The Works of Aphra Behn, Volume III by Aphra Behn
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--No, Sir, she's chaste, as are the new-made Vows
I breath'd upon her Lips, when last we parted. _Lord_. Who waits there? Enter Trusty and Servants. --Shall I be murder'd in my own House? 'Tis time you were remov'd-- Go, get an Action of 5000 pounds, enter'd against him, With Officers to arrest him. _Trusty_. My Lord, 'tis my young Master _Bellmour_. _Lord_. Ye all doat upon him, but he's not the Man you take him for. _Trusty_. How, my Lord! not this Mr. _Bellmour_! _Lord_. Dogs, obey me. [_Offers to go_. _Bel_. Stay, Sir--oh, stay--what will become of me? 'Twere better that my Life were lost, than Fortune-- For that being gone, _Celinda_ must not love me. --But to die wretchedly-- Poorly in Prison--whilst I can manage this-- Is below him, that does adore _Celinda. [Draws_. I'll kill my self--but then--I kill _Celinda_. Shou'd I obey this Tyrant--then too she dies. Yes, Sir--You may be cruel--take the Law, |
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