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
_Prosp._ Did not his eyes infect and poison you?
What alteration found you in yourself?
_Mir._ I only wondered at a sight so new.
_Prosp._ But have you no desire once more to see him?
Come, tell me truly what you think of him.
_Mir._ As of the gayest thing I ever saw,
So fine, that it appeared more fit to be
Beloved than feared, and seemed so near my kind,
That I did think I might have called it sister.
_Prosp._ You do not love it?
_Mir._ How is it likely that I should,
Except the thing had first loved me?
_Prosp._ Cherish those thoughts: You have a generous soul;
And since I see your mind not apt to take
The light impressions of a sudden love,
I will unfold a secret to your knowledge.
That creature, which you saw, is of a kind,
Which nature made a prop and guide to yours.
_Mir._ Why did you then propose him as an object
Of terror to my mind? You never used
To teach me any thing but god-like truths,
And what you said, I did believe as sacred.
_Prosp._ I feared the pleasing form of this young man
Might unawares possess your tender breast,
Which for a nobler guest I had designed;
For shortly, my Miranda, you shall see
Another of this kind, the full blown flower,
Of which this youth was but the opening bud.
Go in, and send your sister to me.
_Mir._ Heaven still preserve you, sir.
[_Exit_ MIR.
_Prosp._ And make thee fortunate.
_Enter_ DORINDA.
Oh, come hither: you have seen a man to-day,
Against my strict command.
_Dor._ Who, I? Indeed I saw him but a little, sir.
_Prosp._ Come, come, be clear. Your sister told me all.
_Dor._ Did she?
Truly she would have seen him more than I,
But that I would not let her.
_Prosp._ Why so?
_Dor._ Because, methought, he would have hurt me less,
Than he would her.
But if I knew you'd not be angry with me,
I could tell you, sir, that he was much to blame.
_Prosp._ Ha! was he to blame?
Tell me, with that sincerity I taught you,
How you became so bold to see the man?
_Dor._ I hope you will forgive me, sir, because
I did not see him much, till he saw me.
Sir, he would needs come in my way, and stared,
And stared upon my face, and so I thought
I would be revenged of him, and, therefore,
I gazed on him as long; but if I e'er
Come near a man again!
_Prosp._ I told you he
Was dangerous; but you would not be warned.
_Dor._ Pray be not angry, sir, if I tell you,
You are mistaken in him; for he did
Me no great hurt.
_Prosp._ But he may do you more harm hereafter.
_Dor._ No, sir, I'm as well as e'er I was in all my life,
But that I cannot eat nor drink for thought of him.
That dangerous man runs ever in my mind.
_Prosp._ The way to cure you is, no more to see him.
_Dor._ Nay, pray, sir, say not so. I promised him
To see him once again; and you know, sir,
You charged me I should never break my promise.
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