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
English literature
_Hip_. Why does he fear my lord should love a
woman?
The passion of this boy is so like mine,
That it amazes me. [_Aside_.
_Enter a Servant_.
_Serv_. Young gentleman,
Your master calls for you.
_Hip_. I'll think upon't--
[_Exuent_ HIPPOLITO _and Serv_
_Enter_ JULIA _to_ AMIDEO.
_Jul_. Now is the time, he is alone.
_Amid_. Here comes
The saint, my lord adores; love, pardon me
The fault, I must commit.
_Jul_. Fair youth, I am
A suitor to you.
_Amid_. So am I to you.
_Jul_. You see me here a prisoner.
_Amid_. My request
Is, I may set you free; make haste, sweet madam;
Which way would you go?
_Jul_. To the next
Religious house.
_Amid_. Here through the garden, madam;
How I commend your holy resolution! [_Exeunt_.
_Enter_ DON MANUEL _in the street, and a Servant
with him_.
_Man_. Angelina fled to a monastery, say you?
_Serv_. So 'tis given out: I could not see her woman:
But, for your sister, what you heard is true;
I saw her at the inn:
They told me, she was brought in late last night;
By a young cavalier, they showed me there.
_Man_. This must be he that rescued me:
What would I give to see him!
_Serv_. Fortune is
Obedient to your wishes; he was coming
To find out you; I waited on him to
The turning of the street, and stepped before
To tell you of it.
_Man_. You o'erjoy me.
_Serv_. This, sir, is he.
_Enter_ GONSALVO. DON MANUEL _is running to
embrace him, and stops_.
_Man_.--The captain of the robbers!
_Gons_. As such, indeed, you promised me your
sister.
_Man_. I promised all the interest I should have;
Because I thought, before you came to claim it,
A husband's right would take my title from me.
_Gons_. I come to see if any manly virtue
Can dwell with falsehood: Draw, thou'st injured me.
_Man_. You say already I have done you wrong,
And yet would have me right you by a greater.
_Gons_. Poor abject thing!
_Man_. Who doubts another's courage
Wants it himself; but I, who know my own,
Will not receive a law from you to fight,
Or to forbear: for then I grant your courage
To master mine, when I am forced to do
What of myself I would not.
_Gons_. Your reason?
_Man_. You saved my life.
_Gons_. I'll quit that debt, to be
In a capacity of forcing you
To keep your promise with me; for I come
To learn, your sister is not yet disposed.
_Man_. I've lost all privilege to defend my life;
And, if you take it now, 'tis no new conquest;
Like fish, first taken in a river, then
Bestowed in ponds to catch a second time.
_Gons_. Mark but how partially you plead your
cause,
Pretending breach of honour if you fight,
Yet think it none to violate your word.
_Man_. I cannot give my sister to a robber.
_Gons_. You shall not; I am none, but born of blood
As noble as yourself; my fortunes equal
At least with yours, my reputation yet,
I think, unstained.
_Man_. I wish, sir, it may prove so;
I never had so strong an inclination
To believe any man as you--But yet--
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