 | Camilla |  |
SCENE III.
Tullia manet. Enter Linco.Linc.
Tullia, thou art the Idol of my Love,
And Heav'n my Passion seems t'approve.
Tul.
I'll try some Secret to obtain.
[Aside.
Has the Nymph found her Reason again?
Linc.
That Lunacy was momentary:
She's seldom us'd to a Vagary.
Tul.
Perhaps to Turnus then e'er this she has bow'd:
Turnus has talk'd of Love, and she has vow'd.
Linc.
Of this I nothing know.
Tul.
Has she not seen him? Say.
Linc.
Of that I nothing know.
Tul.
He'll nought betray.
[Aside.
As thou art a Man of Sense,
Excuse a Maid's Impertinence.
Woman does oft employ her Tongue,
In what does not to her belong.
But to our own Affairs let us return,
And tell how much we love, how much we burn.
Linc.
For thee what does my Soul endure!
Tul.
I know y'are wounded past a Cure.
These Eyes are made so killing,
That all who look must die.
To Art I'm nothing owing:
From Art I nothing want:
These Graces genuin flowing,
Despise the help of Paint.
'Tis Musick but to hear me;
'Tis fatal to come near me,
And Death is in my Eye.
That all who look must die.
To Art I'm nothing owing:
From Art I nothing want:
These Graces genuin flowing,
29
'Tis Musick but to hear me;
'Tis fatal to come near me,
And Death is in my Eye.
Linc.
In short, to cut off farther Speeches,
Thy Tongue's more Charming than a Witches.
Tul.
Thou art he, my dearest Creature!
Linc.
Thou art she, my dearest Creature!
Tul., Linc.
For whose sake I'd live and die.
Linc.
Cruel Love for thee does wound me.
Tul.
I perceive it.
Linc.
I believe it.
Tul.
And to me it is no wonder:
For like Thunder,
Bright Charms fly round me.
Linc.
O my Anguish!
Tul.
How I languish!
Pretty Creature!
Linc.
Hideous Feature!
[Aside.
Tul.
For thy sake, I pine and die.
For thy sake—
[Exeunt.
| Camilla | |