The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 04Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 04
Dryden, John
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_Aur._ I'll swear it then. We two were the two rogues, and you the
discoverer of our villany.
_Ben._ Then, woe, woe, to poor Benito! I find my abundance of wit has
ruined me.
_Aur._ But come a little nearer: I would not receive a good office
from a servant, but I would reward him for his diligence.
_Ben._ Virtue, sir, is its own reward: I expect none from you.
_Aur._ Since it is so, sir, you shall lose no further time in my
service: Henceforward, pray know me for your humble servant; for your
master I am resolved to be no longer.
_Ben._ Nay, rather than so, sir, I beseech you let a good, honest,
sufficient beating atone the difference.
_Aur._ 'Tis in vain.
_Ben._ I am loth to leave you without a guide.
_Aur._ He's at it again! do you hear, Camillo?
_Cam._ Pr'ythee, Aurelian, be mollified, and beat him.
_Fron._ Pray, sir, hear reason, and lay it on, for my sake.
_Aur._ I am obdurate.
_Cam._ But what will your father say, if you part with him?
_Aur._ I care not.
_Ben._ Well, sir, since you are so peremptory, remember I have offered
you satisfaction, and so long my conscience is at ease. What a devil,
before I'll offer myself twice to be beaten, by any master in
Christendom, I'll starve, and that is my resolution; and so your
servant that was, sir. [_Exit._
_Aur._ I am glad I am rid of him; he was my evil genius, and was
always appearing to me, to blast my undertakings: Let me send him
never so far off, the devil would be sure to put him in my way, when I
had any thing to execute. Come, Camillo, now we have changed the dice,
it may be we shall have better fortune. [_Exeunt._
SCENE II.
_Enter the Duke of Mantua in masquerade,_ FREDERICK, VALERIO, _and
others. On the other side, enter_ LUCRETIA, HIPPOLITA, _and_
ASCANIO.
_Luc._ [_To_ ASCA.] The prince I know already, by your description of
his masking habit; but, which is the duke, his father?
_Asca._ He whom you see talking with the prince, and looking this way.
I believe he has observed us.
_Luc._ If he has not, I am resolved we'll make ourselves as remarkable
as we can: I'll exercise my talent of dancing.
_Hip._ And I mine of singing.
_Duke._ [_To_ FRED.] Do you know the company which came in last?
_Fred._ I cannot possibly imagine who they are.--At least I will not
tell you. [_Aside._
_Duke._ There's something very uncommon in the air of one of them.
_Fred._ Please you, sir, I'll discourse with her, and see if I can
satisfy your highness.
_Duke._ Stay, there's a dance beginning, and she seems as if she would
make one.
SONG AND DANCE.
_Long betwixt love and fear Phyllis, tormented,
Shunned her own wish, yet at last she consented:
But loth that day should her blushes discover,
Come, gentle night, she said,
Come quickly to my aid,
And a poor shamefaced maid
Hide from her lover._
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