Young Geraldine. May He that made you So just and good still guard you!--Not to bed; So I perhaps might oversleep myself, And then my tardy waking might betray me To the more early household; thus as I am, I’ll rest me on this pallet.--But in vain: I find no sleep can fasten on mine eyes, There are in this disturbèd brain of mine So many mutinous fancies. This to me Will be a tedious night; how shall I spend it? No book that I can spy? no company? A little let me recollect myself. Oh, what more wishèd company can I find, Suiting the apt occasion, time, and place, Than the sweet contemplation of her beauty; And the fruition too, time may produce, Of what is yet lent out? ’Tis a sweet lady, And every way accomplished: hath mere accident Brought me thus near, and I not visit her? Should it arrive her ear, perhaps might breed Our lasting separation; for, ’twixt lovers, No quarrels to unkindness.[3.45] Sweet opportunity Offers prevention, and invites me to’t: The house is known to me, the stairs and rooms; The way into her chamber frequently Trodden by me at midnight, and all hours: How joyful to her would a meeting be, So strange and unexpected--shadowed too Beneath the veil of night! I am resolved To give her visitation in that place Where we have passed deep vows--her bed-chamber: My fiery love this darkness makes seem bright, And this the path that leads to my delight, [_Goes in at one door, and comes out at another_.][3.46] And this the gate unto’t.--I’ll listen first, Before too rudely I disturb her rest And gentle breathing. Ha! she’s sure awake, For in the bed two whisper, and their voices Appear to me unequal;--one a woman’s-- And hers! The other should be no maid’s tongue, It bears too big a tone. And hark, they laugh-- Damnation! But list further; t’other sounds Like--’tis the same false perjured Delavil, traitor To friend and goodness. Unchaste, impious woman, False to all faith and true conjugal love; There’s met a serpent and a crocodile, A Sinon and a Circe. Oh, to what May I compare you?----Out, my sword! I’ll act a noble execution On two unmatched for sordid villainy-- I left it in my chamber, and thank Heaven That I did so! it hath prevented me From playing a base hangman. Sin securely, Whilst I, although for many yet less faults, Strive hourly to repent me! I once loved her, And was to him entire. Although I pardon, Heaven will find time to punish: I’ll not stretch My just revenge so far as once by blabbing To make your brazen impudence to blush-- Damn on--revenge too great; and, to suppress Your souls yet lower, without hope to rise, Heap Ossa upon Pelion. You have made me To hate my very country, because here bred Near two such monsters. First I’ll leave this house, And then my father’s; next I’ll take my leave, Both of this clime and nation, travel till Age snow upon this head. My passions now