The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 02Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 02
Dryden, John
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_Ast_. And yet not sound.
His ignorance of your true thoughts
Excuses this; you did seem cruel, madam.
_Queen_. But much of kindness still mixed with it.
Who could mistake so grossly, not to know
A Cupid frowning, when he draws his bow?
_Ast_. He's going now to smart for his offence.
_Queen_. Should he, without my leave, depart from
hence?
_Ast_. No matter; since you hate him, let him go.
_Queen_. But I my hate by my revenge will show:
Besides, his head's a forfeit to the state.
_Ast_. When you take that, I will believe you hate.
Let him possess, and then he'll soon repent;
And so his crime will prove his punishment.
_Queen_. He may repent; but he will first possess.
_Ast_. O, madam, now your hatred you confess:
If his possessing her your rage does move,
'Tis jealousy, the avarice of love.
_Queen_. No more, Asteria.
Seek Lysimantes out, bid him set his guards
Through all the court and city.
Prevent their marriage first; then stop their flight.
Some fitting punishments I will ordain,
But speak not you of Philocles again:
'Tis bold to search, and dangerous to find,
Too much of heaven's, or of a prince's mind.
[_Queen descends, and exit_.
_As the Queen has done speaking,_ FLAVIA _is going
hastily over the stage;_ ASTERIA _sees her_.
_Ast_. Flavia, Flavia, whither so fast?
_Fla_. Did you call, Asteria?
_Ast_. The queen has business with Prince Lysimantes;
Speak to any gentleman in the court, to fetch him.
[_Exit_ ASTERIA _from above_.
_Fla_. I suspect somewhat, but I'll watch you close;
Prince Lysimantes has not chose in me
The worst spy of the court--
Celadon! what makes he here?
_Enter_ CELADON, OLINDA, _and_ SABINA; _they walk over the
stage together, he seeming to court them_.
_Olind_. Nay, sweet Celadon--
_Sab_. Nay, dear Celadon.
_Fla_. O ho! I see his business now; 'tis with Melissa's two
daughters: Look, look, how he peeps about, to see if the coast be
clear; like an hawk that will not plume, if she be looked on.
[_Exeunt_ CEL. OLIND. _and_ SAB.
So--at last he has trussed his quarry.
_Enter_ FLORIMEL.
_Flo_. Did you see Celadon this way?
_Fla_. If you had not asked the question, I should have thought
you had come from watching him; he's just gone off with Melissa's
daughters.
_Flo_. Melissa's daughters! he did not court 'em, I hope?
_Fla_. So busily, he lost no time: While he was teaching the one
a tune, he was kissing the other's hand.
_Flo_. O fine gentleman!
_Fla_. And they so greedy of him! did you never see two fishes
about a bait, tugging it this way and t'other way? for my part, I
looked at least he should have lost a leg or arm i'the service.--Nay,
never vex yourself, but e'en resolve to break with him.
_Flo_. No, no, 'tis not come to that yet; I'll correct him first,
and then hope the best from time.
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