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
_Wild._ To do this in the beginning of an amour, and to a jealous
servant as I am! had I all the wealth of Peru, I would not let go one
maravedis to you.
_Jac._ To this I answer----
_Wild._ Answer nothing, for it will but inflame the quarrel betwixt us:
I must come to myself by little and little; and when I am ready for
satisfaction, I will take it: But at present it is not for my honour to
be friends.
_Beat._ Pray let us neighbour princes interpose a little.
_Wild._ When I have conquered, you may interpose; but at present the
mediation of all Christendom would be fruitless.
_Jac._ Though Christendom can do nothing with you, yet I hope an African
may prevail. Let me beg you, for the sake of the lady Fatima.
_Wild._ I begin to suspect, that lady Fatima is no better than she
should be. If she be turned Christian again, I am undone.
_Jac._ By Alla, I am afraid on't too: By Mahomet, I am.
_Wild._ Well, well, madam, any man may be overtaken with an oath; but I
never meant to perform it with her: You know, no oaths are to be kept
with infidels. But----
_Jac._ No; the love you made was certainly a design of charity you had
to reconcile the two religions. There's scarce such another man in
Europe, to be sent apostle to convert the Moor ladies.
_Wild._ Faith, I would rather widen their breaches, than make them up.
_Jac._ I see there's no hope of a reconcilement with you; and therefore
I give it over as desperate.
_Wild._ You have gained your point, you have my money; and I was only
angry, because I did not know 'twas you, who had it.
_Jac._ This will not serve your turn, sir: what I have got, I have
conquered from you.
_Wild._ Indeed you use me like one that's conquered; for you have
plundered me of all I had.
_Jac._ I only disarmed you, for fear you should rebel again; for if you
had the sinews of war, I am sure you would be flying out.
_Wild._ Dare but to stay without a new servant, till I am flush again;
and I will love you, and treat you, and present you at that unreasonable
rate, that I will make you an example to all unbelieving mistresses.
_Jac._ Well, I will try you once more; but you must make haste then,
that we may be within our time; methinks our love is drawn out so
subtle already, that 'tis near breaking.
_Wild._ I will have more care of it on my part, than the kindred of an
old pope have to preserve him.
_Jac._ Adieu; for this time I wipe off your score, till you are caught
tripping in some new amour.
[_Exeunt Women._
_Mask._ You have used me very kindly, sir; I thank you.
_Wild._ You deserved it for not having a lie ready for my occasions. A
good servant should be no more without it, than a soldier without his
arms. But, pr'ythee, advise me what's to be done to get Jacintha.
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