English drama (Comedy); English drama -- 17th century
_Mons._ But you will promise then to have the care of my honour? pray,
good madam, have de care of my honour, pray have de care of my honour.
Will you have care of my honour? pray have de care of my honour, and do
not tell if you can help it; pray, dear madam, do not tell. [_Kneels to
them._
_Flirt._ I would not tell for fear of losing you, my love for you will
make me secret.
_Mons._ Why, do you love me?
_Flirt._ Indeed I cannot help telling you now, what my modesty ought to
conceal, but my eyes would disclose it too:--I have a passion for you,
sir.
_Mons._ A passion for me!
_Flirt._ An extreme passion, dear sir; you are so French, so mightily
French, so agreeable French--but I'll tell you more of my heart at
home: come along.
_Mons._ But is your pation sincere?
_Flirt._ The truest in the world.
_Mons._ Well then, I'll venture my body with thee for one night.
_Flirt._ For one night! don't you believe that; and so you would leave
me to-morrow? but I love you so, I cannot part with you, you must keep
me for good and all, if you will have me. I can't leave you for my
heart.
_Mons._ How! keep, _jarni!_ de whore Englis have notinge but keepe,
keepe in dere mouths now-a-days, _tête non!_--Formerly 'twas enoughe to
keep de shild, _ma foi!_
_Flirt._ Nay, I will be kept, else--but, come, we'll talk on't at home.
_Mons._ Umh--so, so, ver vel; de amour of de whore does alway end in
keep, ha! keep, _ma foi!_ keep, ha!--
The punk that entertains you wit her passion,
Is like kind host who makes the invitation,
At your own cost, to his _fort bonne collation._
[_Exeunt._
ACT THE SECOND.
SCENE I.--Don DIEGO'S _House in the morning._
_Enter_ Don DIEGO _in a Spanish habit, and_ Mrs. CAUTION.
_Don._ Have you had a Spanish care of the honour of my family? that is
to say, have you kept my daughter close in my absence, as I directed?
_Mrs. Caut._ I have sir, but it was as much as I could do.
_Don._ I knew that; for 'twas as much as I could do to keep up her
mother;--I that have been in Spain, look you.
_Mrs. Caut._ Nay 'tis a hard task to keep up an Englishwoman.
_Don._ As hard as it is for those who are not kept up to be honest,
look you, _con licencia_, sister.
_Mrs. Caut._ How now, brother! I am sure my husband never kept me up.
_Don._ I knew that, therefore I cried _con licencia_, sister, as the
Spaniards have it.
_Mrs. Caut._ But you Spaniards are too censorious, brother.
_Don._ You Englishwomen, sister, give us too much cause, look you;--but
you are sure my daughter has not seen a man since my departure?
_Mrs. Caut._ No, not so much as a churchman.
_Don._ As a churchman! _voto!_ I thank you for that; not a churchman!
not a churchman!
_Mrs. Caut._ No, not so much as a churchman; but of any, one would
think one might trust a churchman.
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