 | The Mournful Nuptials, or Love the Cure of all Woes |  |
SCENE III.
Charlotte comes from beneath the shade.Young Freeman.
Thou best of men.—
Come forth, reveal thyself thou happy bride:
Come from the covert; I'll pursue my chace;
And thou, my lovely game, shalt ev'ry morn
Wake with the waking day to happyness.
My father views thee with a parent's eye:
Now let the bus'ness of our lives be love.
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I hear'd him pass the joyful sentence on me:
My task is now to come:
My father's great necessity may prove
My greatest blessing; for, so well I know him,
If he was able to bestow on me
A portion equal to your own,
He'd sooner match me far below myself
Than let me be the wife of Freeman's son.
Y. Freeman.
Come, my Charlotte, we'll go to him together;
Together we'll present ourselves to him,
The tenderest, the most loving, pair that ever plighted vows.
I'll save my charming bride from the confusion
Of telling the soft story of her passion:
I'll be myself the orator of love,
And tell our tale in such a moving strain,
As, was his heart wrap'd in Siberian snow,
Shou'd melt his frozen breast:
I'll paint a prospect of such happyness
To us and to himself,
As, was he savage as th'Hyrcanian tyger,
Shou'd bribe him to our Interest.
Together we'll present ourselves to him,
The tenderest, the most loving, pair that ever plighted vows.
I'll save my charming bride from the confusion
Of telling the soft story of her passion:
I'll be myself the orator of love,
And tell our tale in such a moving strain,
As, was his heart wrap'd in Siberian snow,
Shou'd melt his frozen breast:
I'll paint a prospect of such happyness
To us and to himself,
As, was he savage as th'Hyrcanian tyger,
Shou'd bribe him to our Interest.
Throw into future hours, my love, thine eyes,
And see what scenes of bliss before us rise;
The fields, the painted meads, and chrystal streams,
And groves, indulgent all to lovers' dreams;
Where peace for ever dwells, nor enters care,
And Love the little god that governs there.
And see what scenes of bliss before us rise;
The fields, the painted meads, and chrystal streams,
And groves, indulgent all to lovers' dreams;
Where peace for ever dwells, nor enters care,
And Love the little god that governs there.
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