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
+Don Z.+ There's no dishonour in a wise retreat
From disadvantages, to meet again
One's enemy upon a fairer score.
[_+Chichon+ pushing his master before him out of door._
+Chi.+ [_Aside to his master._] There 'tis; advance, sir,
I'll make good the rear.
[_Exit +Don Zancho+ and +Chichon+._
+Don J.+ Ho! who's without? bring lights.
[_He stamps._] They annot hear us,
The room is so remote from all the rest.--
What a confusion's this! Recall, Fernando,
Your usual temper, and let's leave this place,
And that unhappy maid unto its darkness,
To hide her blushes, since her shame it cannot.
[_Exit +Don Julio+ groping, and drawing +Don
Fernando+ with him._
+Elv.+ [_Alone._] Darkness and horror welcome, since the gods
Live in the dark themselves; for had they light
Of what's done here below, they would afford
Some ray to shine on injur'd innocence,
And not, instead thereof, thus multiply
Obscuring clouds upon it, such as the sun,
Should he with all his beams illuminate
Men's understandings, scarce could dissipate.
I now begin to pardon thee, Fernando,
Since what thou hast heard in this enchanted place
Carries conviction in 't against my firmness,
Above the pow'r of nature to suspend
My condemnation: unless wrong'd virtue might
Expect in thee a justice so refin'd,
As ne'er was found in man to womankind.
'Tis now, I must confess, the lost Elvira
Fit only for a cloister, where, secure
In her own spotless mind, she may defy
All censures, and without impiety
Reproach her fate even to the deity. [_Exit, groping her way._
FOOTNOTES:
[14] [The proverb is, Everything hath an end, and a pudding hath two.]
[15] [The wife of Brutus.]
[16] [_i.e._, A fool. See Hazlitt's "Proverbs," 1869, p. 38.]
ACT V.
_Enter +Don Julio+ talking to himself, and at another
door +Fernando+ who, perceiving it, stands close._
+Don J.+ Bless'd be the gods that yet my honour's safe
Amidst such strange perplexities, from which
Fortune and wit (I think) together join'd,
With all their strength, could hardly an issue find.
To temper, comfort, or to serve my friend
What argument? what means? how to assist
Don Pedro in his aims, and to comply
With what I owe the duke, I see as little;
And less conceive, how to behave myself,
As ought a gentleman towards a lady,
With whose protection he hath charg'd himself,
And brought her to his house on that assurance;
Whom to expose cannot consist with honour,
However she may have expos'd her own;
And (least of all) how to repair to Blanca
The injury I have done her, whose high spirit,
I fear, will be implacable. O heavens!
What a condition's mine?
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