 | The Spanish Rogue |  |
Scene 1.
Enter Don Fenise and Larasco in Fenise's House.Fen.
Despairing Merchants, when their Fleets appear,
After the dangers of a stormy year,
Have swelling hopes like mine; yet doubt their Fate,
'Till in their greedy arms they hug their freight.
Assist me Fortune! fix thy rouling wheel
Some few short minutes, and for ever reel.
Not yet!—how dull and lazily it creeps?
[Looks on his Watch.
O Expectation! how each moment sleeps!
Lar.
Sleep on, old time! for thou hast need of Rest,
Who art for ev'ry Lovers service prest.
Had my grave Courage been as rash as his,
We both had slep'd eternally ere this.
Who art for ev'ry Lovers service prest.
Had my grave Courage been as rash as his,
We both had slep'd eternally ere this.
These Lovers, whom the Devil cannot fright,
When near enjoyment fires their appetite;
Design'd to meet like Cats, i'th dead of night:
But I told him, whom nothing else cou'd stay,
'Twas her command he should not stir till day.
This time much better fits my peaceful mind,
Though Love wo'nt, let them see, must I be blind?
She has, poor thing! expected him all night,
And, though he's freed from's peevish Mistriss by't,
I know he'll Rant; but my resolve is set—
These valiant Friends did never fail me yet.
When near enjoyment fires their appetite;
Design'd to meet like Cats, i'th dead of night:
But I told him, whom nothing else cou'd stay,
'Twas her command he should not stir till day.
This time much better fits my peaceful mind,
Though Love wo'nt, let them see, must I be blind?
She has, poor thing! expected him all night,
And, though he's freed from's peevish Mistriss by't,
I know he'll Rant; but my resolve is set—
These valiant Friends did never fail me yet.
[His Feet.
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Ev'n in consent, she's cruel too, the night
Much better wou'd disguise a Lovers flight.
None but her self can such delayes repair;
Impatience is as restless as despair.—
Exeunt Fenise and Larasco.
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