The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 03Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 03
Dryden, John
English drama -- 17th century
_Theo._ I hope then, learned sir, as you have been
curious in enquiring into my secrets, you will be so much a cavalier as
to conceal them.
_Bel._ You need not doubt me, madam; I am more in your power than you
can be in mine: Besides, if I were once known in town, the next thing,
for aught I know, would be to bring me before the fathers of the
inquisition.
_Beat._ Well, madam, what do you think of me now? I have betrayed you, I
have sold you! how can you ever make me amends for this imputation? I
did not think you could have used me so----
[_Cries, and claps her hands at her._
_Theo._ Nay, pr'ythee, Beatrix, do not cry; I'll
leave off my new gown to-morrow, and thou shalt have it.
_Beat._ No, I'll cry eternally! you have taken away my good name from
me; and you can never make me recompence----except you give me your new
gorget too.
_Theo._ No more words; thou shalt have it, girl.
_Beat._ O, madam, your father has surprised us!
_Enter_ DON ALONZO, _and frowns_.
_Bel._ Then, I'll begone, to avoid suspicion.
_Theo._ By your favour, sir, you shall stay a little; the happiness of
so rare an acquaintance ought to be cherished on my side by a longer
conversation.
_Alon._ Theodosia, what business have you with this cavalier?
_Theo._ That, sir, which will make you as ambitious of being known to
him as I have been: Under the habit of a gallant, he conceals the
greatest astrologer this day living.
_Alon._ You amaze me, daughter!
_Theo._ For my own part, I have been consulting with him about some
particulars of my fortunes past and future; both which he has resolved
me with that admirable knowledge----
_Bel._ Yes, faith, sir, I was foretelling her of a disaster that
severely threatened her: And--one thing I foresee already by my stars,
that I must bear up boldly, or I am lost.
[_Aside._
_Mask._ [_To_ BEL.] Never fear him, sir; he's an
ignorant fellow, and credulous, I warrant him.
_Alon._ Daughter, be not too confident in your belief; there's nothing
more uncertain than the old prophecies of these Nostradamusses; but of
what nature was the question which you asked him?
_Theo._ What should be my fortune in marriage.
_Alon._ And, pray, what did you answer, sir?
_Bel._ I answered her the truth, that she is in danger of marrying a
gentleman without a fortune.
_Theo._ And this, sir, has put me in such a fright--
_Alon._ Never trouble yourself about it, daughter; follow my advice, and
I warrant you a rich husband.
_Bel._ But the stars say she shall not follow your advice: If it happens
otherwise, I'll burn my folio volumes, and my manuscripts too, I assure
you that, sir.
_Alon._ Be not too confident, young man; I know
somewhat in astrology myself; for, in my younger
years, I studied it; and, though I say it, made
some small proficiency in it.
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