The works of John Dryden, $c now first collected in eighteen volumes. $p Volume 02 by John Dryden
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_Lov_. I'll tell you, madam, it has upon it a very fair manor
house; from one side you have in prospect an hanging garden. _Isa_. Who was hanged there? not your grandmother, I hope? _Lov_. In the midst of it you have a fountain: You have seen that at Hampton-court? it will serve to give you a slight image of it. Beyond the garden you look to a river through a perspective of fruit-trees; and beyond the river you see a mead so flowery!--Well, I shall never be at quiet, till we two make hay there. _Const_. But where lies this paradise? _Lov_. Pox on't; I am thinking to sell it, it has such a villanous unpleasant name, it would have sounded so harsh in a lady's ear. But for the fountain, madam-- _Const_. The fountain's a poor excuse, it will not hold water; come, the name, the name. _Lov_. Faith, it is come so lately into my hands, that I have forgot the name on't. _Isa_. That's much, now, that you should forget the name, and yet could make such an exact description of the place. _Lov_. If you would needs know, the name's Bawdy.--Sure this will give a stop to their curiosity. [_Aside_. _Isa_. At least you will tell us in what county it lies, that my |
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