_Sebastian_ after all the violence of his Repentance, his grasping at self Murther, and Resolutions for the _Cell_, is strangely pleased with the Remembrance of his _Incest_, and wishes the Repetition of it: And _Almeida_ out of her Princely Modesty, and singular Compunction, is of the same mind. This is somewhat surprising! _Oedipus_ and _Jocasta_ in _Sophocles_ don't Repent at this rate. No: The horror of the first Discovery continues upon their Spirits: They never relapse into any fits of Intemperance, nor entertain themselves with a lewd Memory. This sort of Behaviour is not only more Instructive but more Natural too. It being very unlikely one should wish the Repeating a Crime, when He was almost Distracted at the thoughts on't, At the thoughts on't, tho' 'twas comitted under all the Circumstances of excuse. Now when Ignorance and meer Mistake are so very disquieting, 'tis very strange if a Man should plague his Mind with the Aggravations of Knowledge; To carry Aversion, and Desire, in their full strength upon the same Object; To fly and pursue with so much eagerness, is somewhat Unusual.[328] If we step to the _Spanish Fryar_ He will afford us a Flight worth the observing. 'Tis part of the Addresses of _Torrismond_ to _Leonora_. _You are so Beautiful So wondrous Fair, you justifie Rebellion; As if that faultless Face could make no Sin, But Heaven by looking on it must forgive._ These are strange Compliments! _Torrismond_ calls his Queen Rebel to her head, when he was both her General and her Lover. This is powerful Rhetorick to Court a Queen with! Enough one would think to have made the Affair desperate. But he has a Remedy at hand. The _Poets Nostrum_ of Profaness cures all. He does as good as tell Her, she may Sin as much as she has a mind to. Her Face is a Protection to her Conscience. For Heaven is under a necessity to forgive a Handsom Woman. To say all this ought to be pass'd over in _Torrismond_ on the score of his Passion, is to make the Excuse more scandalous than the Fault, if possible. Such Raptures are fit only for _Bedlam_, or a place which I shan't name. _Love Triumphant_ will furnish another Rant not altogether inconsiderable. Here _Celadea_ a Maiden Lady when she was afraid her Spark would be married to another, calls out presently for a _Chaos_. She is for pulling the World about her ears, tumbling all the Elements together, and expostulates with Heaven for making Humane Nature otherwise than it should have been. _Great Nature break thy chain that links together The Fabrick of this Globe, and make a Chaos, Like that within my Soul._----[329] Now to my fancy, if she had call'd for a _Chair_ instead of a _Chaos_, trip'd off, and kept her folly to her self, the Woman had been much wiser. And since we have shown our Skill in vaulting on the High Ropes, a little _Tumbling_ on the _Stage_, may not do amiss for variety.