The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 05Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 05
Dryden, John
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_Beam._ You bore yourself in that as it became you, as one who was a
witness to himself of his own courage; and while, by necessary care of
others, you were forced to decline fighting, shewed how much you did
despise the man who sought the quarrel: 'Twas base in him, so backed
as he is here, to offer it, much more to press you to it.
_Tow._ I may find a foot of ground in Europe to tell the insulting
youth, he better had provoked some other man; but sure I cannot think
'twas he who left that dagger there.
_Beam._ No, for it seems too great a nobleness of spirit, for one like
him to practise: 'Twas certainly an enemy, who came to take your
sleeping life; but thus to leave unfinished the design, proclaims the
act no Dutchman's.
_Tow_ That time will best discover; I'll think no further of it.
_Beam._ I confess you have more pleasing thoughts to employ your mind
at present; I left your bride just ready for the temple, and came to
call you to her.
_Tow._ I'll straight attend you thither.
_Enter_ HARMAN _Sen._ FISCAL, _and_ VAN HERRING.
_Fisc._ Remember, sir, what I advised you; you must seemingly make up
the business. [_To_ HAR. _Sen._
_Har. Sen._ I warrant you.--What, my brave bonny bridegroom, not yet
dressed? You are a lazy lover; I must chide you. [_To_ TOWERSON.
_Tow._ I was just preparing.
_Har. Sen._ I must prevent part of the ceremony: You thought to go to
her; she is by this time at the castle, where she is invited with our
common friends; for you shall give me leave, if you so please, to
entertain you both.
_Tow._ I have some reasons, why I must refuse the honour you intend
me.
_Har. Sen._ You must have none: What! my old friend steal a wedding
from me? In troth, you wrong our friendship.
_Beam._ [_To him aside._] Sir, go not to the castle; you cannot, in
honour, accept an invitation from the father, after an affront from
the son.
_Tow._ Once more I beg your pardon, sir.
_Har. Sen._ Come, come, I know your reason of refusal, but it must not
prevail: My son has been to blame; I'll not maintain him in the least
neglect, which he should show to any Englishman, much less to you, the
best and most esteemed of all my friends.
_Tow._ I should be willing, sir, to think it was a young man's
rashness, or perhaps the rage of a successless rival; yet he might
have spared some words.
_Har. Sen._ Friend, he shall ask your pardon, or I'll no longer own
him; what, ungrateful to a man, whose valour has preserved him? He
shall do it, he shall indeed; I'll make you friends upon your own
conditions; he's at the door, pray let him be admitted; this is a day
of general jubilee.
_Tow._ You command here, you know, sir.
_Fisc._ I'll call him in; I am sure he will be proud, at any rate, to
redeem your kind opinion of him. [_Exit._
FISCAL _re-enters,_ with HARMAN _Junior._
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