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
_Hip._ Yes, me you may, for we are now acquainted:
But he's the man, of whom your father warned you;
O, he's a terrible, huge, monstrous creature!
I'm but a woman to him.
_Dor._ I will see him,
Except you'll promise not to see my sister.
_Hip._ Yes, for your sake, I needs must see your sister.
_Dor._ But she's a terrible, huge creature too!
If I were not her sister, she would eat me;
Therefore take heed.
_Hip._ I heard that she was fair,
And like you.
_Dor._ No, indeed, she's like my father,
With a great beard; 'twould fright you to look on her:
Therefore that man and she may go together,
They are fit for nobody but one another.
_Hip._ [_Looking in_.] Yonder he comes with glaring eyes; fly! fly!
Before he sees you.
_Dor._ Must we part so soon?
_Hip._ You're a lost woman if you see him.
_Dor._ I would not willingly be lost, for fear
You should not find me. I'll avoid him.
[_Exit_ DOR.
_Hip._ She fain would have deceived me, but I know
Her sister must be fair, for she's a woman;
All of a kind, that I have seen, are like
To one another: All the creatures of
The rivers and the woods are so.
_Enter_ FERDINAND.
_Ferd._ O, well encountered! you are the happy man!
You've got the hearts of both the beauteous women.
_Hip._ How, sir! pray, are you sure on't?
_Ferd._ One of them charged me to love you for her sake.
_Hip._ Then I must have her.
_Ferd._ No, not till I am dead.
_Hip._ How dead? what's that?--But whatsoe'er it be,
I long to have her.
_Ferd._ Time and my grief may make me die.
_Hip._ But, for a friend, you should make haste; I ne'er
Asked any thing of you before.
_Ferd._ I see your ignorance,
And, therefore, will instruct you in my meaning.
The woman, whom I love, saw you, and loved you;
Now, sir, if you love her, you'll cause my death.
_Hip._ Be sure I'll do it then.
_Ferd._ But I am your friend;
And I request you that you would not love her.
_Hip._ When friends request unreasonable things,
Sure they're to be denied. You say she's fair;
And I must love all who are fair: for, to tell you
A secret, sir, which I have lately found
Within myself, they're all made for me.
_Ferd._ That's but a fond conceit: You're made for one,
And one for you.
_Hip._ You cannot tell me, sir;
I know I'm made for twenty hundred women,
(I mean, if there so many be i'the world,)
So that, if I once see her, I shall love her.
_Ferd._ Then do not see her.
_Hip._ Yes, sir, I must see her:
For I would fain have my heart beat again,
Just as it did when I first saw her sister.
_Ferd._ I find I must not let you see her then.
_Hip._ How will you hinder me?
_Ferd._ By force of arms.
_Hip._ By force of arms!
My arms, perhaps, may be as strong as yours.
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