 | The Obstinate Lady |  |
Scena Quinta.
Enter Cleanthe sola.Cle.
How joyfully the birds salute the morn,
Warbling a welcome from their gentle throats!
But I am of another mind (poor maid!)
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The world, but I make my complaints afresh.
I am in love, and for my wretched State
Can blame no body but sinister Fate.
Enter Carionil.
Car.
Well met (Anclethe) I will hide no longer
My self in this disguise. Again thou shalt
Be my Anclethe: wilt thou be my Boy,
And sing me songs, as thou hadst wont to do?
Cle.
You have obtain'd your Mistris I see, my Lord.
Car.
I have not (boy) nor will I seek her more:
Some other time thou shalt receive the story.
Cle.
My hour is come: dear Cupid be my aid.
And will you never have another Sir?
Car.
I do not know Anclethe, but if I have,
She must not be so obstinate as this.
Cle.
But say a Lady of a noble house
(One that is not unhandsom) were in love
With you, did love you violently (my Lord)
Would you not pity her, but be unkind?
Car.
Boy, I do know what tis to love in vain
So well, and what a misery is in it,
That if she were but reasonably well,
She should not grieve for me, indeed she should not.
Cle.
You are most noble: old Philosophy
Never defin'd a virtue which you want.
There is a Lady Sir, and not ill-favour'd,
Born of an ancient honourd family,
So much in love with you, that if you do
Refuse her (my Lord) you do deny her life.
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What is she cal'd Anclethe?
Cle.
My Lord, my Commission doth not reach so farre;
She'd have her name conceal'd until y'ave seen her.
To morrow morning you may meet her here:
She with a gentleman (a friend of hers)
VVill here expect you about ten a clock.
Car.
VVell, I will see her (boy) and if I find
Her answer thy report, I will be kind.
He that neglects a loving Lady for
VVeak causes, may the Gods that man abhorre.
Exeunt Ambo.
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