn;

Whyning ne're moves me to soft passion.

Affected sadness is a fruitless art;

Their sighs do much more cool, then warm my heart

My Courage, Prompted by our Sexes Pride,

Makes me maintain th' advantage on Our side

By my imperious carriage, and some Scorn;

For knowing We to give men Laws were born,

I make those feel the weight that wear my Chain▪

Imposing on them, as their Soveraign.

Or if their griefs I flatter,—I neer stoop,

But make them court long for a little Hope;

And that's the grand reward they gain at last,

For all their Passion, and their Service past.

Lyset.

Strange kind of Method this must surely prove?

Dorothea

'Tis now in use, and as we ought to Love.

If we bend ne're so little we expose

Our hearts to the proud Triumph of our Foes.

A flatter'd Lover swell'd with Victory,

Blots all Submission out of Memory:

To keep him still our slave, he must be crost,

And frown'd upon,—These Fetters off, he's lost!

Lyset.

And with such Empire you rest satisfy'd?

Dorothea.

I shall confess,—what yet some shame would hide.

But since one day gains thee so much good will,

Hear all discreetly,—but be secret still.

Lyset.

If one day be too short my Faith to try,

[Page 28] More time shall make good my fidelity,

And show your secrets safe with me remain.

Dorothea.

Then know—That men are now become so vain,

That for this Month,—nay more I might have said,

Hardly three Lovers have me Homage paid.

Of these, The one wooes me to be his Wife;

Which I so fear, it makes me hate my life;

My Father for Florame, consent would get;

The man I prize for wealth, for Meen, for Wit:

But whatsoever Plea's Hymen can bring,

I dread that Slave, that should become my King!

Next,—ther's Erastes a brave Gallant, whom I

Think for a need, for constancy would dye.

But,—he so out of Mode and Courtship is,

He may compare with any Amadis.

'Tis true,—since that, Orontu's late defeat

Makes his low Triumph up, he's so compleat.

Lyset.

That Blade your servant?

Dorothea.

Is he known to thee?

Lyset.

I've heard him prais'd.

Dorothea.

O! how he pleases me!

An Air so noble, Garb so full of state;

So gay a Humour, ne're importunate.

His Voyce so charming, his Converse so rare,

Speaking so well, yet Writing better far.

His glory all to his own Vertue owes,

Knows his great Worth, not proud of what he knows.

Somewhat for him I feel,—more then I'le tell,

And would he still sigh for me it were well.

[Page 29] Although I dearly love to keep my heart,

I might at length resolve with it to part.

From whence, judge what condition I am in.

Lyset.

shewing the two Letters.

One of these Tickets, came not then from him?

Since you neglect to read it all this while.

Dorothea.

Give me'um, Lyset, and prepare to smile.

(Which just deliver'd as from home I came

I had not time till now to read the same.)

And though Orontus is concern'd i'th' jest,

It well deserves our laughter, I protest.

He and Eraste's here send their Loves;—And troth

'Tis the same Letter they do Answer both.

Lyset.

How?

Dorothea.

'Tis an accident may breed delight.

This morning I did to Orontus Write;

When finding it would fit the other,—straight

(Glad to oblige him at so cheap a rate.)

I did Transcribe it, without more ado,

And so dispatch'd him with that Coppy too.

What Answer, now, his slender Wit does give

I long to read.

She breaks open Eraste's Letter.

Ha! Verses, as I live!

I knew not he could Rhime.

Lyset.

Some end's of Playes.

Or Leaves dropt from old Poets wither'd Bayes.

[Page 30] Wherewith each youngster now does Deck his head;

To be on all occasions furnished.

Dorothea.

(reads.

‘Transparant Beauty, whose most open Heart!’

That's such a conjuring Phrase it makes me start!

‘Your Soul unto the bottom makes me see.’

'Tis well begun,—Ridiculous Poetrie.

But leave that there,—The other I'le peruse;

Orontus, Answers with a smoother Muse,

And I dare wager, e're I look there-on

Each Line will claim our Admiration.

How different from that his style will be?

Lyset.

How well this thought of his Transparancy?

Dorothea.

reads Orontus Letter.

Transparent Beauty.

Lyset.

Then 'tis good and new,

If wise Orontus use Transparant too.

Dorothea.

(reads.

Whose open heart▪

Ha! what have I got here!

This speaks the same!

Lyset.

I think 'twill so appear.

Dorothea.

No matter, I'le see all; let us compare;

[Page 31] Read you Eraste's, this will shew what they are.

Lyset.

reads the Letter.

TRansparent Beauty, whose most open heart
The bottom of your Soul does make me see,
Now I confess, of me you have the start,
Since in your breast my Heart lives doubtfullie.

I thought it should have found it's Palace there,
Where you did mean to treat it as your King;
But I have mourn'd, sob'd, sigh'd, dropt many a Tear,
And still have languish'd without profiting.

Yet will I not account at all with you,
What you propound will be but to your shame:
Should you for ev'ry sigh, and show'r that's due,
Stand debtor, it the Reck'ning would inflame.

My dolefull Sighs do ever make you smile.
Tho like a Tempest in my breast they throng:
Your Heart my weights disdains; take heed the while,
Light as they are, th' out-weigh not yours e're long.

Dorothea.

This was design'd,—it does appear, too plain;

And 'tis Orontus only laid this Train.

Erastes is too dull.

Lyset.

I'm of that mind:

But, now what difference of style d'ye find?

Dorothea.

Well, this same day without much more ado [...]—

But, Gods!—My Fathers here!

Lyset.

Orontus too,

With him.

Dorothea.

[Page 32]

He knows thee not,—then preethe stay,

Whilst I aloof watch till he goes away;

Then when the old man going hence you see,

Speak to Orontus, that he stay for me.

Lyset.

pulling her Hood over her face.

She leaves me here a pretty Part to Act.

ACT. II. SCEN. IV.

ARGANTE, ORONTUS. LYSET.

Argante.

IN fine, I've pass'd my word for the Contract▪

With Dorothea; and by Hymen she

Must to anothers Will subjected be.

In th' interim, it seems, you love her well,

And near my House oft stand as Sentinel:

A neighbour notes it, and does seem to scoff

At your vain Love,—Pray therefore break short off.

The honour had been mine, if you, dear friend.

My son had prov'd; but now, you can't pretend.

Orontus.

If by your house I ev'ry day appear,

A hundred others I oft speak wit [...]ere

Of Love, and they are no mean Beauties, too.

But to explain.....

Argante.

I know they talk how you

Love Lucia still, our neighbour; but since we

So tender of our Credit ought to be,

[Page 33] Pray do not force me, Sir, against my choice▪

By such deportment to make further noise.

Only forbearing eight days to appear,

Would stifle all the Whispers you bred here.

Adieu,—Pray study to give this content.

Exit.

Orontus.

A fair Remonstrance, and to good intent.

How many Visions, does that age attend?

ACT II. SCEN. V.

ORONTUS, LYSET.

Lyset.

SSst Ss ^st...

My Cavalier, turn this way friend.

Orontus.

Who calls me?

Lyset.

Sir, 'tis I,—do you not see?

Orontus.

An Envious Cloud eclipses you from me.

This Hood to me, does a strange torment prove;

Should we Act thus? We, who each other Love?

Lyset.

A pretty Complement, and shows much wit;

We Love each other then?

Orontus.

No doubt of it.

Lyset.

Well, I believ't for once,—since you say so,—

And sure our equal Merits bred it;—Tho—

Till now I ignorant hereof did live.

Orontus.

Nay I my self this scarcely yet perceive.

But Love's Almighty Power, as 'tis said,

[Page 34] E're we can think on't, does our hearts invade.

And grant this Maxime true, you must allow't,

We may each other Love, Yet hardly know't.

Lyset.

You never want a paint to make all fair:

But e're this time I knew, Sir, what you were;

And how your best Affection most times is

Subject to caution;—But to clear all this,

Am I deceiv'd?

She turns up her Hood.

Orontus.

Is't thou? ah! sweet Surprize!

Lyset, how Heav'n does this day bless my Eyes!

To meet thee I esteem such bliss,—that—

Lyset.

.....soft.

I know what fuel heats your breast too oft:

Hear but my hasty Message, e're you stir?

Orontus.

A Message, and from whom?

Lyset.

Your Mistris [...] ▪ Sir.

Orontus.

'Tis then from thee▪

Lyset.

That's good,—but I must tell

How Dorothea.—

Orontus.

O, I know't full well.

Lyset.

Permit.—

Orontus.

No, no, your cause of plaint I see,

You think her Beauty only Captives me;

[Page 35] But n're all-arm thy self, nor credit it.

I value less her Beauty, then her Wit.

Her counterfeited Graces less then these,

Whilst thou art worth fifty such Dorothoe's.

Lyset.

You think to jeer me thus,—but really,

I'm worth another, that's less worth then I

Orontus.

Thy Eyes have gain'd such pow'r on me this day,

That—

Lyset.

I believe, yet more then you would say.

And will not now dissemble, you shall see't.

For tho some Features here may seem less sweet:

Yet, hath my face enough to breed delight,

And more inclines to tempt, then to affright.

This Air, nor Port is like a Common Clown:

And I'm like some body, when my Hood's down.

Look!

She spies Cliton coming and pulls her Hood over her Face.

Orontus.

Thy gay humour makes thy Face more fair.

ACT. II. SCEN. VI.

ORONTUS, LYSET, CLITON.

Cliton.

(aside.

IS't not my Master with my Gossip there?

Lyset.

(aside.

What will he say, if Cliton know 'tis I?

Cliton.

[Page 34]

(aside.

He shall let go his Prize, or tell me why.

To Orontus.

Quick, Sir, Quick, Quick,—lord, I am out of breath.

Orontus.

What ailst?

Cliton.

Sir, they are gone into the field of death.

Orontus.

Who?

Cliton.

They will fight unless your succour come.

Orontus.

What are they?

Cliton.

Florame and Erast.—

Orontus.

I run.

A Moment brings me back.

Cliton, to Lyset.

—Gipsey! must you,

Because new cloath'd, play with these Feathers too?

He points to Orontus.

Orontus.

Come, Cliton, come, their steps let's follow.

Cliton.

—Sir,

One is enough.—

Orontus.

Come!

Cliton.

Not I,—I'le not stir.

Should we be forc'd to draw.

Orontus.

Rogue,—must I drive?

Cliton, to Lyset.

[Page 35]

You scape it fair, I'le teach you how to live.

Exit ambo.

Lyset.

His anger he will hardly long refrain.

But,—Wher's my Mistriss, she comes not again?

I'le seek her out, and know what stops her there.

Exit.

ACT. II. SCEN. VII.

Dorothea.

Enters from the other side of the Theater, her Hood down.

NEither Orontns nor Lyset appear?

What strange capricious Fate guides me this day?

A Father frights me hence,—Who, when away,

By some mistake, I cannot apprehend.

Orontus, he, vouchsafes not to attend.

—But he returns.

ACT. II. SCEN. VIII.
ORONTUS. DOROTHEA, CLITON.

Orontus.

RAscal, if e're again.

Cliton.

But, Sir, if Lucia.—

Orontus.

But's, and if's, are vain.

Cliton.

[Page 39]

What then? could I think that you could devine

She'd this night see y' at Window,—by a sign?

And if I had not thus all-arm'd you, what—

Orontus

And why not stay?

Cliton.

So I might have forgot:

You know my Memory's short, and will forgive.

Orontus.

Peace!,—stay you there.

Cliton.

(aside.

May I these eyes believe?

The Slut yet waits him? shall I suffer all!

Orontus, to Dorothea.

Excuse that heat, which you blind Zeal might call.

The Allarm was false,—And I return once more

To swear I dye for you,—whom I adore,

To tell you Dorothea needs must be

An object of disdain, whilst I know Thee:

For she's so dull a Beauty, I scarce come

Into her sight, but I am like to swoon.

Cliton.

(aside.

The devil a word before me, she can find!

Orontus.

This severe silence shews you too unkind:

And without much more cruelty beside,

You cannot still your Beauteous Face thus hide.

Should my weak eyes grow dazled with the light,

I must.—

She lifts up her Hood.

Dorothea.

Take heed you faint not at the sight!

Orontus.

[Page 38]

Madam, is't you?

Dorothea.

Became your Hate you sed.

Cliton.

Ha!—Ha!—Why, Lyset's Metamorphosed!

Orontus.

Heav'n knows.—

Dorothea.

It knows, but what it ought to know;

I see, but what I thought to see;—And so

You now appear, but what you should appear,

A gross Deceiver, such I find you here.

This at your birth, your Sex by oath, doth seal.

Orontus.

I from your Judgment justly might appeal:

But if sometimes, th' effects belie our hearts;

Frequenting much your Schools we learn those arts.

Dorothea.

Should I relate; or weigh your lightness well.

Orontus.

Perhaps, some truth's we might each other tell:

But I'le ne're mind what anger now brings forth:

You know what such a man as I am worth,

Speak not of hate, nor lightness,—wave self-ends;

Let's quit each other, and become good friends.

Dorothea.

Shall I forget so soon your late affront?

Orontus.

You run the hazard else, to lose more on't.

Should you refuse 't agree,—I'le tell thee plain,

It would be hard to wooe me back again.

Dorothea.

'Twere fit, indeed, that I should satisfy.

Orontus.

When I do proffer Peace thus handsomely.

Dorothea.

[Page 38]

My anger justly does revenge pursue.

Orontus.

I have some reason to complain of you.

Dorothea.

Yes, witness what your late Discourse did say.

Orontus.

And witness also what you Wrote to day.

Dorothea.

You thought to Court another to my shame.

Orontus.

You, with your double Letter mock'd my flame.

Dorothea.

Do not object, that harmless Plot, whereby

I of your weakness made discovery:

Believing that betwixt Erast and you,

Nothing was hid; I try'd and found it true:

Whose vanity, and poor injustice did

Bring that to light, which else, had yet lyen hid.

Orontus.

And I, ev'n now, did rude disdain express,

Not but I knew to whom I made address:

But purposely dissembling, lay at watch,

To shew you oft Deceivers meet their match:

And that if you the Trappan did intend,

I would be sure to fit you in the end.

Dorothea.

Th' Excuse is cold enough.

Orontus.

Examine yours.

Dorothea.

But your late carriage your great Crime assures.

Which Lovers Laws call Treason 'gainst their State;

So that your guilt deserves no more debate.

To satisfie my Honour 't shall suffice,

I banish you both from my Heart and Eyes;

And yet am milder then those Laws were meant.

Orontus.

[Page 41]

We shall resolve upon this banishment.

—But,—by so great a Subjects loss we may

Foretell, your Empire quickly will decay.

Dorothea.

I'le rais't agen, take you no care for us.

Orontus.

'Tis but your interest makes me speak thus.

In fine, I love you, and have no desire

But to obey your will, till I expire.

Dorothea.

Who shall secure this?

Orontus.

You, if you will hear.

Dorothea.

Let's know then wherefore you so scornful were?

Orontus.

Our Innocence is ne're so manifest

As—

Dorothea.

This night, at my house, I'le hear the rest:

And to confirm your fair intents,—expect

Your due submission joyn'd with true respect.

Exit.

Adieu.

Orontus.

This strange retreat does much surprize,

Cliton.

Upon the point to yield, away she flies:

Believing it were better stay till night.

—But,—I begin to find what caus'd her flight;

Eraste's coming hither, drove her hence.

[Page 42]

ACT. II. SCEN. IX.

ORONTUS, ERASTES, CLITON.

Erastes, to Orontus.

FRiend, may I speak to you with confidence?

Orontus.

You know me.

Erastes.

I have partly likewise known

Florame is late a secret Lover grown:

And I, for weighty reasons, fain would come

To find the object of his Martyrdome.

Now, since to watch him still, might trouble breed,

Do not refuse assistance at my need.

He haunts, and Loves you, and can never hide

That long from you, which is his joy and pride:

Pray, in my favour, seek to dive into't.

Orontus.

I'le go, just now, and try if I can do't.

Erastes.

Adieu,—I'le leave you then.

Exit.

ACT II. SCEN. X.

ORONTUS. CLITON.

Cliton.

IS't your Will, Sir,

He know, Florame's Lucia's Idolater?

Orontus.

No,—but to meet Florame,—fright him,—and say

Her Brother knows, he burns for Lucia.

—This night,—thou say'st, Fair Lucia does expect

My coming; Now, if she through fear, suspect

[Page 43] Erastes watches him,—Keeping away,

I shall have freedom what I please to say.

Cliton.

But t'other Rendez-vous,—How goes that on?

For Dorothea looks.—

Orontus.

Let me alone

And, Cliton, thou shalt find things order'd so,

Had I a hundred,—I through all would go.

Exeunt.

The End of the Second ACT.

ACTUS III.

SCENA I.

ORONTUS, CLITON.

Orontus.

NOt one word now,—What Melancholly's this

Lock's up thy folly, which so pleasing is?

I here thee sigh, and oft bemoan thee, too.

Cliton.

Ah! Sir,—why am I not content like you?

Orontus.

Truly,—being freed from waiting on Florame,

Who dares not go, where summon'd by his flame?

I'm very well content, my Fortune's such.

Cliton.

I wish that I could likewise say as much.

[Page 44] But,—a strange Malady does me attaque.

Orontus.

What is't?

Cliton.

My honour's Hypocondriaque.

And this so much the more torments my heart,

'Cause few to Cure our Honour have the Art.

Orontus.

That I believe;—But say, Where didst it get?

Art angry, 'cause thou see'st me serve Lyset?

Cliton.

Not because you serve her, I'le tell yee true;

But I'm displeas'd more, because she serves you.

Orontus.

Fool, dost not thou, thy own advantage see?

Whilst she receiveth homage thus from me,

Her Merits in an higher Orb do move,

My Passion more enobling thy mean Love.

Cliton.

That's it,—I fear,—least by your courtship—I—

Receive my Patent of Nobility!

I've no ambition for it;—I confess,—

I should do well without such Nobleness.

Orontus.

So great a Favour, you but ill repay.

Cliton.

You do for me, much more, then I do pray.

Orontus.

Go, never grieve thy self, e're a Week's spent,

Perhaps, I may leave her, to thy content:

That time may Wonders work, to satiate Me,

And then I'le prove no obstacle to Thee,

Cliton.

Mean while,—t' oblige me, till that happy day

You will my Sove Enoble, Sir, you say.

I shall be much engag'd.

Orontus.

[Page 45]

More then I'le tell.

Cliton,

The favour will deserve the Chronicle.

Orontus.

Cliton, I'le tell thee, without Raillery,

Lyset has Charms would tempt the chastest Eye;

Whose Beauty I above all else prefer,

She having all, a heart can wish, in her:

So that believe me, I deal modestlie,

To borrow her, only eight days of Thee.

Cliton.

Since you such treasures find there, if you will

But give me double wages, keep her still.

As well, I'm quite disgusted with her now:

And you have puff'd her so with Pride,—I vow

Out of meer Scorn, the Baggage, when I came,

Forgot, or would not tell, her Mistriss name▪

Orontus.

Villain, how dar'st thou so prophane to be,

As to mis-name who's Worshipped by me?

Cliton.

Pardon me Sir;—But though such honour's due

To this new Saint, thus fam'd for—blessing you.

And though at such a height she now doth stand,

I must not speak, but with my Cap in hand:

—If in some House alone, we chance to meet,

Or Fortune lead me to her in the street,

May, I not then—with all humility,

And those respects due to her quality,

As a return of thanks, for what I hear,

Give her in Love, one or two Cuffs oth' Ear?

Orontus.

Consult with Reason, then—what that says, chuse.

—But, here's the place of my two Rendez-vous.

And, if I am not much deceiv'd,—See there!

Lucia does at her Windore now appear.

Oh! how she pleases me!

Cliton.

[Page 47]

But— Lyset more?

Orontus.

Not for the present.

Cliton.

Wondring I'le give o're!

Why—butfair Dorothea?

Orontus.

Less then she.

Cliton.

Then cannot I guess, what your heart can be.

Just now.—

Orontus.

'Tis thus,—I love for Recreation,

And seldom feed on bare Imagination.

The greatest Beauty, be it ne're so bright,

Tempts me no more, as soon as out of sight;

A thousand lovely Charms, may wound me,—when,

In thirty paces all is heal'd agen.

The present Beauty, tho inferiour far,

Makes me forget the Sun, t' adore a Star:

And since what ever object does me move,

Is lov'd by me, only out of self-love;

It leaves my heart to all Impressions free,

And she still fairest seem's, whom last I see.

Cliton.

Then Lyset ceasing in your Eve t' appear?

Orontus.

The next I meet,—will please me more—I'le swear.

But I must go, and with an Am'rous Tone,

Tell Lucia that my heart loves her alone.

Cliton.

But whilst you tune your Tongue to speak her fair,

Do you remember that you Jealous were?

Orontus.

Thou mak'st me timely recollect my part.

I' [...]o shape my speech with a Complainants art.

[Page 46]

ACT. III. SCEN. II.

ORONTUS, LUCIA, CLITON.

Orontns.

calling up to Lucia at the Windore.

ARe you there Madam?

Lucia.

Is't Orontus?

Orontus.

—I.

Who should reproach your Infidelity,

Did I not think you were so just withal

Net to condemn, were I not criminal.

Lucia.

Orontus, this Allarm, shows very ill.

Can I betray you?—I not love you still?

Orontus.

Oh! do not think that I shall dare complain:

My Tongue shall with respect its griefs refrain!

And though, that must encrease my suff'rings too,

Yet they are welcome, 'cause they come from you.

I glory'd to possess your Heart;—but then

Not being worthy,—you resume't agen.

Now from your Mouth the Sentence I would hear,

And sacrifice what I do hold most dear.

Happy,—if ill Success no crime you deem,

And ▪tho I lose your Love, keep your Esteem

Lucia.

What killing Accents do your Lips express!

Raving of Crimes, and of Unhappiness!

Oh! do not hold me longer in suspence;

But pray, unfold this Riddles dubious sence.

And that your Moans, may Cause or Colour shew,

Declare this guilt, and this Misfortune too.

Orontus.

[Page 48]

A Rival's entertain'd in secret, Lo

That's my Mis-hap,—my Crime I do not know

Yet I must say,—since you love him, and hate

Me,—I'm as Guilty as Unfortunate:

For to suspect you of injustice, I

So hainous hold, I should deserve to dye.

Oh! lay the cause, then, of your Change on me

Which must bejust, tho I no reason see.

Lucia.

This strange Reproach puts me into a maze.—

Orontus.

Ah! why should Misery meet such delays!

Torments are but encreas'd, that are defer'd.

Say, then, a Nobler Rival is prefer'd;

That my Defects adds glory to his name,

That his bright Lustre, dimm's my dying flame.

That to inform me of this choice, you here

For the last time summon me to appear:

While, afterwards, to end this Amorus strife,

In absence, I must linger out my life.

'Tis too severe, will Love-sick Judges say,

Yet, tho I perish Lucia, I'le obey:

With so much care, that my sad presence sha

Ne're mind you of your first-faith's Funeral

To Cliton, aside.

Did I Act well my Part?

Cliton.

Rarely, indeed!

You'd make a quaint Comedian for a need.

Lucia.

This Story so confounds me, to say true,

I scarce have Reason left to answer you.

Nor can I plead my Faith to justify,

Which you accuse, but nothing specify:

[Page 49] —Yet, if I freely may declare my sence,

Your grief Orontus speaks such Eloquence

That I believe it less;—how e're it hit,

A Real grief, then wantonness of Wit.

A Lover, who with real sorrow's strook,

Uses no Rhet'rique but a Dying Look.

Waves all fine words, No Advocate will Fee,

Only deep Sighs whispers his Miserie.

Yet, if you know, I thus ungrateful prove,

Name me this Rival that usurps your love?

Leave nothing to Evince my breach of Faith:

Declare what Favours he received hath.

Orontus.

Those bosome Secrets, long may keep at home

If they must be conceal'd till Florame come.

Who, though he fondly hugg his passion,

This night will fail your assignation.

Some Remora, unlookt for, keeps him hence;

To morrow, you may know the consequence.

Lucia.

So, so, 'tis this begets your Jealousie,

Florame was this night to have met with me?

Orontus.

He's ravisht with the Joy he feels within!

Lucia.

You heard this from himself,—no doubt?

Orontus.

—From him:

But, ah!—how far would your blind Rigour go?

Must I have seen your Heart yield to my Foe?

Was't not enough to satiate him with bliss;

But to Damn me, too, I must witness this?

Lucia.

Since your Suspicions have no Wyles refus'd.

You little merit to be disabus'd.

And any other, after so great wrong.—

[Page 50] (Softly.

But—stay—I see a Man sure come along,

I'le change my Note, for 'tis my Brother's come.

(aloud, to Orontus.

My Brother is not here, Sir, he's from home.

Nor do I know exactly, to say right

At what time he's us'd to return at Night.

'Tis often late,—Wherever he does go.

Adieu.

She shuts the Windore.

Orontus.

What Counter-talk?

Cliton.

'Tis pleasant—tho.

Orontus.

The more I study, less I apprehend.

Cliton.

Y'are crafty,—yet still over-reach't i'th' end.

They find you but dissemble—and so forth.

And here they plant ye, just for what y'are worth.

Orontus.

Peace! here comes one.

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ACT. III. SCEN. III.

ORONTUS, FLORAME, CLITON.

Cliton.

WHo's there.

Florame.

— Orontus's Friend

Florame.

Orontus.

The worse for me, ill luck's attend.

What make you here,—had we not late agreed

That—

Florame.

'Tis but Curiosity, indeed.

A certain Fancy guided me this way,

Without design to speak with Lucia.

—But,—sure, I heard some one bid you adieu.

Orontus.

Yes.

Florame.

What design makes me, here meet with you

Thus late.

Orontus.

My great desire to meet Eraste

And ease your Mind, transported me with haste,

Being confident, how e're he doubts your Love,

A little talk, would all his Fears remove.

But this my diligence is fruitless grown,

His Sister telling me, hee's still in Town.

Florame.

Do not deny I Love,—ther's ways enough,

Orontus.

What?

Florame.

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I am thinking.

Orontus, to Cliton aside.

Cliton, there's it now!

Lucia Loves Florame, and t'avoid being caught

She spying him, feign'd, I her Brother sought.

Inconstant Sex,—Who can rely on such?

Cliton.

The best of them, indeed, are not worth much.

Florame.

To fix his thought's some other way,—I'le chuse

Rather fair Dorothea's Name to use▪

Tell him, 'tis Love ofher feeds my desire.

Orontus.

What can that do?

Florame.

Much, if he should inquire.

He may discover, how I ought to Wed—

Orontus.

—Her,—is't She's destin'd to your Nuptial Bed?

Florame.

The same.—Now judge, if this be not the way.

Orontus.

Friend, they from Lucia's can hear all we say:

Let's go from hence, I'le speak my Mind elsewhere.

Cliton, to Orontns apart.

You'l miss your second Rendez-vous—I fear,

Think on it, Sir.

Orontus.

Take you no care thereof,

E're I go twenty steps, I'le shake him off.

Exeunt.

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ACT III. SCEN. IV.

DOROTHEA, LYSET.

Dorothea.

THis must discover,—be he false, or true.

But,—how—he stay's

Lyset.

The Door stands open too,

And from above, the Light will guide his Eye.

Do you believe hee'l come, or else pass by?

Dorothea.

If he want Innocence to plead his Cause,

He may—

Lyset.

If Mute, then hee's condemn'd by th' Laws.

H'as too much Wit to want's Apologie.

Dorothea.

What said he, Lyset,—When he talk't with thee?

Lyset.

For you he languisht, and for you did look:

And, I believe he wilfully mistook.

What do you think?

Dorothea.

I know no more then you.

But—hee's excusable if he spake true.

If he plaid false,—'twas manag'd with such Wit,

That I do long to see th' Event of it.

In th' interim, not knowing what will be,

My heart affects only Neutrality.

—But the Door creaks.

Lyset.

Orontus,—Never fear▪

Dorothea▪

Shut the Door after him, that none may hear.

Lyset.

To see me with her, will his thoughts perplex.

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ACT III. SCEN. V.

DOROTHEA, ERASTES, LYSET.

Erastes.

MAdam, The greatest glory of your Sex—

Dorothea.

What brings you hither with so bold a Face.

Lyset.

(aside.

Here's work indeed!—a wrong man takes his place!

Erastes.

Finding the Door not shut, you talking by,

At that sweet Voice, Love lent me wings to fly.

Dorothea.

We wait my Fathers coming home,—and see

You haste away, or else you Ruine me:

He's hard by,—pray be gone.

Erastes.

My Joy,—and Sorrow!

Alas—

Dorothea.

O! Keep alas, Sir▪ for to Morrow.

Erastes.

What!—No compassion?

Dorothea.

Yes,—towards my self,

My Honour else is wrack'd upon this Shelf.

Time presses,—go, go forth pray,—'tis my will

Sure, you were born to persecute me still!

Will you for ever gaze,—and not reply?

Erastes.

O! Spell my Sighs,—and read my weeping Eye!

Dorothea.

[Page 55]

'Tis not the season now to count your tears

When pity has resign'd my heart to fears.

Pray, Sir, haste forth▪—look warily before—

But 'tis too late,—ah! me! Hee's at the Door

He Knocks, where will ye go?—there's no way forth.

Erastes.

I'm ready, if you please, to meet his wrath.

Dorothea.

Rather a thousand times.—

Lyset.

To prevent all

I'le lead him to the Garden, th'rough the Hall.

There he's secure.

Exeunt.

Dorothea.

Th' advice is good I'le swear.

Go,—open as you pass.

ACT. III. SCEN. VI.

ORONTUS, DOROTHEA.

Orontus.

to Cliton within.

CLiton, stay there.

Orontus Enters, leaving Cliton at the door.

What,—is all vanish'd? this seems strange to me,

I heard much noise,—yet can no body see!

To use me thus, is ill, I tell you true,

I neither came to scare,—nor hinder you.

Dorothea.

[Page 56]

Surely yo've taken me to task, this day.

Orontus.

No,—but free humours hate such boe-peep play.

And 'tis my trouble, that with so much care

You should disguize your self from what you are.

What ever Gallant 'tis,—let him come forth:

My Passion dares all Eyes, to try its worth.

Nor shall my Zeal wax less on such a score,

I love a Mistriss, all men do adore.

And I had little hopes in this Essay,

Should I not court you, now, in your own way.

Variety's the Heav'n of your bliss;

Then must I cherish what your Humour is.

Did I oppose the Freedom you like best,

That were to seek mine, not your Interest:

And would pervert the noblest ends of Love;

Instead of Subject, I should Tyrant prove.

Dorothea.

A neat evasion, made to this intent,

By taxing me, to shew you innocent.

This is smart Policy,—worthy your fame.

Orontus.

So mild a Censure, cannot be your shame.

Dorothea.

This good opinion of me's noble too.

Orontus.

I find you act, but as you ought to do.

The best of Men have not a hope so vain,

E're to confine you in a shorter Chain;

They, from all parts in throngs to you do press,

Whilst you alone share out their happiness.

Were not this glory then, diminished,

Should you heap all these Favours on One head?

So great a Treasure, such a plenteous Feast,

Was never, sure, meant for one Miser guest.

For, tho, I do adore, what is so rare,.

[Page 57] And favour crave,—yet not above my share.

I'le not aspire, (tho in your flames I burn)

T' injoy you solely,—I'le but take my turn.

Dorothea.

What means all this, speak plain and tell me true?

Orontus.

That here,—some secret Rival courted you.

And if you further conference desire,

I would not hinder,—but shall soon retire.

Dorothea.

This weak suspicion is the Child of fear.

That any other.—

Orontus.

I've a faithful Ear,

That perfectly discerneth every Voice.

If.—

Dorothea.

'Tis most like,—this time was a fit choice,

And you no promise had to day before?

Orontus.

Oh! you have Wit can go th'rough this and more.

Who with one Letter Answer's two,—Allow's

One night's enough t' exalt as many Vow's.

Dorothea.

Your false conjectures, then, are rais'd from thence.

Orontus.

No, no, I speak on clearer Evidence.

Knocking at Door,—some noise made me begin

To doubt whether 't might please, should I come in:

Some I heard walk and speak, and midst the noise,

Unless I'm much deceiv'd, I heard a voice

Say, There he's come, What shall we do with this!

Yet, I'le believe but what your pleasure is.

Dorothea.

This I should ne're endeavour to confute,

Did it not stick some shame on my Repute;

But really to undeceive you, know

[Page 58] That having bid my Woman wait below,

Whilst I above stood as my Father's spy.—

Lyset Enters.

But here she comes will clear the Mistery.

ACT. III. SCEN. VII.

ORONTUS, DOROTHEA, LYSET.

Dorothea.

Come hither Lyset.

Orontus,

(aside.

Gods, what is't I see!

Lyset serves here!

Dorothea,

aside to Lyset.

Take the whole fault on thee:

No matter.

Orontus,

(aside.

All my Prancks will now come forth.

Lyset,

softly to Orontus.

Now,—am I fifty Dorothea's worth?

Dorothea,

aloud to Lyset.

Who was't spake with you, when Orontus Knock'd?

Lyset.

With me?

Dorothea.

Yes, you?—believe I'le not be mock'd.

Lyset.

What do ye take me?—

Dorothea▪

[Page 59]

No excuse, Unless—

Lyset.

Dear Madam,

Dorothea.

Some Gallant

Lyset.

I must confess.

Cliton,

begins to appear.

'T was one that loves me without complement,

And I love him, faith, with no ill intent.

Cliton,

(Enters.

He'l be my Husband.

ACT. III. SCEN. VIII.

ORONTUS, DOROTHEA, LYSET, CLITON,

Cliton.

HA! good Hypocrite,

Your Husband.

Lyset.

Cliton.

Orontus,

to Cliton whilst he takes the Candle from the Table.

Whither with that light?

Say.—

Cliton,

To finde out this Husband she will have,

I'le bring't again, when I have kill'd the slave.

Orontus.

Keep back your folly.

Cliton.

Ah! in my distress.

Orontus.

Take comfort Cliton, that will make it less.

Dorothea.

[Page 60]

This satisfies?

Orontus.

Yes, if you please, and more.

Argante,

(within.

Lycante we are robb'd! stand at that door.

Cliton,

(to Orontus.

Sir,—now w'are caught!

Dorothea▪

O! infinite disgrace.

My Father comes here, hye away apace.

To Lyset.

Take up the Candle,—slip in here with me.

To Orontus.

Save, you my honour.

Cliton.

Devil, but who saves me?

W'are left alone.

Orontus.

My honour now lies on't

To see.—

Cliton.

Let's fly,—and think no more upon't,

For fear some ranting Hector, otherwise

Should come, and this love-folly so chastise—.

But—'tis too late.

ACT III. SCEN. IX.

ARGANTE, ORONTUS, CLITON.

Enter Argante, his sword drawn.

Don't I 
Orontus see?
O Daughrer! whose wilde love dishonours me.
Dye thou vile tempter.

Orontus.

[Page 61]

Hold your threatning sword!

upon his knees.

Cliton.

Before you kill us, good Sir, hear one word!

Argante.

What vain excuse,—

Orontus.

Mine, is both just and true,

For, tho unhappy,—I am guiltless too.

Being, fair Lucia's fond idolater,

Her Brother, this night found me there with her.

And having no way left to scape him there,

I leap'd his Garden wall, and got in here.

Cliton.

In so short time, I never made more way.

Argante.

I heard some stir i'th' Garden, as you say,

And from my Window, did perceive one go

With haste enough, who 'twas I could not know.

But, tho there be some colour, Sir, in this

Excuse,—yet so great the importance is

To my whole Family, e're I proceed

This truth upon my daughters face I'le read.

Her looks will bring the certainty to light.

I'le straight return.

(Argante goes out.

Cliton.

Ah! Sir, bid him good night.

Orontus.

Doest fear?

Cliton.

I? no, but I small courage have:

You, like a Torch i'th' winde, all storms out-brave

And may escape, But—(Oh! the Collick gripes.)

Poor Cliton shall be sent to bed with stripes.

Orontus.

Hark! for they talk.

Argante,

[Page 62]

speaking to Eraste, whom he findes in his house, and shutting the door upon him to prevent his seeing of Orontus.

Pray, Sir, do you stay there.

Cliton.

He locks this door! Oh! how I quake for fear.

Argante,

(to Orontus.

Go, Sir, make haste, for your relation's true.

Your enemy!—I shake.

Orontus.

What?

Argante.

Does pursue.

Orontus.

Who is't?

Argante.

D'yee ask? Erastes.

Orontus.

—Ha.

Argante.

—Agen?

I met him there.

Orontus.

Then, that's the stratagem.

By what strange paths this truth comes in my way.

Argante.

You both are ruin'd if ye longer stay.

Make quick dispatch.

Orontus,

(to Cliton.

See, Women's fickleness.

Cliton.

Take comfort Sir, 'twill make your griefs the less.

Ex. Oront. Cliton.

Argante.

( [...]oh [...]s.

This danger was prevented well in troth,

I'le send this after, then good night to both.

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ACT III. SCEN. X.

ARGANTE, ERASTES,

Argante.

(opening the door.

ERastes.

Erastes.

(aside.

Who can guess this mystery?

Surprize me here, yet deal thus lovingly.

Argante.

What brought you here, I pardon, for your sake;

But no noise on't, if you my counsel take;

Upon such accidents, wise men should wink.

Erastes.

Think not.—

Argante.

I know Sir, what I ought to think,

Erastes.

I doubt that—

Argante.

No, no, I shall let it sleep.

Erastes.

Perhaps.—

Argante.

—Be sure, I shall the secret keep:

Adieu.

Erastes.

But—

Argante.

'Tis high time, be gone I pray.

Make haste.

Erastes.

I understand not what he'd say.

(Exit.

Argante.

(Solus.

Tho, now I'm freed, I tremble yet for fear.

How timely these by me discover'd were,

[Page 64] —Now in the street, fight, or embrace at ease:

Long may they scuffle e're it me displease.

If they each other drill till I go forth,

Their skins to morrow will be little worth.

The End of the Third ACT.

ACTƲS IV.

SCEN. I.

ORONTUS. CLITON.

Orontus.

HOw ill thou argu'st! what, thou thinkest then?

Cliton.

But, Sir, it puzles me above all ken

'Till dooms-day, I might thus be arguing,

Yet still i'th' dark for all my reasoning.

Orontus.

Confess then, I know how one ought to live.

Cliton.

Such are your flights, that none can you retrieve.

For my part, I renounce.—After th' abuse

You late receiv'd at your two Rendez-vous,

Who would not swear, that in your choller, you

Should blinking Cupid curse,—and his Mam too:

Sigh, groan, sobb, howl, and tumble all the night,

And from your nest, in three dayes make no flight;

Your brain's unhing'd, your heart consum'd with care,

Whereas you sing and frisk more gay then c're;

Nay, Rant,—and in all company laugh most▪

And bear't as you had neither won nor lost.

Most Heteroclite does your carriage seem!

Orontus.

[Page 65]

And wher's the wonder? they leave me,—I them.

Cliton.

If towards you, some Fickleness they show,

They but return you back, a quid pro quo.

For Mistriss, waiting-Maid, Fair, Black, Red, Brown

You fear no colours, but storm every Town!

Your eager Appetite with all makes bold,

And to your Stomack, none's too hot or cold.

Orontus.

Ther's all the pleasure that in Love I find!

Cliton.

And they begin to love you in your kind.

Orontus.

I'm not displeas'd.

Cliton.

Then, must I say, indeed,

I think your Love's but some new bastard-breed.

Orontus.

And thus I whip him to my own desire.

Cliton.

More I examine, I the more admire,

Sometimes, you play the sprightly Gallants part;

Then, nought but sadness sits about your heart.

A Jovial air, 'mongst these disbands all fears;

The next you Court,—you soften with your Tears.

So to the life, my self deceiv'd I find.

You, groan, and sing, and sigh,—and all's but wind.

What juggling tricks!

Orontus.

And this does wonder breed?

Cliton.

I ne're knew such Cameleon Love indeed,

At each new Face it's hue so chang'd to be!

Orontus.

This but prevents Love, from in-slaving me.

I dare him thus,—make all his Plots prove vain,

So I the pleasures taste, without the pain.

Cliton.

[Page 66]

At once to give and take a Heart in jest,

Is this Love?

Orontus.

This is Love, and 'tis the best.

Cliton,

But, is not Love, Sir, a controling heat▪

(For I'm a Scholar since I serv'd Lyset.)

A frying in the Frost, freezing in Fire,

Which storms the Brain, and Fetters the Desire

To one alone; Pleasing, tho Incomode?

Orontus.

It was of old,—but, now 'tis out of Mode.

Cliton.

'Tis out of Mode!

Orontus.

And dull, as shall be try'd.

Cliton.

How must we doe, to have it Modify'd?

Orontus.

My conduct will instruct thee in the right.

Examine't well.

Cliton.

'Tis beyond my dull sight.

If you'l instruct me, you must bring it neer.

Orontus.

Listen, and the whole secret will appear.

"To every She, the like complaisance pay;

"Swear Love by rote, not minding what you say.

"Court out of custome for diversion's sake.

"Speak much of grief, but let your heart ne're ake.

"Your Face (the Index) much of Love must show;

"But what you promise, let your Breast not know.

"Of an Un-truth, a Verity compile,

"At need, and weep, (tho in your thoughts you smile,)

"Raving of Passion, pain, troubles of Mind.

"And not to hazard ought by woman-kind,

[Page 67] "Pay the whole Sex, your Adoration

"In gross,—but singly,—slight them one by one.

This is my Rule.

Cliton.

The Science I approve,

You thus extract the Quintessence of Love.

—But,—as for Lyset, be it understood

You take or leave her quite, for both our good.

Otherwise.—

Orontus.

Without wrangling,—I yet may

Leave thee sole Tenant e're we pass one day.

For now agen Fortune does me provide,

Since Dorothea's true, I'm satisfy'd.

Cliton.

Erast' being there hid, tho, shew's some Ginn?

Orontus.

I know the whole Intrigue.

Cliton.

From whom?

Orontus.

—From him.

Who walking home, late, when our Plot was laid,

Pass'd by their door, where by some hazard staid

Finding it open, and she standing by,

Surpriz'd her out of curiosity.

Believing with her Maid,—she had intent

To pass some moments there in merry-ment.

His pleasing converse hardly did begin

When he must hide,—the Father coming in.

And, now, what scruple can there be in this?

Cliton.

Born under some Smock Star.

Orontus.

—The best on't is,

Florame, that sought who held Erastes heart,

Found Dorothea claim'd his Sisters part.

[Page 68] When, he expressing by what rigour they

Forcing his will, tore him from Lucia:

So won upon him, he consent did speak,

Provided they the first Contract would break.

They straight embrace, and both this Match approve,

Which turns their hate into a nobler Love.

Thus Florame and Erastes are agreed

To banish Fewd, and let kind Peace succeed.

Cliton.

So Florame, now, his promise has obtain'd?

Orontus.

Th'rough my endeavour, full consent was gain'd.

Cliton.

You'l no more see her?

Orontus.

I!—as oft as e're.

Cliton.

She sooths you still with flat' ring hopes, I fear▪

And while she to another destin'd is,

Makes you.—

Orontus.

Did I not think as much as this

Of Dorothea yesterday?—yet I

Mistook.

Cliton.

This gulls you more apparently▪

Orontus.

Why I may erre as much in this perchance▪

Cliton.

Sure you believe Florame.

Orontus.

He does advance.

Now I shall know the truth, how he proceeds▪

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ACT. IV. SCEN. II.

ORONTUS, FLORAME, CLITON.

Orontus.

YOu'r satisfy'd, I hope, now all succeeds?

Florame.

Yes,—but to gain the brother will not do

Alone,—Your help is necessary too.

In vain,—I thought the other Match unknown,

Since Fame the News o're all this place hath blown;

And with fair Lucia so much credit gain'd,

She swears my flames for her, are only feign'd.

But,—you,—whose friendship dives into my heart,

And knows its closest Projects, take my part;

Wait on that Beauty,—Wooe her not to shun

Such real Love,—Compleat what you begun.

Orontus.

Is not this Raillery you speak,—tell true?

If you love Lucia, does not she love you?

To give you meeting e're Erast consent,

Does make her Love appear most Evident:

Yet you suspect? Ah! what must I suppose.

Cliton,

(aside.

How slyly does he squeeze the worm from's Nose.

Florame.

Since to hide ought from you, a crime I deem,

Know her love yet, resides but in esteem.

And that appointment, you so happy guess,

To confidence, had ow'd for it's success.

Since I th'rough favour had in vain assay'd:

And then with Presents had suborn'd her Maid;

Who, still unknown to her, engag'd last night

To gain me admittance to her sight.

This was the reason, made me think it vain,

Head-long to run, where was more loss then gain:

[Page 71] You otherwise had ne're disswaded me.

Orontus.

Good-faith, I thought 'twas better then I see.

But—having gain'd what was most difficult,

The Oracle we need no more consult.

The Victory is Ours,—I'le bring't about.

Florame.

You being Second, 'tis a sin to doubt.

Mean while, I'le try what is her temper, now

Her Brother's ours, and what hope she'l allow.

ACT. VI. SCEN. III.

ORONTUS, CLITON.

Orontus.

WEll Cliton.

Cliton.

I conceive.—

Orontus.

'Twas I conceiv'd

The right.

Cliton.

'Tis true.

Orontus.

Your doubt.

Cliton.

Had me deceiv'd.

Lucia is wholly yours—say what they can,

For Politiques you are a dreadful man!

And if that Devil, who writeth your sins down,

Omits not One, h'as a shrewd head on's own.

W'are Stratagems who lies within your pow'r.

Lucia, in fine.—

Orontus.

I'le love more from this hour.

Cliton.

[Page 70]

,Tis well, and Dorothea.

Orontus.

More and more.

Cliton.

Then, sure, you'l quickly give poor Lyset o're.

Orontus.

Yes, she's too lean a thing to satisfie:

She may pass Muster in a vacancy,

For want of better.

Cliton.

Better!—ah speak well.

A Goat, set Horns aside, would her excel.

If she pass Muster, 'tis for want indeed!

ACT III. SCEN. IV.

ORONTUS, LYSET, CLITON.

Lyset.

TRuly, Sir, Cliton's Manners now exceed.

The Dev'l, lay's horns away, like thee'd appear.

(to Cliton.

Cliton.

Now I am muzled.

Orontus.

Leave that Puppy there,

Who jealous cause I love thee,—thus the Elf

Would black thee?

Lyset.

Love me?

Orontus.

Yes, in-troth, thy self.

Cliton,

(aside.

Mark but the Juggler.

Lyset.

[Page 72]

Thus.—

Cliton.

—On Cliton's faith.

Lyset.

Go, go, I heard too well.

Cliton.

What is't she saith?

Lyset.

Ther's want indeed, when I can Muster pass.

Cliton.

I sung a Mean,—and you interpret Base.

Orontus.

If you give ear, he'l ne're have done his part.

Cliton.

Command me.—

Orontus.

Silence.

Cliton.

Now begins his Art.

Lay on, my back is broad.

Orontus.

Still dear Lyset

My real love does little faith beget.

In thy long absence, I have torments try'd.

Lyset.

I must believ't.

Cliton,

(aside.

Ware being Noblyfy'd.

Orontus.

My pleasant humour thinks all's Raillery;

But falsely you believe 'tis flattery.

For when an object, like thee, charms this breast,

I think on't more then once.

Lyset.

And love't at l [...]

I'le help ye out.

Orontus.

[Page 73]

Ah! thus to doubt my flame!

Is.—

Lyset.

No, I think I highly cherish'd am.

But since your Love with me's but left in pawn;

'Tis ten to one it will be soon with-drawn.

My Mistress—.

Orontus.

Thou believ'st she blows my Fire?

Go, if my heart to serve her e're aspire,

Lyset.

Last Night, you saw her, then, for the last time?

Orontus.

Drawn for thy sake, that Obligation's thine▪

Lyset.

Mine?

Orontus.

Dost thou doubt?

Lyset.

Most like you, Sir, it is.

Orontus.

What, not believe?

Lyset.

Yes, I know more then this.

Orontus.

Prethee, once more, my Oath upon it take,

I went last Night but only for thy sake,

Her entertainment's hateful to my ear;

But having learn'd thy Residence was there,

Tho sure to have that odious Object by

I ran, in hopes to Woe thee with my Eye.

That Language Lovers ever held the best.

Lyset.

How you'r compos'd of Subtilty and Jest.

You found her tho, alone.

Orontus.

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At which being sad,

I study'd in Revenge to make her Mad;

Paid her Respects were much more strange, then true,

Contemn'd, her most, when I most Prais'd her too.

But my high Style, lost her in the Mid-way.

Lyset.

You may repair that fault again to day.

She must speak with you. This I'me sent to tell.

Make haste, and follow.

Orontus.

Thou love'st Mirth so well▪

Lyset.

Faith,—she expects you, and will let you know

When you come there.—

Orontus.

I'le not consent to go.

Lyset.

You must,—What will you make her else suspect,

That I omit her Message, th'rough neglect?

Orontus.

I shall have much adoe.

Lyset.

I'le take your part▪

Orontus.

I'm loath to go, I speak it from my Heart,

And I believe you think so,—seriously;

But at the Enter-view, observe my Eye.

At the least word of Love, look you on me

And what I say to her,—take all for thee.

Lyset.

I shall not fail,—'tis done,—do but proceed

Orontus.

You Jibe?

Lyset.

Like you.

Orontus.

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Faith I Love thee, indeed

And to make good, in thy Society

My dearest Pleasures Sov'raign Bliss does lie.

That thy commands are my chief glory, too,

Here—

He feels in his Pocket.

Lyset.

You at length, may make me think all true,

Orontus.

Time, will discover, what as yet lies hid

Cliton,

(aside.

My Nobleness goes on, the Price is bid.

I cannot hold.—Hola!

Cliton crys out with a shrill voice.

Orontus.

—What Devil's Cry?

Cliton, to Orontus.

'Gainst all Events, having a Remedy,

Vouchsafe one Favour, now my Heart's so sad?

Orontus.

What i'st?

Cliton.

Sir, keep me pray from running Mad!

Orontus,

(spying Lucia.

If—but, who's this I see?

Cliton,

(aside.

—Good,—here's relief

Lyset,

(aside.

Ah! he put's up his Purse agen, the Thief!

Orontus,

(to Lyset.

What e're I say,—let it create no doubt,

Wee'l laugh anon.

Lyset.

Now, I must stand it out.

Hopes of his present does invite my stay.

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ACT IV. SCEN. V.

ORONTUS, LUCIA, LYSET, CLITON▪

Orontus.

BLest with your Presence, once more Lucia.

Lucia.

A common joy,—But with regret, Sir, I

Thus interrupt your wished Secresie.

Surely you treated with great Confidence.

Orontus.

What, you suspect I held Intelligence.

And think design, what accidental proves?

Cliton knows.—

Cliton.

Yes, he's honest, where he Loves.

Lucia, pointing to Lyset.

Though this fresh▪ Object, to my shame, I see—

Cliton.

He Courted her, indeed, but 'twas for me,

Orontus.

If you believe that Fool—

Lucia.

What I behold,

I dare believe,—but not all I am told.

Crontus.

Then on your part, my Ruine is assur'd?

Lucia.

What Persecution, I for you indur'd.

Whilst a harsh Brother for Florame, this day—

Orontus.

I more deserve then he,—so to obey.

Much your own loss, and prejudice would be,

[Page 77] And you oblige your self, whilst just to me.

Lucia.

Take heed! least this presumption to reprove,

I yield him up—at last—my faith and love!

Orontus.

'Tis but three sighs more, added to the heap.

But,—e're you do't consult, look e're you leap.

And get your heart's consent to it before

Lucia.

What! would my loss affect you then no more?

Orontus.

What? you'l betray your self, and therefore I

Must yield my self a prey to grief—and dye!

Let it sting those it does most nearly touch.

Grief almost kill'd me last night 'twas so much;

For having known how well Florame was us'd

By you, I hasted to you much confus'd:

There wept and wail'd, and all sad means did try,

Low at your feet, to break this heart and dye.

But since I finde it inconvenient prove,

I'le blow it off, and try new fashion love.

Lucia.

Your fashion,—to deceive, and be ingrate.

Orontus.

That love's most pleasing, is least delicate,

And where we once resolve, no Jealousie,

Should

Lucia.

Without reason then it ceazes me?

Nor may I credit give to my own eyes.

Orontus.

You should pass by such things, if you were wise.

Let's make the agreement thus, 'twixt you and me:

To have no jealous thoughts,—but ever free

From all vain fears, think either's faith most true,

And if you ne're doubt me, I'le ne're doubt you.

Thus when I swear, believ't I love you well:

[Page 78] I'le do the same, when you Love-stories tell▪

All this observ'd, our Contract shall remain;

But the least tripp, infringes it again.

Lucia.

True love, sublim'd, will all this disavow,

He makes a Monster on't, does this allow.

Orontus.

Allowing what we like, but makes us find

The troubles less,—pleasures more un-confin'd.

Lucia.

No, he that can divided Love indure,

And not dye rather, has small courage sure?

Orontus.

If, in effect, this Maxime bare the sway,

Men were in danger to dye every day.

Can any lightness with your own compare,

Last night one,—now another,—so y'all are.

Lucia.

The better to delude us, thus ye plead:

But, think how many th'rough such grief are dead.

And oft have had the applause of learned men.

Orontus.

The' example's dang'rous, I renounce it then.

Lucia.

Your heart's too cold, where such brave dangers are.

Orontus.

Let, who's will do't, and take my honours share.

Should I expire your Martyr,—for a day

Or two, perhaps, the world should hear you say

He was a Faithful Lover,—I regret

For me he dy'd!—Much I by this should get.

Lucia.

Is an an illustrious Memory no gain?

Orontus.

Heav'ns grant my Epitaph less sad, and vain!

Lucia.

And yet you'l say; you love men'eretheless.

Orontus.

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Ask but my heart, my heart which you possess.

ACT. IV. SCEN. VI.

ORONTUS, ERASTES, LUCIA, LYSET. CLITON, LYSTOR.

Erastes,

(to Lystor.

THey do adore each other,—I am told.

Lucia,—

pulling down her Hood.

My Brother's here,—O Gods!

Erastes▪

I see him,—hold!

Lystor.

A Lady with him.

Erastes.

Then it must be she▪

'Tis Dorothea.

Lucia

(to Orontus.

Think of leaving me.

Erastes—

shewing Lyset to Lystor.

This night with her, he through the Garden went;

I know her—

Orontus,

(to Lucia.

What? and must I then consent?

Lucia.

Yes, for I dare not go, till after you;

Pray lose no time, be gone,—bid me adieu.

Orontus.

I do obey you.— Cliton!

Cliton.

Sir, what now?

Orontus.

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Stop Lyset here, but stop her mouth close too,

Promise her any thing,—do't e're you stir.

Orontus goes off one way, and immediately Lucia goes another.

Lystor,

(to Erastes.

She goes

Erastes.

Ingrateful! but I'le follow her.

For without doubt, her woman does abide,

That if we ask who 'tis, she be deny'd.

But, following after, I her plots destroy.

ACT. IV. SCEN. VII.

CLITON. LYSET.

Cliton.

HOw shall I act the part of th' angry Boy?

Lyset.

Cliton.

No quarter.

Lyset.

Such severe ill will?

Cliton.

Provide elsewhere.

Lyset.

Do'st keep thy anger still

Cliton?

Cliton.

Yes still I keep't, and keep it shall.

Lyset.

Look up?

Cliton.

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—No.—

Lyset.

But—

Cliton.

I'le bate thee nought at all.

Lyset.

What you'l forsake me,—You, whose grizled Pate,

And snuffling Nose, proclaims ye out of date?

You will forsake me,—Me, who more or less,

The whole Town dotes on, for my prettiness.

Me, whose dear Love so hotly they pursue,

It makes them look on Thee, with envy too.

Who thus abase my thoughts.—

Cliton.

Yes,—you,—you,—you?

Who squeez'd my Purse, and then laugh'd at me too.

Lyset.

Your gifts, I'le warrant, Trick me up thus brave.

Cliton.

Pox, Now I apprehend this Female knave.

(aside.

Before my face, your liberty's so bold

'T has made my wonted charity catch cold.

—Ev'ry one Courts you now.

Lyset.

—Yes, and those words

Alone a daily Revenue affords▪

Cliton.

And this to me, you think must comfort bring?

Lyset.

Cliton, speak wisely, and leave quarrelling.

You knew my humour, and my Method knew,

That I lov'd cloathes in fashion,—often new.

Each day I purchase somewhat, and protest

What I do cut or sow,—is of the best

Either the Draper or the Mercer sells.

And whilst my Cash holds, I do little else.

[Page 82] Now,—think what this must cost? For, to go neat;

Wishing, nor Witch-craft, will not do the feat:

Your Wages, whatsoever,—hardly brings

Enough for Gloves, and such small trifling things.

So that to prove too Coy, would prove my shame,

My Pride would fall,—And then Adieu—Fine Dame.

Cliton.

'Tis right,—but come—to wave all you have said,

What have I reap'd for all my Wages paid?

From day to day, my Passion has encreast;

Yet with my finger ne're durst feel your—Breast.

Lyset.

I lov'd thee,—that's sufficient I conceive.

Cliton.

Lov'd me!

Lyset.

To doubt, your self were to deceive;

You know.

Cliton,

I'm left in Hell, Loves Barly-break▪

Lyset.

Does not six sighes a Day, my true love speak?

Cliton.

Great comfort that, to troubled Souls does prove.

Lyset.

Do you so light esteem those mark's of Love?

Cliton.

Just next to nothing, so I find,—And sure,

Since Love was ever held an Epicure

And glutton, when the Boy you thus do Treat,

Sighes cannot nourish th'are such hollow Meat.

Lyset.

I lose my time here, you but love to prate;

And thy weak reason turns my love to hate.

Adieu.—

Cliton.

But stay, if not for Love, for Gold;

[Page 83] For twenty Crowns, can you One Secret hold?

Lyset.

One, yes a score.

Cliton.

Hold! that's too much for Thee!

Lyset.

I'le do't, I'le warrant, let it rest on me.

Can you disburse-em?

Cliton.

Yes,—but prethee hear!

Keep but your Tongue, out of your Mistriss' Ear.

My Master.—

Lyset.

I'le conceal his Prancks,—ne're doubt.

Let's see the Money?

Cliton.

'Tis not yet told out.

Lyset.

Your promises on hopes, will ill succeed.

Cliton.

I'le pawn my Honour.

Lyset.

A fair pledge indeed.

Go, I'le discover all that ever past.

Cliton.

Beware he do not Nooze you, too, at last.

End of the Fourth ACT

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ACTƲS V.

SCEN. I.

ARGANTE, DOROTHEA

Dorothea.

AT least defer it, till my troubled mind

Compos'd,—to this sad Hymen be inclin'd.

Do not precipitate—

Argante.

You hope in vain▪

By pray'r to blast, my just design again:

Yours I perceive, I read it in your soul:

But Florames Father now has my Parol,

Which I must keep,—he claims you thereupon,

And so to morrow Hymen makes you One▪

Dorothea.

But he so little values me, you see

He hardly.—

Argante.

That, but an effect may be

Of what's reported, by Orontus, who

Is said to have pretences for you to.

Florame alarm'd therewith, does colder prove,

Fearing his Rival, more then him you love.

From his disturbed thoughts I gather it,

Which since a mis-report does thus beget,

I ought to hasten on this Nuptial Tye,

To set all right, and them to satisfy.

Think on't, Adieu.—I'le to his Fathers run,

And there consult what more is to be done.

Exit.

Dorothea,

(alone.

In vain this Man, for Husband you'd prefer;

[Page 85] My Eyes herein, shall be my Counseller.

But, Lyset comes, Love take thou my defence.

ACT. V. SCEN. II.

DOROTHEA, LYSET.

Dorothea.

I Staid thy coming with impatience.

Well,—is he found, what's his reply, tell true?

Lyset.

I have at once both found and lost him too.

Dorothea.

How, did he slight the Message thou didst tell?

Lyset.

You do not know him yet; sure, very well.

He's too much vers'd in's way to blanch at that.

Dorothea.

Then prethee let me know how 'tis, and what?

Didst say I wait him?—Shall I see him here?

Lyset.

No doubt he'l come,—but pray beware a snare.

If you'l believe me, give him word for word;

Pay him in's own coine, but no more afford.

Engage no farther, then you find him go.

Dorothea.

What does induce thee to speak of him so?

Is he inconstant, false?

Lyset.

That shall appear,

Be Judge your self, pray, Madam do but hear.

I'th' street I met him in a certain place,

Who smiling, when he first beheld my Face,

Approach'd me with such joy, as made me deem

His Love was noble, and deserv'd esteem.

This did his words confirm, for he did say,

[Page 86] He ever would to you obedience pay.

Scarce were these words pronounc'd, when I protest

A Lady coming,—Here's the main oth' jest,—

—He without why, or wherefore, durst presume

To sing her the same Song, to the same Tune:

And without blushing, tho I stood close by,

Discours'd of Love to her most pleasantly.

Dorothea.

Unworthy Man,—had he the confidence

Before your Face to own a new pretence,

And mention Love to her?

Lyset.

Yes, in my sight.

Dorothea.

Dissembling Traytor!

Lyset.

'Tis his whole delight.

Dorothea.

But, then the Lady, what became of her?

Go on.

Lyset.

A long while they did there confer,

When, suddenly, ('twas plotted I dare say)

They part, and each retir'd a several way.

Dorothea.

And you ne're follow'd to enquire her name?

Lyset.

I would, and much I long'd to know the same;

But, then Orontus servant made me stand,

Who having pop't some Sweet-meats in my hand,

In earnest of some better thing e're long,

Promis'd me Mountains for to hold my tongue:

But I,—what do you think I am so base?

Then throwing all the Sweet-meats in his face,

Sirra (cry'd I) —I'le ne're prove false for these,

Nor do I use to sell my Mistrisses▪

If I need Money, she such plenty hath

In store for me, I need not break my Faith.

[Page 87] Then did my courage prompt me to engage.—

Dorothea.

Thy Zeal does ravish me.

Lyset.

I swell'd with rage.

What, I betray you?—Sell you? Wher's his wit?

He proffer.—

Dorothea.

Go,—thou shalt not lose by it.

In the mean time, see my unhappy Fate?

And with what reason I did all men hate:

Since this Orontus, for whose Love,—my Pride

And noble Haughtiness I laid aside;

Like a Dissembler does me slight and brave,

And puts on others Chains, who was my slave.

But,—truly this was timely brought to light,

Ere I consulted that false Man to night;

Or how to break this other Hymen ask't

Advice.

Lyset.

You hope in vain, ther's promise past:

Your Father urges it, and having pow'r.

Dorothea,

Let him urge still, I'le quash all in one hour.

Lyset.

But Florame has his word, his heart, his love.

Dorothea.

Florame, at need, my help herein would prove,

Since to endeavour this our union he

Too much aversion ever met in me.

In vain these impotent old Parents try

Upon our wills to act their tyranny.

Each others coldness being mutual,

We dread not their authority at all.

But,—who is't locks that door? what is't they do?

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ACT. V. SCEN. III.

DOROTHEA, LUCIA, LYSET.

Lucia.

her Hoood down.

PRotect me, from a brother does pursue

To finde me out,—whose wrath and jealousie

For walking forth, will harshly light on me.

In vain, by twenty turns, from street to street

I sought to steal away, and he not see't.

He follow'd still, and keeping me in sight

Constrain'd me now, lest on me he should light

To step in here, where I your aid implore.

For shelter, till—this danger may blow o're.

See who 'tis begs.

(she takes off her Hood.

Dorothea.

Ah! Lucia is it thee?

Lucia.

'Tis I, whose cruel Brothers jealousie—

But, there he knocks,—to save me from his frown

Pray, feign you just now come in from the Town.

My Hood, I'le leave you.

she puts her hood upon Dorotheas head.

Dorothea

Hide you quickly, do.

Lucia.

(runs in

In here!

Lyset.

Dy'e know?

Dorothea.

Open the door, go, go.

[Page 89] Make haste.

Lyset.

No matter, she shall make it good.

Dorothea,

What will he think on't?

ACT. V. SCEN. IV.

ERASTES, DOROTHEA, LYSET.

Dorothea,

giving her Hood to Lyset as if she newly came into the house.

LYset, take my Hood.

Lyset goes out with the Hood, and enters agen about the latter end of the Scene.

Erastes.

Pardon th' intrusion; you may well suspect,

Void both of Love to you, and of respect.

I follow my dispair, and with much pain

The storms of my just anger now refrain.

Dorothea.

Your humour's much disturb'd to day, I find:

I thought so smooth a Calm raign'd in your mind,

That still immoveable at all events,

Your soul no anger knew, nor discontents.

Erastes.

None, but for you, caus'd by my too great Faith

And Love—

Dorothea.

Then I'm the object of this wrath.

Erastes.

Deny, ungratefully you scorn my flame;

[Page 90] Deny, my Rivals happiness, your shame;

What yet I saw, must treason be confest?

Dorothea.

Believe me, Sir, you rave!

Erastis.

But yet, at least

You will agree, since many eyes did see't,

You held discourse with him in th' open street.

Dorothea.

I?—

Erastes.

Whom I follow'd after your adieu's,

Believe—

Dorothea.

Your eyes.—

Erastes.

These eyes ne're bring false newes▪

But clearly to evince, and tell your shame,

It will suffice, when I Orontus name.

Dorothea.

Orontus!

Erastes.

Yes,—that Gallant was there, to,

Whom you gave audience while he courted you.

Can you deny it still?

Dorothea,

(aside.

In troth 'tis fine,

I serve my Rival,—was ere Fate like mine?

Erastes.

Your silence is confession.—All desires

I henceforth banish, quenching all my Fires.

A most Unfaithful She, I did adore;

But Heav'ns discovery bids my heart give o're.

Dorothea.

This is too rash,—yet still my goodness see?

(For sure you neither know, nor speak to me.)

I pardon your blind rage, tho gone so far

As to mistake both me, and who you are▪

[Page 91] Think on me, whilst your tongue you fiercely whet,

And think how much you do your self forget.

Erastes.

I've thought too long, and Justly have accus'd—

Dorothea.

What you proceed?—This makes me more confus'd,

Your words so discompos'd at randome fly.

—But, pray, let's know, what makes you speak thus high?

Orontus, say you, hath my heart obtain'd.

Is it a Crime that Man my love hath gain'd?

What had I promis'd you, should hinder me?

I brake no Oaths, nor Vows, my soul was free,

If from one Letter, you this inf'rence make,

Your easiness that favour did mistake.

I love to jeast, if that will do the deed,

I'de write a hundred more such for a need.

That Paper shew'd in Mirth I much delight,

And you will find so, if you spell it right.

Erastes.

What, mock me thus?—Is this the fruit at last

Of all my hopes, and all my service past?

After two years, spent in devoirs and love?

Dorothea.

Such devoirs sometimes do but trouble prove.

Erastes.

Now your proud minde does cast off all disguise.

This shews my error, and unseals my eyes;

Go, take your swinge in your unconstant will.

Leave me,—and live for your Orontus still.

Those fetters once so soft and dear, I break,

And to keep nothing that of you does speak.

That Letter, whose allurements made me burn,

Tho once my treasure I will back return.

Dorothea.

You will oblige me, do, kinde Sir, 'tis fit▪

Erastes.

Yes, I'le restore it, make no doubt of it.

I'le haste home for it, Madam, stay that while.

Exit.

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ACT. V. SCEN. V.

DOROTHEA, LYSET.

Lyset.

IN fine; heaven now begins on you to smile,

The Rival Lady,—she to whom I said

The false Orontus new addresses made

Is in your power, what more could fortune do?

Dorothea.

I know, yet have maintain'd her quarrel too.

Lyset.

I suffer'd hitherto, but now she must,

Dorothea.

Speak softly, else she hears, and may distrust.

Lyset.

I'le warrant her from being now so near,

She fled into the Garden out of fear.

And to return you thanks there waits thus long.

I came now thence.

Dorothea.

T' avenge my love and wrong,

And blast his base design, this remedy

I quickly;—stay—what's that appears to me?

ACT. V. SCEN. VI.

DOROTHEA, LYSET, CLITON.

Cliton.

L yset.

Lyset.

(to Dorothea▪

'Tis Cliton.—Is your Master there?

(to Cliton.

Cliton.

May he come in?

Lyset.

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Yes.

Cliton.

But—

Lyset.

Let him not fear,

The good man's forth, tell him.

(Cliton goes out.

Dorothea.

See now Lyset.

How both of them do fall into my net.

If from disdain of me their love take root,

One stroke may lop them both, and I will do't.

Lyset.

Let not fierce jealousie bear so great a sway,

But seek—

Dorothea.

Go back, and finde out Lucia.

And when you guess Orontus may be here

Lead her this way, till she approach so near,

That having stopt her, on some other score

She may hear all we say, from yonder door,

His tongue must prate of Love when he comes in,

And I'le return as good as he can bring.

Lyset.

The bait's so tempting—he will bite anon.

I think I hear him.

(Exit.

Dorothea.

Quickly then, be gone▪

He's here.

ACT. V. SCEN. VII.

ORONTUS. DOROTHEA, CLITON▪

Cliton.

HOw Sir?

Orontus.

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I tell thee, I, in fine

Have quitted her, and Lyset's henceforth thine.

Cliton.

In earnest?

Orontus.

And in earnest shall be still.

Cliton.

Thank's Sir—Now push your fortunes where you will.

Orontus.

(to Dorothea.

How dear soever I this favour prize,

Yet, from your goodness this regret does rise.

That here expected by you, it may chance

Breed doubt which brings me, love—or complaisance

For your commands may seem to make it prove

More my obedience then an act of love.

Lyset.

appearing at the door with Lucia, whom she obliges to retire a step or two.

Madam, a Gentleman is there you see.

Stay.

Lucia.

(aside.

'Tis Orontus, Ah! false man, 'tis he!

Dorothea.

(to Orontus.

While you surprize me by your Complement

With art enough, you my complaints prevent.

But, say your self, what shall I now believe?

Orontus.

My Joy's so great, you may the truth perceive.

Dorothea.

I doubt 'tis art.

Orontus.

Small reason in this case.

Dorothea.

A treacherous soul oft hath a smiling face.

Orontus.

To be secure, this a safe way will prove,

[Page 95] Ask your own heart, that knows how I do love.

Dorothea.

It owns no secrets.

Orontus.

More then you confess,

Vouchsafe to hear it, it will speak no less.

Besides which, my Devoirs my love sets forth.

Dorothea.

Which being forc'd, are but of little worth.

Orontus.

The Homage paid those Eyes, which rule my heart,

Are they esteem'd a force then, on your part?

That love which no self-interests defile,

That has no dross, no mixture, nought that's vile.

Dorothea.

You set it highly forth.

Orontus,

Have I not cause,

Since 'tis your Vertue only gives it lawes?

Your worth, the only motive comprehends,

Of my true love,—And such love's without ends.

Dorothea.

I may presume it then, to be long liv'd;

This rare, this noble birth from me deriv'd;

For though, the pow'r of time most pow'rful be,

Can that e're make me cease from being me?

Orontus.

It were great wrong both to my Faith and Will,

To doubt my Love were not immortal still.

Dorothea.

You speak so lavishly, I justly fear,

Least some surprizal you intended here.

Orontus.

Does my Sincerity suspicion give?

Dorothea.

They hazard much, that lightly do believe▪

Orontus.

Hopes founded on great Merits, may be said

[Page 96] By being limited to be betraid.

Such ought from so firm rules not to depart,

Which lays a claim to every noble heart.

Dorothea.

From thence it comes, soon as your Eyes give fire

You conquer ev'ry object you desire.

Orontus.

From hence it is with little fear I do

See others under-hand, attempting you.

I serve you out of love,— Erastes out

Of gain,—your Eye-sight's good, what need I doubt?

Dorothea.

Your merits do presage you cannot fail,

Set against him, you must o'reweigh the scale.

Orontus.

Go as it will, my self I'le satisfy.

Those shall deserve my care, that will comply:

Or if another choice they shall pursue,

Th'rough their own folly.—My Faith bids adieu.

Dorothea.

Such weakness in my choice shall never be;

This fly reproach is it address'd to me?

Orontus.

Your lov's too scrupulous, I'le tell yee true.

Such general terms, do not reflect on you.

—But, I hear noise!

Dorothea,

counterfeiting astonishment.

Where is't?

Orontus.

You seem to fear,

And look—

Dorothea▪

I look't about for Lyset here.

I thought I saw her.

Orontus.

So you might. I say—

Dorothea.

What is become of her?

Orontus.

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She's gone this way;

I'le go and call her.

Dorothea,

feigning to withhold him.

Gods! what would you do?

Orontus.

Shew a small proof, of my great Zeal for you.

Dorothea.

Still with your Love suspicion does appear.

But, know, if any person were hid there

Without my leave, perhaps my woman may—

Orontus.

That you are guilty, Madam, who dares say?

This time you speak against your self, I see.

Dorothea.

I've cause to fear your prying jealousie

Since yesterday you stuck the same reproach.

Orontus.

Pray do but cause your woman to approach.

Dorothea,

(still holds him.

And under that pretence your doubts begin

To—

Orontus.

Then permit—

Cliton.

Erastes is within.

Put on Sir, make the naked truth appear;

Perhaps 'tis Lysets t'other Husband's there!

Dorothea.

Well, do your pleasure, Sir, but after this.

Orontus.

Y'are much allarm'd.— Lyset!

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ACT. V. SCEN. VIII.

ORONTUS, DOROTHEA, LUCIA, LYSET, CLITON.

Lucia,

discovering her self suddenly to Orontus.

AH! here she is!

Take courage man, Fate cannot be withstood.

Cliton,

(aside.

Cheapners enough,—this Market must be good.

Orontus,

(to Cliton.

What unexpected Lab'rinth am I in!

Cliton.

Your Wit's a Clue, will guide you out agin.

Lucia,

(to Orontus.

Well, Faithless Lover?

Dorothea.,

Lover so untrue!

Lucia.

What turn by turn your heart thus shar'd 'twixt two?

Dorothea.

Inconstant!

Lucia.

Perjur'd!

Dorothea.

Scornful!

Lucia.

Flat' [...]ing!—Nay—

Dorothea.

Ungrateful!

Lucia.

Traytor!

Orontus.

Have yee more to say?

Lucia.

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After so many Vows, without pretence—

Cliton.

Master, for fear o'th' worst, let's ee'n pack hence:

Should these fly on's, as some she Dragons do;

Adieu, Gallants, to Man and Mounsir too.

Dorothea.

In fine, the truth, in spite of all your skill—

Orontus.

Pray, let me hear th' Inditement, if you will?

Dorothea.

Can you demand, yet, what your Crime should be?

Orontus.

Yes, having not the gift of Prophesie.

Lucia.

Deny these Treasons, are so Evident,

Shews you not falser now, then impudent.

Orontus.

Do not pass sentence, e're you name the Crime.

Dorothea.

You never told me, that your heart was mine?

That you those Oaths and Vows would ne're forget?

Orontus.

I'le swear all this agen, I love ye yet,

Lucia.

Can you love her, false Man, so oft did say,

Nay swear, your heart did yeild to Lucia?

And that—

Orontus.

All this I'le still make good, and more.

Lucia.

Love me?

Yes, you

Dorothea.

And me?

Orontus.

I still adore.

Lucia.

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Mark but his confidence, though both are by?

Orontus.

In vain my love for you, I should deny,

Too well you know me not to claim a part.

Dorothea.

Why Court you me then, if she have your heart?

Orontus.

For love.

Dorothea.

—What love?

Orontus.

—True love

Dorothea.

True love,—how so?

Orontus.

Why, true love, Madam, does from Reason flow.

And Reason tells me wheresoe're I see

Beauty (like pow'r) it must adored be.

Thus whilst in each of you such Charms I meet,

I equally am drawn to baits so sweet.

Nor can you blame me for't, since whilst I do

Her beauty prize, I pay your's worship too.

Dorothea.

But, since you first, or last, must chuse, let's see

Who you'l prefer?

Orontus.

That still must secret be.

Dorothea.

Come, come, you must declare.

Orontus.

No,—for in brief

I fear the she I leave would dye for grief.

Lucia.

Sir, you may chuse elsewhere, as you like best▪

Truly, you well deserve all this contest.

Orontus.

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Nay, if you'r thus indiffrent. Here I'le vow

My constant Love. I'm Dorotheas now.

Lucia.

The mighty prize I yeild with willing mind.

Orontus.

Had I declar'd for you, youl'd speak more kind.

Lucia.

Her Fortunes great, it cannot be deny'd.

Orontus.

Disgrace is still attended with false Pride.

And yet the loss perhaps breeds trouble too.

(to Dorothea.

You to whom henceforth, all my love is due,

Believe—

Dorothea.

This sudden change admits of doubt.

Orontus.

Your Wit, on second thoughts will make it out.

Since your more great deserts doe you prefer.

Dorothea.

Your various humour makes me fear you erre.

You swear to every one.

Orontus,

The Mode,—you see:

But as I am,—try how you like of me?

ACT. V. SCEN. IX.

ARGANTE, ORONTUS, FLORAME, ERASTES, DOROTHEA, LUCIA, LYSET, CLITON.

Erastes,

coming in before Argante, speaking to Dorothea.

HEre is your Letter, which I would alledge,

—But—how—my Sister here?

Argante,

[Page]

coming in with Florame.

Her faith I'le pledge,

I'm Father.

Florame.

O! but rather then constrain—

Your coldness gives me just cause to complain.

If false repotts alone disturb your mind;

Or cause Orontus, you in presence find:

Know, that which brings him's Lucia's love, for I—

Lucia.

Sir, what you speak of me, I must deny.

My love's beyond Orontus hopes so far—

Elorame,

(to Argante.

Then suffer me, at this time to declare,

That having dar'd at Lucia's Bed to aim,

The honour of your Sonship would be vain.

Nor can I, Sir, accept of it at last.

But here's Erastes—

Erastes.

No the Dyce is cast;

To love that false One, I shall ne're accord.

But, Sir, to you, that I may keep my word,

Lead home my Sister—You th' effect shall see.

Florame,

(to Argante.

Adieu,—Don't envy my prosperitie.

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ACT. V. SCEN. X.

ARGANTE, ORONTUS, DOROTHEA, LYSET, CLITON.

Argante,

(to Orontus.

WHat means all this; Does Lucia Florame love?

And is not she the object you approve;

With whom this night caught in your Love design,

You leap'd their Garden wall, and came to mine?

Orontus.

Sir,—'tis high time, I should you disabuse;

Know therefore, only Love shap'd that Excuse.

Argante.

What meet my Girle by night▪ and both to dare—

Orontus.

Pray make no trouble.

Argante.

You shall Marry her.

Orontus.

I must consent to Wed at last, for I

Have no way else to End this Comedy?

Dorothea.

Bring you to Marriage! Who could this fore-show?

Orontus.

This ends my Part, and it must needs be so.

Cliton.

Yet the Conclusion will imperfect be;

To wind up all, Lyset should Marry me.

Dorothea.

Do'st love her?

Cliton.

I dye for her.

Dorothea.

Then she's thine.

Cliton,

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(to Lyset.

My pretty One—

Lyset.

Not yet,—the choice is mine;

Canst thou maintain me, like a Dam'sel fair?

Cliton.

Yes, sure.

Lyset.

Hast thou wherewith?

Cliton.

—Take you no care▪

Lyset.

Who will secure me?

Cliton,

(pointing to Orontus.

He,

Orontus.

I'le do't,—give o're.

Lyset.

First lets the Money Count,—Then I'le say more.

End of the Fifth ACT.

FINIS.

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Amorous orontus, or, The love in fashion — Amour à la mode. English

Author: Corneille, Thomas, 1625-1709.1665

ACTUS I.

SCENA I.

ACT. I. SCEN. II.

ACT. I. SCEN. III.

ACT. I. SCEN. IV.

ACT. I. SCEN. V.

ACTƲS II.

SCENA I.

ACT. II. SCEN. II.

ACT. II. SCEN. III.

ACT. II. SCEN. IV.

ACT II. SCEN. V.

ACT. II. SCEN. VI.

ACT. II. SCEN. VII.

ACT. II. SCEN. VIII. ORONTUS. DOROTHEA, CLITON.

ACT. II. SCEN. IX.

ACT II. SCEN. X.

ACTUS III.

SCENA I.

ACT. III. SCEN. II.

ACT. III. SCEN. III.

ACT III. SCEN. IV.

ACT III. SCEN. V.

ACT. III. SCEN. VI.

ACT. III. SCEN. VII.

ACT. III. SCEN. VIII.

ACT III. SCEN. IX.

ACT III. SCEN. X.

ACTƲS IV.

SCEN. I.

ACT. IV. SCEN. II.

ACT. VI. SCEN. III.

ACT III. SCEN. IV.

ACT IV. SCEN. V.

ACT. IV. SCEN. VI.

ACT. IV. SCEN. VII.

ACTƲS V.

SCEN. I.

ACT. V. SCEN. II.

ACT. V. SCEN. III.

ACT. V. SCEN. IV.

ACT. V. SCEN. V.

ACT. V. SCEN. VI.

ACT. V. SCEN. VII.

ACT. V. SCEN. VIII.

ACT. V. SCEN. IX.

ACT. V. SCEN. X.

ACT. II. SCEN. VIII.
ORONTUS. DOROTHEA, CLITON.