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
_Bel._ Nay, I imagined as much: Do but look upon his physiognomy--you
have read Baptista Porta? Has he not the leer of a very lewd, debauched
spirit?
_Alon._ He has indeed: Then there's my niece Aurelia, with the spirit of
Don Lopez; but that's well enough; and my daughter Theodosia all alone:
Pray how comes that about?
_Bel._ She's provided for with a familiar too: One that is in this very
room with you, and by your elbow; but I'll shew you him some other time.
_Alon._ And that baggage Beatrix, how I would swinge her, if I had her
here: I'll lay my life she was in the plot for the flight of her
mistresses.
[BEAT. _claps her hands at him._
_Bel._ Sir, you do ill to provoke her; for being the spirit of a woman,
she is naturally mischievous: You see she can scarce hold her hands from
you already.
_Mask._ Let me alone to revenge your quarrel upon Beatrix: If e'er she
come to light, I'll take a course with her, I warrant you, sir.
_Bel._ Now come away, sir, you have seen enough; the spirits are in pain
whilst we are here: We keep them too long condensed in bodies; if we
were gone, they would rarify into air immediately.--Maskall, shut the
door.
[MASK. _goes to the scene, and it closes._
Alon. _Monstrum hominis!_ O prodigy of science!
_Enter two Servants with Don_ MELCHOR.
_Bel._ Now help me with a lie, Maskall, or we are lost.
_Mask._ Sir, I could never lie with man or woman in a fright.
_Serv._ Sir, we found this gentleman bound and gagged, and he desired us
to bring him to you with all haste imaginable.
_Mel._ O, sir, sir! your two daughters and your niece----
_Bel._ They are gone; he knows it:--But are you mad, sir, to set this
pernicious wretch at liberty?
_Mel._ I endeavoured all that I was able----
_Mask._ Now, sir, I have it for you. [_Aside to his master_.]--He was
endeavouring, indeed, to have got away with them; for your daughter
Theodosia was his prize. But we prevented him, and left him in the
condition in which you see him.
_Alon._ I thought somewhat was the matter, that Theodosia had not a
spirit by her, as her sister had.
_Bel._ This was he I meant to shew you.
_Mel._ Do you believe him, sir?
_Bel._ No, no, believe him, sir: You know his truth, ever since he stole
your daughter's diamond.
_Mel._ I swear to you, by my honour--
_Alon._ Nay, a thief I knew him; and yet, after that, he had the
impudence to ask me for my daughter.
_Bel._ Was he so impudent? The case is plain, sir; put him quickly into
custody.
_Mel._ Hear me but one word, sir, and I'll discover all to you.
_Bel._ Hear him not, sir; for my art assures me, if he speaks one
syllable more, he will cause great mischief.
_Alon._ Will he so? I'll stop my ears; away with him.
_Mel._ Your daughters are yet in the garden, hidden by this fellow and
his accomplices.
_Alon._ [_At the same time, drowning him_.] I'll stop my ears, I'll stop
my ears.
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