The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 06Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 06
Dryden, John
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_Pand._ Nothing, do you call it! is that nothing, do you call that
nothing? why he looks, for all the world, like one of your rascally
malefactors, just thrown off the gibbet, with his cap down, his arms
tied down, his feet sprunting, his body swinging. Nothing do you call
it? this is nothing, with a vengeance!
_Cress._ Or, what think you of a hurt bird, that flutters about with a
broken wing?
_Pand._ Why go to then, he cannot fly away then; then, that's certain,
that's undoubted: there he lies to be taken up: but if you had seen
him, when I said to him,--Take a good heart, man, and follow me; and
fear no colours, and speak your mind, man: she can never stand you;
she will fall, an' 'twere a leaf in autumn,--
_Cress._ Did you tell him all this, without my consent?
_Pand._ Why you did consent, your eyes consented; they blabbed, they
leered, their very corners blabbed. But you'll say, your tongue said
nothing. No, I warrant it: your tongue was wiser; your tongue was
better bred; your tongue kept its own counsel: nay, I'll say that for
you, your tongue said nothing.--Well, such a shamefaced couple did I
never see, days o'my life! so 'fraid of one another; such ado to bring
you to the business! Well, if this job were well over, if ever I lose
my pains again with an aukward couple, let me be painted in the
sign-post for the _labour in vain_: Fye upon't, fye upon't! there's no
conscience in't: all honest people will cry shame on't.
_Cress._ Where is this monster to be shown? what's to be given for a
sight of him?
_Pand._ Why, ready money, ready money; you carry it about you: give
and take is square-dealing; for in my conscience he's as arrant a maid
as you are. I was fain to use violence to him, to pull him hither: and
he pulled, and I pulled: for you must know he's absolutely the
strongest youth in Troy. T'other day he took Helen in one hand, and
Paris in t'other, and danc'd 'em at one another at arms-end an' 'twere
two moppets:--there was a back! there were bone and sinews! there was
a back for you!
_Cress._ For these good procuring offices you'll be damned one day,
uncle.
_Pand._ Who, I damned? Faith, I doubt I shall; by my troth I think I
shall: nay if a man be damned for doing good, as thou say'st, it may
go hard with me.
_Cress._ Then I'll not see prince Troilus; I'll not be accessary to
your damnation.
_Pand._ How, not see prince Troilus? why I have engaged, I have
promised, I have past my word. I care not for damning, let me alone
for damning; I value not damning in comparison with my word. If I am
damned, it shall be a good damning to thee, girl, thou shalt be my
heir; come, 'tis a virtuous girl; thou shalt help me to keep my word,
thou shalt see prince Troilus.
_Cress._ The venture's great.
_Pand._ No venture in the world; thy mother ventured it for thee, and
thou shalt venture it for my little cousin, that must be.
_Cress._ Weigh but my fears: Prince Troilus is young.--
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