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From: CBS%UK.AC.EXETER::BOND.DA 25-JAN-1989 13:56:05.27
To: archive
CC:
Subj: THE LIBERTINE
Via: UK.AC.EXETER.EXPD; Wed, 25 Jan 89 13:53 GMT
Date: Wed, 25 Jan 89 13:46:16 BST
To: archive@UK.AC.OXFORD.VAX
From: BOND.DA@UK.AC.EXETER
Subject: THE LIBERTINE
Message-ID: <BOND.DA.OCRV@UK.AC.EXETER>
{THE
LIBERTINE.}
{ACT I.}
{Enter Don John, Don Lopez, Don Antonio, Jacomo,
Don John's Valet.}
{Don John.}
THus far without a bound we have enjoy'd
Our prosp'rous pleasures, which dull Fools call Sins;
Laugh'd at old feeble Judges, and weak Laws;
And at the fond fantastick thing, call'd Conscience,
Which serves for nothing but to make men Cowards;
An idle fear of future misery;
And is yet worse than all that we can fear.
{D. Lop.}
Conscience made up of dark and horrid thoughts,
Rais'd from the fumes of a distemper'd Spleen.
{D. Anto.}
A sensless fear, would make us contradict
The only certain Guide, Infallible Nature;
And at the call of Melancholy Fools,
(Who stile all ac . . .
