The works of John Dryden, $c now first collected in eighteen volumes. $p Volume 06 by John Dryden
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prisoner.
_Trick._ After a quarter of an hour, I suppose, I shall have my liberty upon easy terms. But pray let us parley a little first. _Wood._ Let it be upon the bed then. Please you to sit? _Trick._ No matter where; I am never the nearer to your wicked purpose. But you men are commonly great comedians in love-matters; therefore you must swear, in the first place-- _Wood._ Nay, no conditions: The fortress is reduced to extremity; and you must yield upon discretion, or I storm. _Trick._ Never to love any other woman. _Wood._ I kiss the book upon it. [_Kisses her. Mrs_ BRAIN. _pinches him from underneath the Bed._] Oh, are you at your love-tricks already? If you pinch me thus, I shall bite your lip. _Trick._ I did not pinch you: But you are apt, I see, to take any occasion of gathering up more close to me.--Next, you shall not so much as look on Mrs Brainsick. _Wood._ Have you done? these covenants are so tedious! _Trick._ Nay, but swear then. _Wood._ I do promise, I do swear, I do any thing. [_Mrs_ BRAIN. _runs a pin into him._] Oh, the devil! what do you mean to run pins into me? |
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