The works of John Dryden, $c now first collected in eighteen volumes. $p Volume 02 by John Dryden
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_Isa_. Now, cousin,--[_Exeunt_ ISA. TRICE, BURR. _Const_. Well, Mr Failer, I did not think you, of all the rest, would have endeavoured a thing so much against my inclination, as this marriage: if you had been acquainted with my heart, I am sure you would not. _Fail_. What can the meaning of this be? you would not have me believe you love me; and yet how otherwise to understand you I vow to gad I cannot comprehend. _Const_. I did not say I loved you; but if I should take a fancy to your person and humour, I hope it is no crime to tell it you. Women are tied to hard unequal laws: The passion is the same in us, and yet we are debarred the freedom to express it. You make poor Grecian beggars of us ladies; our desires must have no language, but only be fastened to our breasts. _Fail_. Come, come; egad I know the whole sex of you: Your love's at best but a kind: of blind-man's-buff, catching at him that's next in your way. _Const_. Well, sir, I can take nothing ill from you; when 'tis too late you'll see how unjust you have been to me. I have said too much already.--[_Is going_. _Fail_. Nay stay, sweet madam! I vow to gad my fortune's better than I could imagine. |
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