A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 15Dodsley, Robert
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 15
Dodsley, Robert
English drama
+Fran.+ I tell you, madam, I will bring him t' ye
So mortified, he shall an object be
For pity, not for anger: you'll need employ
Kindness to erect the poor dejected knight.
+Blan.+ It fell out luckily, that Violante
Came hither; for, my brother now engag'd
With her, we're safe till ten o'clock at least.
+Fran.+ But how shall we dispose of Silvia?
It will be hard to 'scape her observation,
For she has wit, and of the dangerous kind--
A melancholy wit. O the unlucky star,
That leads a lady, engaged in love-intrigues,
To take a new attendant near her person!
+Blan.+ 'Twas an unluckiness; but Violante
Could not be denied, I having told her
So often that I wanted one; besides,
Who could have thought sh' had one ready at hand?
But we must make the best on't for this night:
'Twill not be hard to busy her, till 't be late,
In the perfuming-room. This near occasion
Well o'er, I think it will not be amiss,
Against another, to say somewhat to her,
That may, in case she have perceiv'd anything,
Persuade her she is not distrusted.
+Fran.+ Madam, take heed of that: whene'er you find
It necessary to say anything,
Be sure to say that, that she may think all.
Take one rule more from my experience:
Nothing so fatal as a confidence
By halves in amorous transactions.
But here she comes--
_Enter +ELVIRA+._
+Blan.+ Come, Silvia, and take your part of this sweet place;
This is a day indeed to taste its freshness.
+Elv.+ Madam, I needs must say, within a town
I never saw so fine a one.
+Blan.+ In truth
I think not many sweeter. Those fountains,
Playing among the orange-trees and myrtles,
Have a fine mix'd effect on all the senses,
But think not, Silvia, to enjoy the pleasure
Without contributing to make it more.
+Elv.+ How can I be so happy?
+Blan.+ Francisca tells me she has overheard you
Warbling alone such notes unto yourself,
As have not only a good voice betray'd,
But skill to manage it.
+Elv.+ It is Francisca,
That has betray'd a very ill one, madam.
+Blan.+ Under yon palm-tree's shade, there is a seat
That yields to none in the advantages
It lends to music: let's go sit down there.
For this first time, one song shall satisfy.
+Elv.+ When you have heard that one, I shall not fear
Your asking me another.
[_They go and sit down under the palm-tree, and
+Elvira+ sings._
+The Song.+
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