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et pse fut as eber person; and I am so were lost in this. Speak, speak, speak to naz enesis ed of the pareti le of ber affections, dearest Fanny! let me but hear thy voice ses th: 1 - 3-faset then sta myrtude, my be our eyes, and bless me with the smalles et ., 21:1e.-E., sa'a't \ Mr. Sier ing? fe. Wat sa ?
Mi S. Lovewell I am easy. Ti te sare, my lord. These - H. I am tbunderstruck! baw...zen bare bees the rain of everything. Lord 0. I am petrified!
(Aszie. Sir J. And I undone. L -0. Bet, erre, M!! end this business in a Fur (Recorering.) 0, Lorewell! even se 2 tr.. - Vi laves,
we pse murselves, and by thee, I dare not louš my father Dur bis item Mig Flu ensure Miss Fissy from pee, I in the face. I see draw bet from her piilus with a Sier. What now, did not I send you te I bjergh the ner-tule.
sir? M. H. Tbe bus. creatures :-I say, my lord, Lord O. Eb! What? How's this? Boria meb trak the open.
and title have you been half the night san ma's Lur: 0. Let Lie beg of your delicacy not to be bed-chamber? to prestate! Now we experiment!
Lore. By that rigbt which makes med 14:12 eurde the door.piest of men; and by a ttle which I su M. S. X®, what they do? My heart will forego for any the best of kings could gire. beat through my busin.
. I could cry my eyes out to bear bisa ngen
nimity. Re-eniss BETTY v the lege
Lys 0. I am annibilated : B-. There's no 022251.0 % breaking open doors, Ster. I have been canced with rage and met; myird; we bave done Bitkinthat we ought to but now I can speak.-Lorewell rou are as kais, bei asgamed of, and my mieress shaii face ber enesvu hare broken your word with me.
Going to unlock the door. Fan. Indeed, sur, be bas not: you forbade l in a M-1. H. There's impudence!
think of me, when it was eat ai bis power to abej Lost (). The mystery thickens. Lady of the you—ie hare been married these four months. del laber, Tu Beos. open the dons, and entreat
Ster. And he sba stat in By bouse foar k is. Sir Joan Mesil (for the ladies will bave it that he what baseness as: treacay! As for you, is et rai to appear, and answer to high crunes and shall repent this step as long as you live, wadai! misueineadors. Call Sir John Melvii into court!
Fun. Indeed, sr, it is impossible to conceive the Enter Sir Johx MELVIL.
tortures I have already endured in consequent 2 of
my disobedience. My beart has continually up S:- J. I am here, my lori.
brawled me for it; and ibough I was too se k to Mvs. H. Hey-day! Sir J. What's all this alarm and confusion ? struggle with atfection, I feel inat I must be a ser
able for ever without your forgireness. There is nothiag but hurry in this house? What
Ster. Lorewell, you shall leave my esas di is ties risti of it? Lord (). Because you have been in that chamber;
rectly; and you shall fel! :* bit, badam! but been' way, you are there at this moment, mine. Lookye, Mr. Sterijag, tbere bave been use
Lord 0. And if they do I ml recere them into as these ladies have protested, so don't deny itTrar. This is the clearest alibi I ever knew, Mr. uwn sakes; and the best way to forget them, to
mistakes, which we had a bet:et furge! for our Sergeant. Plov. Luce clarius.
forgive the cause of thes, which I do free by! al. 1,10. I'pon niy word , ladies, if you have often life and fortune ; it is a debt of bodour
, and sas
Por girl! I swore to support ser afection with my these frulics
, it would be reali, entertaining to pass be paid. You swore as much too, Mr. Ste: ne a win jie summer with you. But, come, 1 To Betiy! but your laws in the city will exeuse sea, si op n the door and entreal your amiable mistress to come forth, and dispel all our doubts with her smiles. pose; for you never strike a balance with it B-t. Opening the dvor.) Madam, you are wanted
errors excepted. in this room.
Sier. I am a father, my lord; but for the step [Perily. Jother fathers, I think I ought set to fergini ber
, Enter Fanny, in great confusion. for fear of encouraging other silly girls labe be self Mins S. You see she's ready dressed and what to throw themselves away withoai the wes it si confusion she's in.
their parents. 3frs. H. Ready to pack off, bag and baggage !
Loie. I hope there will be no danger of tha , str
. Her guilt confounds her!
Young ladies, with minds like my Faudy's Foot Flow. Silence in the court, ladies.
startle at the very shadow of rice; anxi #bet Fan, I ain confounded indeed, madam.
know to what uneasiness only an maisereta ba Lord 0. Don't droop, my beauteous lily! but exposed her, her example, instead of enca with your own peculiar ipodesty declare your state
will rather serve to deter them. of mind. Pour conviction into their ears, and rap
Mrs. H. Indiscretion, quotha ! à mighty me ty ture into mine.
delicat word to express disobedience! Fan, I am, at this moment, the most unhappy- Lord O. For my part, I indulge my own pa most distreswed—the tumult is too much tor my too much to tyrannize over those of others to heart-and I want the power to reveal a secret, Pool souls! I pity them. And you mustave whub, to conceal, has been the misfortune and them, tno. Come, come, melt a little sf rour listy misery of my
Ster. Why, why as to that, my lort-to bi se
he is a relation of your's, my lord-Wbat s rues Love. My Fanny in danger? I can contain no sister Heidelberg i longer. Prudence were nuwa crime; all other cares
Mrs. H. The girl's ruined, and I forgive b.
Ster. Well! so do I then. Nay, no tharks. (To deserve any. All I have to offer in excuse for OVE. and Fan. who seem preparing to speak.] There's what has happened, is my total ignorance of your a end of the matter. (Erit Plow. Trav. and Bet. situation. Had you dealt a little more openly with Lord O. But, Lovewell, what makes you dumb me, you would have saved me, yourself, and that Il this while ?
Jady, (who I hope will pardon my behaviour) a Love. Your kindness, my lord. can scarcely great deal of uneasiness. "Give me leave, however, elieve my own senses-they are all in a tumult of to assure you, that light and capricious as I may ·ar, joy, love, expectation, and gratitude. I ever have appeared, now my infatuation is over,
I have as, and am now more bound in duty to your lord sensibility enough to be ashamed of the part I have nip.-For you, Mr. Sterling, if every moment acted, and honour enough to rejoice at your happiay life, spent gratefully in your service, will, in ness. me measure, compensate the want of fortune, you, Love. And now, my dearest Fanny, though we erhaps, will not repent your goodness to me. And are, seemingly, the happiest of beings, yet all our ou, ladies, I fatter myself, will not, for the future, joys would be damped, if his lordship’s generosity uspect me of artifice and intrigue, I shall be hap- and Mr. Sterling's forgiveness should not be sucy to oblige and serve you. As for you, Sir John- ceeded by the indulgence, approbation, and consent
Sir J. No apologies to me, Lovewell; I do not lof these our best benefactors. [To the audience.
Mer. Hear you! I have heard you ; for years
have heard your vows, your protestations. Have MERLIN
you not allured my affections by every female art ? CYMON
and when I thought that my unalterable passion wa Dorus
to be rewarded for its constancy, what have you LINCO
done? Why, like mere mortal woman, in the true DAMON
spirit of frailty, have given up me and my hopes DORILAS
for what? a boy! an idiot!
Urg. Even this I can bear from Merlin.
Mer. You have injured me, and must bear more.
Urg. I'll repair that injury.
Mer. Then send back your favourite Cymon to
his disconsolate friends. URGANDA
Urg. How can you imagine that such a poor, SYLVIA
ignorant object as Cymon is, can bave any charms FATIMA
for me? DORCAS
Mer. Ignorance, no more than profligacy, is ex Shepherdesses.
cluded from female favour ; of this the success os rakes and fools is proof sufficient.
Urg. You mistake me, Merlin; pity for Cymon's
state of mind, and friendship for his father, have ACT I.
induced me to endeavour at his cure.
Mer. False, prevaricating Urganda! love was
your inducement. Have you not stolen the prince SCENE I._Urganda's Palace from his royal father, and detained him here by Enter MERLIN and URGANDA.
your power, while a hundred knights are in search
after him? Does not everything about you prove Urg. But hear me, Merlin; I beseech you, hear the consequence of your want of honour and faith
to me? You were placed on this happy spot, to be the guardian of its peace and in pocence; bat box, of beauty to make fools, and aot cure thea a las is your example, the doce happy lives of !, poo! l, could have made twenty fools of rue the Arcadianz are envitered with easy, passion, is half the time thai you have been endessen in Fanity, selfishness, and inconstancy: and whom are make your fool sensible. Oh! 'tis a si says bet to curse for this cbaage? Crganda! the lost spending one's time. trganda
Urg. Silence, Fatima! my passion is a za Trg. I beseech yos, Merlis, spare me.
to be jested with Mer. Yes; I'll conferse ab For D9 more, be- Pai. Par gode, indeed, madam; ad poace pe cause I --] be no more deceived. I cannot bate the precious object of it 52, though I shon you; yet, in my misery, I bare Trg. He seems melancholy: what's the tuis consolation, that the pengs of my jealousy are with him? at least equaled bp the torments of your fruitless Fat. He's a fool, or he might take bisere passion.
merry among us. I'll leave you to make ebe 3 Suli wish and sigh and wish again ;
Penny Love is dethroa'd; revenge shåll reigo!
Erg. Stay, Fatima, and help me to da bi Suil shall my porn your
rile arts confound, Fat. A sad time, when a lady must call in bea: And Cymon's cure shall be l'rganda's wound. divert her gallant! but I'm at your service.
(Erit. [rg. “And Cymon's cure shall be Urganda's
Enter Cymox, melancholz wouád?” What mystery is couched in these words? Cymon. Beigbo!
Syd What can be mean?
Fet. What's the mattes, young gentleman ?
l'rg. Are you not well, Cymon?
[Looks facris cutting my tongue out. I wish we were out of his Fat. Do you see it in his eres now, malam? clutches.
Trg. Prythee, be quiet What is it you w3D!! lrg. Don't fear, Fatima.
tell me, Cymon; tell me your wishes, and you sha" Fat. I can't help it; be bas great power, and is have them. mischievously angry.
Cymon. Shall I? l'rg. Here is your protection. (Sheus her wand.] Trg. Yes, indeed, Cymon. Mis power is at least equal to his. (Muses.] “ And
Fat. Now for it Cynon's cure shall be Urganda's wound!"
Cymore. I wish-heigho! Fat. Don't trouble your head with these odd ends Urg. These sighs must mean something. of verses, which were spoken in a passion; or, per.
(Acide to FATIKA haps, for the rhyme's sake. Think a little to clear Fat. I wish you joy, then; find it out, rzadas. us from this old mischief-making conjurer. What will you do, madam ?
Urg. What do you sigh for? (To Crnos C'rg. What can I do, Patima ?
Cymon. I wantFai. You might very easily settle matters with him,
Cry. What, what, my sweet creature ? [Eagerly. if you could as easily settle them with yourself.
Cymon. To go away. Trg. Tell me how ?
Fat. Oh, lathe meaning's set. Fat. Marry Merlin, and send away the young fel.
L'ry. Where would you go? low. (U'RGANDA shakes her head. I thought so: but Cymon. Anywhere. before matters grow.worse, give me leave to reason
Urg. Had you rather go anywhere, than stay A a little with you, madam.
me? Urg. I am in love, Fatima.
Cymon. I had rather go anywhere than star os Fut. And poor reason may stay at home : me ex
anybody. actly! Ay, ay, we are all alike; but with this differ- Urg. 'Will you love me if I let you go? ence, madam, your passion is surely a strange one;
Cymon. Anything, if you'll let me go, poor, k you have stolen away this young man, who, bating me go his youth and figure, has not one circumstance to Far. I'm out of all patience! what the der create affection about him. He is half an idiot, would you have, young gentleman? Hals' inadam, which is no great compliment to your wis- grain of understanding, or a spark of seeds dom, your beauty, or your power,
you, you would know and feel yourseif to be Urg. I despise them all; for they can neither re-happiest of mortals. lieve my passion, nor awaken his.
Cymon. I had rather go, for all that. Fat. Cymon is incapable of being touched with
Fat. Tbe picture of the whole sex! Oa! Dan anything; nothing gives bim pleasure, but twirling fondness will never do: a little capa 3 *** his cap, and hunting butterdes: he'll make a sad thing: I bait my hook with nothing else; siz lover, indeed, madam.
(side to los Urg. I can wait with patience for the recovery of
Urg. I will shew him my power, and cap. "Le ** his understanding; it begins to dawn already.
heart through his senses.
Fat. You'll throw away your powder 2nd Fat. Eyes! Ha, ha, ha! Love has none, madam;
INCANTATION._URGANDA. the beart only sees, on these occasions. Cymon
Hither, spirits, that aid me, hitke! was born a fool, and his eyes will never look as you
Whither stays my lore? ah! eh bien! would have them, take my word for it.
Alas! this heart must faithful poat,
Though still he flies Urganda'i boce.
ways catch fish.
Fat. Where, pray ?
changes to a magnificent garden. Cupid and
SCENE II.-A rural prospect.
Enter Phese and DAPHNE. asleep. Urg. Look, Fatima, nothing can affect his insen- the false fellow make the same vows to another, al
Phæbe. What, to be left and forsaken! and sce sibility ; and yet, what a beautiful simplicity!
Fır. Turn him out among the sheep, madam, and most before my face! I can't bear it, and I won't. think of him no more; 'tis all labour in vain, as the Oh! that I had the power of our enchantress yonder.
- I would play the devil with them all. sung says, I assure you.
Daph. And yet, to do justice to Sylvia, who makes Urg. Cymon, Cymon! what, are you dead to
all this disturbance among you, she does not in the these entertainments ? Cymon, Dead! I hope not.
least encourage the shepherds, and she can't help
their falling in love with her. Lry. How can you be so unmoved ? Cymon. They tired me so, that I wished them a
Phabe. May be so; nor can I help hating and degood night, and went to sleep. But where are they? testing her, because they do fall in love with him. lig. They are gone, Cymon.
Linco. (Singing without. “Care Mico jionilo
lad that is merry.' Cymon. Then let me go to
(Gets up. Fat. The old story!
Daph. Here comes the merry Linco, who never Urg: Whither would you go? Tell me, and I'll knew care, or felt sorrow. If you can bear his go with you, my sweet youth.
laughing at your griefs, or singing away his own,
vou may get some information from him.
Enter Linco, sinying.
Linco. What, my girls of ten thousand! I was l'ry. But is not this garden pleasanter than the this moment defying love and all his mischief, aud e fields, my palace than cottages, and my company you are sent in the nick by him, to try my courage; more agreeable to you than the shepherds ?
but I'm above teinptation, or below it; I duck down. Cymon. Why, how can I tell till I try? you won't and all his arrows fly over me. let me choose.
Care flies from the led that is merry,
Whose heart is as sound,
And cheeks are as round,
As round and as red as a cherry.
Phæbe. What, are you always thas
Linco. Ay, or heaven help me! What, would you
have ne do as you do? walking with your arms Then so merry was he,
across, thus-heighoing by the Brook-side among And because he was free,
the willows. Oh! fie for shame, lasses ! young and He came to his cage back ayain.
handsome, and sighing after one fellow a-piece, And so should I too, if you would let me go.
when you should have a hundred in a drove, follow.
ing you like-like-you shall have the simile another l'rg. And would you return to me again ? time. Cymun. Yes, I would ; I've to where else to go to.
Daph. No; pr’ythee, Linco, give it us now. Fat. Let bim have his humour; when he is not
Linco. You shall have it; or what's better, l’IL confined, and is seemingly disregarded, you may tell you what you are not like you are not like our have him, and mould him as you please. "Tis a re. shepherdess Sylvia; she's so cold, and so coy, that ceipt for the whole sex.
she flies from her lovers, but is never without a Üry. I'll follow your advice. [Erit Fatima) Well, Cymon, you shall go wherever you please, fellows, and yet are always alune; a very great dif
score of them; you are always running after the and for as long as you please.
ference, let me tell you : frost and fire, that's all. Cymon. And shall I let my linuet out, too? lrg. And take this, Cymou, wear it for my sake, condition my poor sister is. I am as happy as she
Daph. Don't imagine that I am in the pining and don't forget me. [Gires him a nusegay.) Go, is miserable. Cymon, take your companion, and be happier than
Linco. Good lack! I'm sorry for it.
Daph. What, sorry that I am happy
Linco. Oh! no, prodigious glad.
Phæbe. That I ain miserable!
Linco. No, no; prodigious sorry for that, ana
Phube. Pr’ythee, be serious a little.
Linco. No; heaven forbid ! If I am serious, 'tis
all over with me. I must laugh at something; shall One siyk, one last adieu.
I be merry with you ?
Daph. The happy shepherdess can bear to be
laughed at. Oh! hide it from my view !
Lincu. Then Sylvia might take your shepherd Let me feel not I'm forsaken;
without a sigh. Rather let me die mistaken,
Daph. My shepherd ! what does the fool mean? Than breathe one last adieu Freunt. Phabe. Hier shepherd ! Pray, tell us, Linco.
Linco. 'Tis no secret, I suppose.
only met her I am glad I came abroad! I have not been a Damon and Sylvia together just now, walking tom pleased ever since I can remember. Bet pie Daph. What, my Dainon ?
it may be angry with me. i can't help 5, 1:1 Linco. Your Damon that was, and that would be I had rather see her angry with me than las Sylvia's Damon, if she would put up with him. sinile upon me. Stay, stay! (SYLVIA dira.
Daph. Her Damon! I'll make her to know—a what a pretty foot it has ! wicked slut! a vile fellow! Come, sister, I'm ready [ Retires. Silvia raises herself from the beau to go with you—we'll be revenged. If our old
AIR.-Sylvia. governor continues to cast a sheep's eye at me, I'll have her turned out of Arcadia, I warrant you; a
Yet awhile, sweet sleep, deceive me, base, mischievous
Fold me in thy downy arms, Phoebe. This is some comfort, however-ha, ba,
Let not care awake to grieve me, ha! in seeing one's sister as miserable as one's self.
Lull it with thy potent chassi [Erit.
1, a turtle, doom'd to stray,
Find each bird a bird of prey;
Sorrow knows not schere to resta
(SYLVIA sees Cymox vith estation, white For preach what you will,
gazes strongly on her, and retires, pellenty:
Syl. Who's that ? [Speakı gently and outure
(Bees and head Syl. What's your name?
Syl. What do you want, young man ?
Cymon. Nothing, young woman.
Syl. What are you doing there?
1 teda Sylvia discovered lying upon a bank.-Enter MERLIN.
Syl. You don't intend me any barm?
Cymon. Not I, indeed! I wish you don't do me Mer. My art succeeds, which hither has convey'd, Art thou a fairy, pray? To catch the eye of Cymon, this sweet maid.
Syl. No; I am a poor harmless ebeplerdose. Her charms shall clear the mists which cloud his
Cymon. I don't know that you have bewitch-! mind,
me, I believe. I wish you'd speak to me, and bra And make him warm, and sensible, and kind;
at me, as Urganda does. Her yet cold heart, with passion's sighs shall move, Sył. What, the enchantress? Do you bebseg ** Meit as he melts, and give him love for love. her. This magic touch shall to these flowers impart [Touches a nosegay in her hand, desire to go abroad, if I did.
Cymon. I had rather belong to you; I would no: A power when beauty gains, to fix the heart. (Erit.
Syl. Does Urganda lore you !
Cymon. So she says. If I were to stay bere alCymon. Away, prisoner, and make yourself merry. ways, I should not be called the simple Cymun, [Bird flies.) Ay, ay, I knew how it would be with Syl. Nor I the hard-hearted Spivia. you; much good may it do you, Bob. What a Cymon. Sylvia, Sylvia! what a sweet name! I sweet place this is! Hills and greens, and rocks, could sound it for ever! and trees, and water, and sun, and birds! Dear me! Syl. I shall never see you again. I wish I ha! 'tis just as if I had never seen it before. ( Whistles not seen you now. about till he sees Sylvia, then stops and sinks his Cymon. If you did but wish as I do, all the whistling by degrees, with a look and attitude of asto-chantresses in the world could oot birder usta nishment. I on, la! what's here ? 'Tis something seeing one another. (Knee is and kwes her is dropped from the heavens, sure; and yet, 'lis like Syl. We shall be seen, and separated for era. I a woman, too! Bless me! is it alive?" (Sighs.] It must go. can't be dead, for its cheek is as red as a rose, and Cymon. When shall I see you again? In bzf us it moves about the heart of it. I don't know what's hour ? the matter with me. I wish it would wake, that I Syl. Half an hour! that will be too soce. S might see its eyes. If it should look gentle, and no; it must be three quarters of an hour. smile upon me, I should be glad to play with it. Ay, Cymon. And where, my sweet Sylvia! ay, there's something now in my breast that they Syl. Anywhere, my sweet Cymon! told me of. It feels oddly to me; and yet I don't
Cymon. In the grove, by the river there. dislike it.
Syl. And you shall take this to remem AIR. --Cymon.
(Gires him the nosegay enchanted by die
wish it were a kingdom, I would give it fel, 224 + All amaze! Wonder, praise !
queen along with it.
Cymon. And here is one for you, too; sk.: 3 Here for ever could I gaze !
of no value to me, unless you will receive it, lake A little nearer to
it, my sweet Sylvia !
(Gives hsr Urganda's 10 yo!, Something creeping in my breast
DUET.-SYLVIA and Cyxox.
Syl. Take this nosegay, gentle youth !
Will not let me stay or go.