The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 08Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 08
Dryden, John
English drama -- 17th century
That I have shewn this weakness.--Let me go,
Where I may blush alone;-- [_Going, and looking back on him._
But come not you,
Lest I should spoil you with excess of fondness,
And let you love again. [_Exit_ ALCMENA.
_Jup._ Forbidding me to follow, she invites me:--
This is the mould of which I made the sex:
I gave them but one tongue, to say us nay;
And two kind eyes to grant.--Be sure that none
Approach, to interrupt our privacy. [_To_ MERC.
[_Exit_ JUPITER _after_ ALCMENA.
MERCURY _and_ PHÆDRA _remain_.
_Merc._ Your lady has made the challenge of reconciliation to my lord:
here's a fair example for us two, Phædra.
_Phæd._ No example at all, Sosia; for my lady had the diamonds
beforehand, and I have none of the gold goblet.
_Merc._ The goblet shall be forthcoming, if thou wilt give me weight
for weight.
_Phæd._ Yes, and measure for measure too, Sosia; that is, for a
thimble-full of gold, a thimble-full of love.
_Merc._ What think you now, Phædra? Here's a weighty argument of love
for you.
[_Pulling out the Goblet in a case from under his Cloak._
_Phæd._ Now Jupiter, of his mercy, let me kiss thee, O thou dear metal!
[_Taking it in both hands._
_Merc._ And Venus, of her mercy, let me kiss thee, dear, dear Phædra!
_Phæd._ Not so fast, Sosia; there's a damned proverb in your
way,--"Many things happen betwixt the cup and the lip," you know.
_Merc._ Why, thou wilt not cheat me of my goblet?
_Phæd._ Yes, as sure as you would cheat me of my maidenhead: I am
yet but just even with you, for the last trick you played me. And,
besides, this is but a bare retaining fee; you must give me another
before the cause is opened.
_Merc._ Shall I not come to your bed-side to-night?
_Phæd._ No, nor to-morrow night neither; but this shall be my
sweetheart in your place: 'tis a better bedfellow, and will keep me
warmer in cold weather.
[_Exit_ PHÆDRA.
MERCURY _alone_.
_Merc._ Now, what's the god of wit in a woman's hand? This very goblet
I stole from Gripus; and he got it out of bribes, too. But this is the
common fate of ill-gotten goods, that, as they came in by covetousness,
they go out by whoring.--
_Enter_ AMPHITRYON.
Oh, here's Amphitryon again; but I'll manage him above in the balcony
[_Exit_ MERCURY.
_Amph._ Not one of those, I looked for, to be found,
As some enchantment hid them from my sight!
Perhaps, as Sosia says, 'tis witchcraft all.
Seals may be opened, diamonds may be stolen;
But how I came, in person, yesterday,
And gave that present to Alcmena's hands,
That which I never gave, nor ever came,--
O there's the rock on which my reason splits!
Would that were all! I fear my honour, too.
I'll try her once again;--she may be mad;--
A wretched remedy; but all I have,
To keep me from despair.
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