The Works of Aphra Behn, Volume III by Aphra Behn
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--But why at my being married should you sigh?
_Cel_. Because I love, is that a Wonder, Madam? Have you not Charms sufficient at first sight To wound a Heart tender and young as mine? Are you not heavenly fair? Oh, there's my Grief-- Since you must be another's. _Dia_. Pray hear me out; and if you love me after, Perhaps you may not think your self unhappy. When Night was come, the long'd for Night, and all Retir'd to give us silent Room for Joy-- _Cel_. Oh, I can hear no more--by Heav'n, I cannot. --Here--stab me to the Heart--let out my Life, I cannot live, and hear what follow'd next. _Dia_. Pray hear me, Sir-- _Cel_. Oh, you will tell me he was kind-- Yes, yes--oh God--were not his balmy Kisses Sweeter than Incense offer'd up to Heaven? Did not his Arms, softer and whiter far Than those of _Jove's_ transform'd to Wings of Swans, Greedily clasp thee round?--Oh, quickly speak, Whilst thy fair rising Bosom met with his; And then--Oh--then-- _Dia_. Alas, Sir! What's the matter?--sit down a while. |
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