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
Merc. _Item_, that she shall keep no male servants in her house:
_Item_, no rival lap-dog for a bedfellow: _Item_, that she shall never
pray to any of the gods.
_Phæd._ What, would you have me an atheist?
_Merc._ No devotion to any he-deity, good Phædra.
_Brom._ Here's no provision made for children yet.
_Phæd._ Well remembered, Bromia; I bargain that my eldest son shall be
a hero, and my eldest daughter a king's mistress.
_Merc._ That is to say, a blockhead, and a harlot, Phædra.
_Phæd._ That's true; but who dares call them so? Then, for the younger
children--But now I think on't, we'll have no more, but Mass and Miss;
for the rest would be but chargeable, and a burden to the nation.
_Merc._ Yes, yes; the second shall be a false prophet: he shall have
wit enough to set up a new religion, and too much wit to die a martyr
for it.
_Phæd._ O what had I forgot? there's pin-money, and alimony, and
separate maintenance, and a thousand things more to be considered, that
are all to be tacked to this act of settlement.
_Sos._ I am a fool, I must confess; but yet I can see as far into a
mill-stone as the best of you. I have observed, that you women-wits
are commonly so quick upon the scent, that you often over-run it:
now I would ask of Madam Phædra, that in case Mr Heaven there should
be pleased to break these articles, in what court of judicature she
intends to sue him?
_Phæd._ The fool has hit upon't:--Gods, and great men, are never to be
sued, for they can always plead privilege of peerage; and therefore
for once, monsieur, I'll take your word; for, as long as you love me,
you'll be sure to keep it: and, in the mean time, I shall be gaining
experience how to manage some rich cully; for no woman ever made her
fortune by a wit.
_It thunders; and the company within doors_, AMPHITRYON, ALCMENA,
POLIDAS, _and_ TRANIO, _all come running out, and join with the
rest, who were on the stage before_.
_Amph._ Sure 'tis some god; he vanished from our sight,
And told us, we should see him soon return.
_Alcm._ I know not what to hope, nor what to fear.
A simple error is a real crime,
And unconsenting innocence is lost.
_A second peal of Thunder. After which_, JUPITER _appears in a Machine_.
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