Trust me it joys my heart that I have found you. Enquiring wherefore you had left the company, Tell me, my love, and ease my anxious thoughts, friend, Lock up the fatal secret in my breast, Hor. Ha! saidst thou, my Lavinia ? Lav. Alas! you know not what you make Severely rais'd to Heav'n? The sick man thus, 330 335 340 Hor. Oh no! thou hast mistook my sickness quite, These pangs are of the soul. Wou'd I had met Sharpest convulsions, spotted pestilences, Or any other deadly foe to life, Rather than heave beneath this load of thought. Lav. Alas, what is it? Wherefore turn you from me? 345 350 Why did you falsly call me your Lavinia, Hor. Seek not to know what I wou'd hide from all, But most from thee. I never knew a pleasure, Then spare me, I conjure thee, ask no further; 347 pestilences. F, pestilence. 355-359 Witness . . heart. F omits. 360 365 Allow my melancholy thoughts this privilege, 370 Lav. It is enough: chide not, and all is well; Forgive me, if I saw you sad, Horatio, And ask'd to weep out part of your misfortunes ; I wo' not press to know what forbid me. you Yet, my lov'd lord, yet you must grant me this, Forget your cares for this one happy day, Devote this day to mirth, and to your Altamont ; 375 For his dear sake, let peace be in your looks. Ev'n now the jocund bridegroom wants your wishes, He thinks the priest has but half blest his marriage, 'Till his friend hails him with the sound of joy. Hor. Oh never! never! never! Thou art in nocent; Simplicity from ill, pure native truth, And candour of the mind adorn thee ever; Lav. False 380 ones, my lord! 385 Hor. Fatally fair they are, and in their smiles, The graces, little loves, and young desires in habit; But all that gaze upon 'em are undone, For they are false, luxurious in their appetites, 377 wants. F, waits. 387 loves. 380 Oh... never. F omits last never. 1732, lovers. And all the heav'n they hope for is variety : 390 One lover to another still succeeds, Another, and another after that, And the last fool is welcome as the former; peace of mind? Have they in all the series of their changing You take up all her room; as in a cottage harbours some benighted princely stranger, Where the good man, proud of his hospitality, Hor. Oh were they all like thee, men would adore 'em, 400 405 And all the bus'ness of their lives be loving; 410 The world. F, The men. End of the First Act. Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Scene, a Hall. Enter Calista and Lucilla. grave. Calista. Be dumb for ever, silent as the That has miss-led your weary steps, and leaves you Benighted in a wilderness of woe? That false Lothario! Turn from the deceiver; |