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
_Ferd._ He's still so ignorant, that I pity him,
And fain would avoid force. [_Aside_.]--Pray do not see her,
She was mine first; you have no right to her.
_Hip._ I have not yet considered what is right;
But, sir, I know my inclinations are
To love all women; and I have been taught,
That to dissemble what I think is base.
In honour, then, of truth, I must declare,
That I do love, and I will see your woman.
_Ferd._ Would you be willing I should see and love
Your woman, and endeavour to seduce her
From that affection, which she vowed to you?
_Hip._ I would not you should do it, but if she
Should love you best, I cannot hinder her.
But, sir, for fear she should, I will provide
Against the worst, and try to get your woman.
_Ferd._ But I pretend no claim at all to yours;
Besides, you are more beautiful than I,
And fitter to allure unpractised hearts:
Therefore I once more beg you will not see her.
_Hip._ I'm glad you let me know I have such beauty;
If that will get me women, they shall have it
As far as ere 'twill go: I'll never want them.
_Ferd._ Then, since you have refused this act of friendship,
Provide yourself a sword, for we must fight.
_Hip._ A sword! what's that?
_Ferd._ Why such a thing as this.
_Hip._ What should I do with it?
_Ferd._ You must stand thus,
And push against me, while I push at you,
'Till one of us fall dead.
_Hip._ This is brave sport:
But we have no swords growing in our world.
_Ferd._ What shall we do then to decide our quarrel?
_Hip._ We'll take the sword by turns, and fight with it.
_Ferd._ Strange ignorance! [_Aside_.]--You must defend your life,
And so must I. But since you have no sword,
Take this: [_Gives him his sword_.] For in a corner of my cave
I found a rusty one; perhaps 'twas his,
Who keeps me pris'ner here: That I will fit:
When next we meet, prepare yourself to fight.
_Hip._ Make haste then, this shall ne'er be yours again.
I mean to fight with all the men I meet,
And, when they're dead, their women shall be mine.
_Ferd._ I see you are unskilful: I desire not
To take your life, but, if you please, we'll fight
On these conditions; he, who first draws blood,
Or who can take the other's weapon from him,
Shall be acknowledged as the conqueror,
And both the women shall be his.
_Hip._ Agreed,
And every day I'll fight for two more with you.
_Ferd._ But win these first.
_Hip._ I'll warrant you I'll push you.
[_Exeunt severally._
SCENE III.--_The wild Island._
_Enter_ TRINCALO, CALIBAN, _and_ SYCORAX.
_Calib._ My lord, I see 'em coming yonder.
_Trinc._ Whom?
_Calib._ The starved prince, and his two thirsty subjects, that would
have our liquor.
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