English drama (Comedy); English drama -- 17th century
_Man._ Strange charms indeed! she has beauty enough to call in question
her wit or virtue, and her form would make a starved hermit a ravisher;
yet her virtue and conduct would preserve her from the subtle lust of a
pampered prelate. She is so perfect a beauty, that art could not better
it, nor affectation deform it. Yet all this is nothing. Her tongue
as well as face ne'er knew artifice; nor ever did her words or looks
contradict her heart. She is all truth, and hates the lying, masking,
daubing world, as I do: for which I love her, and for which I think
she dislikes not me. For she has often shut out of her conversation
for mine, the gaudy fluttering parrots of the town, apes and echoes
of men only, and refused their common-place pert chat, flattery and
submissions, to be entertained with my sullen bluntness, and honest
love: and, last of all, swore to me, since her parents would not suffer
her to go with me, she would stay behind for no other man; but follow
me without their leave, if not to be obtained. Which oath--
_Free._ Did you think she would keep?
_Man._ Yes; for she is not (I tell you) like other women, but can keep
her promise, though she has sworn to keep it. But, that she might the
better keep it, I left her the value of five or six thousand pounds:
for women's wants are generally the most importunate solicitors to love
or marriage.
_Free._ And money summons lovers more than beauty, and augments but
their importunity, and their number; so makes it the harder for a woman
to deny 'em. For my part, I am for the French maxim;--"If you would
have your female subjects loyal, keep 'em poor."--But in short, that
your mistress may not marry, you have given her a portion.
_Man._ She had given me her heart first, and I am satisfied with the
security; I can never doubt her truth and constancy.
_Free._ It seems you do, since you are fain to bribe it with money. But
how come you to be so diffident of the man that says he loves you, and
not doubt the woman that says it?
_Man._ I should, I confess, doubt the love of any other woman but her,
as I do the friendship of any other man but him I have trusted; but I
have such proofs of their faith as cannot deceive me.
_Free._ Cannot!
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