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
_Enter a Servant to_ ALONZO.
_Ser._ Sir----
[_Whispers._
_Alon._ Sir, I am sorry a business of importance
calls me hence; but I'll wait on you some other time, to discourse more
at large of astrology.
_Bel._ Is your business very pressing?
_Alon._ It is, I assure you, sir.
_Bel._ I am very sorry, for I should have instructed you in such rare
secrets! I have no fault, but that I am too communicative.
_Alon._ I'll dispatch my business, and return immediately; come away,
daughter.
[_Exeunt_ ALON. THEO. BEAT. _and Serv_.
_Bel._ A devil on his learning; he had brought me to
my last legs; I was fighting as low as ever was 'Squire Widdrington.
_Mask._ Who would have suspected it from that wicked elder?
_Bel._ Suspected it? why 'twas palpable from his very physiognomy; he
looks like Haly, and the spirit Fircue in the fortune-book.
_Enter_ WILDBLOOD.
_Wild._ How now, Bellamy! in wrath! pr'ythee, what's the matter?
_Bel._ The story is too long to tell you; but this rogue here has made
me pass for an arrant fortune-teller.
_Mask._ If I had not, I am sure he must have passed for an arrant mad
man; he had discovered, in a rage, all that Beatrix had confessed to me
concerning her mistress's love; and I had no other way to bring him off,
but to say he knew it by the planets.
_Wild._ And art thou such an oaf to be vexed at this? as the adventure
may be managed, it may make the most pleasant one in all the carnival.
_Bel._ Death! I shall have all Madrid about me in these two days.
_Wild._ Nay, all Spain, i'faith, as fast as I can divulge thee: Not a
ship shall pass out from any port, but shall ask thee for a wind; thou
shalt have all the trade of Lapland within a month.
_Bel._ And do you think it reasonable for me to stand defendant to all
the impertinent questions, that the town can ask me?
_Wild._ Thou shalt do't, boy: Pox on thee, thou dost not know thine own
happiness; thou wilt have the ladies come to thee; and if thou dost not
fit them with fortunes, thou art bewitched.
_Mask._ Sir, 'tis the easiest thing in nature; you need but speak
doubtfully, or keep yourself in general terms, and, for the most part,
tell good rather than bad fortune.
_Wild._ And if at any time thou venturest at particulars, have an
evasion ready like Lilly; as thus,--It will infallibly happen, if our
sins hinder not.--I would undertake, with one of his almanacks, to give
very good content to all Christendom, and what good luck fell not out in
one kingdom, should in another.
_Mask._ The pleasure on't will be to see how all his customers will
contribute to their own deceiving; and verily believe he told them that,
which they told him.
_Bel._ Umph! now I begin to taste it; I am like the drunken tinker in
the play, a great prince, and never knew it.
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