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._ Yes, and then have rolled into the sheets, and turned o' the
t'other side to snore, without so much as a parting blow; till about
midnight he would have wakened in a maze, and found first he was
married by putting forth a foot, and feeling a woman by him; and, it
may be, then, instead of kissing, desired yough Fro to hold his head.
_Col._ And by that night's work have given her a proof, what she might
expect for ever after.
_Beam._ In my conscience, you Hollanders never get your children, but
in the spirit of brandy; you are exalted then a little above your
natural phlegm, and only that, which can make you fight, and destroy
men, makes you get them.
_Fisc._ You may live to know, that we can kill men when we are sober.
_Beam._ Then they must be drunk, and not able to defend themselves.
_Jul._ Pray leave this talk, and let us try if we can surprise the
lovers under some convenient tree: Shall we separate, and look them?
_Beam._ Let you and I go together then, and if we cannot find them, we
shall do as good, for we shall find one another.
_Fisc._ Pray take that path, or that; I will pursue this.
[_Exeunt all but the_ FISCAL.
_Fisc._ So, now I have diverted them from Harman, I'll look for him
myself, and see how he speeds in his adventure.
_Enter_ HARMAN _Junior._
_Har. Jun._ Who goes there?
_Fisc._ A friend: I was just in quest of you, so are all the company:
Where have you left the bride?
_Har. Jun._ Tied to a tree and gagged, and--
_Fisc._ And what? Why do you stare and tremble? Answer me like a man.
_Har. Jun._ Oh, I have nothing left of manhood in me! I am turned
beast or devil. Have I not horns, and tail, and leathern wings?
Methinks I should have by my actions. Oh, I have done a deed so ill, I
cannot name it.
_Fisc._ Not name it, and yet do it? That's a fool's modesty: Come,
I'll name it for you: You have enjoyed your mistress.
_Har. Jun._ How easily so great a villany comes from thy mouth! I have
done worse, I have ravished her.
_Fisc._ That's no harm, so you have killed her afterwards.
_Har. Jun._ Killed her! why thou art a worse fiend than I.
_Fisc._ Those fits of conscience in another might be excusable; but in
you, a Dutchman, who are of a race that are born rebels, and live
every where on rapine,--would you degenerate, and have remorse? Pray,
what makes any thing a sin but law? and, what law is there here
against it? Is not your father chief? Will he condemn you for a petty
rape? the woman an Amboyner, and, what's less, now married to an
Englishman! Come, if there be a hell, 'tis but for those that sin in
Europe, not for us in Asia; heathens have no hell. Tell me, how was't?
Pr'ythee, the history.
_Har. Jun._ I forced her. What resistance she could make she did, but
'twas in vain; I bound her, as I told you, to a tree.
_Fisc._ And she exclaimed, I warrant--
_Har. Jun._ Yes; and called heaven and earth to witness.
_Fisc._ Not after it was done?
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