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A27287
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The Dutch lover a comedy acted at the Dvkes theatre / written by Mrs. A. Bhen [sic]
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Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.
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Wing B1726; ESTC R3716
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dream but are you indeed the same fair person and is this the same house too Cleo. I am afraid your heart 's not worth the keeping since you took no better notice where you dispos'd of it Alon. Faith Madam you wrong a poor Lover who has languish'd in search of it all this live-long day Cleo. Brother I beseech you receive the innocent Clarinda who I fear will have the greatest cause of complaint against you To Marcel Gives him Clarinda Alon. But pray fair one let you and I talk a little about that same heart you put me in mind of just now To Cleonte with whom he seems to talk Ped. Surely that 's my old Mistress Dormida twenty years has not made so great an alteration in that ill-favour'd face of hers but I can find a Lover there Goes to her they seem to talk earnestly and sometimes pleasantly pointing to Clarinda Mar. Enough Clarinda I 'm too well convinc'd Would thou hadst still remain'd a criminal Now how can I reward thy faith and love Clar. I know Marcel it is not in thy power Thy faithless story I 'm acquinted with Mar. Do not reproach me with my shame Clarinda 'T is true to gain thee to consent to my desires I made an honourable pretence of loving Pardon a Lover all the ways he takes To gain a Mistress so belov'd and fair But I have since repented of that sin And came last night for thy forgiveness too Ped. This is news indeed 't is fit I keep this secret no longer from my Master Don Manual being dead my vow 's exspir'd Aside Pedro goes to Alonzo Clar. And do you mean no more to love me then Mar. In spight of me above my sence or being Clar. And yet you 'l marry Flavia Mar. Against my will I must or lose a Father Clar. Then I must dye Marcel Mar. Do not unman my soul it is too weak To bear the weight of fair Clarinda's tears Alon. Why was this secret kept from me so long Ped. I was oblig'd by vow Sir to Don Alonzo my dead Master not to restore you till Don Manual's death believing it a happiness too great for his Rival for so he was upon your Mothers score Alon. Have I a Mother living Ped. Here in Madrid Sir and that fair maid 's your Sister Pointing to Clarinda Alon. I scarce can credit thee but that I know thee honest Ped. To confirm that belief Sir here are the writings of twelve thousand crowns a year left you by your Foster Gives him papers he reads Father the brave Alonzo whose name he gave you too Alon. I am convinc'd How now Marcel what all in tears why who the Divel would love in earnest Come come make me judge between you Mar. You 'l soon decide it then my heart 's Clarinda's But my forc'd vows are given to another Alon. Vows dost think the Gods regard the vows of Lovers they are things made in necessity and ought not to be kept nor punish'd when broken if they were Heaven have mercy on me poor sinner Enter Ambrosio Mar. My Father return'd Bows and goes to him and then leads Alonzo to him Sir this is the gallant man that was desigâ—'d to be your son-in-Law Amb. And that you were not so Sir was my misfortune only Alon. I am glad to find it no slight to my person Or unknown quality that depriv'd me of that honour Mar. To convince you of that Alonzo I know my father will bestow this other sister on you more fair and young and equally as rich Ambrosio calls Marcel aside Alon. How his Sister Fool that I was I could not guesâ— at this and now have I been lying and swearing all this while how much I lov'd her Well take one time with another a man falls into more danger by this amorous humour than he gets good turns by it Mar. Pardon me Sir I knew not you had design'd her elsewhere Dear Alonzo my Father Alon. I Sir I am much oblig'd to him Oh Pox would I were well with Euphemia Mar. I protest I could wish Alon. I so could I Sir that you had made a better judgement of my humour all must out I have no other way to avoid this complement else Why look ye Marcel your Sister is Pox I am ill at dissimulation and therefore in plain terms I am to be marryed this very evening to another Mar. This was happy and has sav'd me an excuse Aside But are you in earnest Sir how is it possible being so lately come into Madrid Alon. Destiny destiny Marcel which there was no avoiding tho' I mist of Hippolyta Mar. Who is it prethee Alon. A woman I hope of which indeed I would have been better assur'd but she was wilful She 's call'd Euphemia Mar. Our next neighbour the Daughter of old Carlo Alon. The same Mar. Thou art happy to make so good a progress in so short a time but I am Alon. Not so miserable as you believe Come come you shall marry Clarinda Mar. 'T is impossible Alon. Where 's the hindrance Mar. Her want of fortune that 's enough friend Alon. Stand by and expect the best Goes to Ambrosio Sir I have an humble sute to you Amb. I should be infinitely pleas'd you could ask me any thing in my power but Sir this daughter I had dispos'd of before I knew you would have mist of Hippolyta Alon. Luckyer than I expected Aside Sir that was an honour I could not merit and am contented with my fate But my request is that you would receive into your family a Sister of mine whom I would bestow on Don Marcel Mar. Hah what mean you Sir a Sister of yours Alon. Yes she will not be unwelcome This is she Amb. This is the daughter to Octavia Her Mother was a Lady whom once I did adore and 't was her fault she was not more happy with me than with Don Manual Nor have I so wholly forgot that flame but I might be inclin'd to your proposal But Sir she wants a fortune Alon. That I 'l supply Mar. You supply Sir on what kind scorce I pray Alon. That which you 'l suffer without being jealous When you shall know she is indeed my Sister Clar. How this brave man my Brother Alon. So they tell me and that my name is Manual Had you not such a Brother Dor. Oh ye gods is this the little Manual Ped. Yes Dormida and for a farther proof see this Opens his masters bosom and shows a Crucifix Dor. This I remember well it is Don Manual Pray let me look upon you Just like my Lord Now may the soul of Don Alonzo rest in peace For making so hopeful a man of you Alon. Amen But Sir if you approve of my Sister I 'l make her as worthy of Marcel as Flavia. Amb. I 've lost the hopes of her She 's not to be reconcil'd Aside Clarinda needs no more than to belong to you To make her valuable and I consent with joy Gives her
'st committed on her innocence I will revenge as shall become her Brother Offers to go out in rage Silv. Stay Marcell I can inform you where these Lovers are Mar. Oh tell me quickly then That I may take them in their foul imbraces And send their souls to Hell Silv. Last night I made a youthful sally to One of those houses where love and pleasure Are sold at dearest rates Mar. A Bordello forwards pray Silv. Yes at the corner of St. Ieroâ—s where after seeing many faces which pleas'd me not I would have took my leave but the Matron of the house a kiâ—d obliging Lady seeing me so nice and of quality though disguis'd told me she had a beauty such an one as had Counte Dâ— Oliveris in his height of power seen he would have purchast at any rate I grew impatient to see this fine thing and promis'd largly then leading me into a room as gay and as perfum'd as an Altar upon a Holy-day I saw seated upon a Couch of state Mar. Hippolyta Silv. Hippolyta our sister drest like a Venice Courtizan With all the charms of a loose wanton Singing and playing to her ravisht Lover Who I perceiv'd assisted to expose her Mar. Well Sir what follow'd Silv. Surpris'd at sight of this I did with-draw And left them laughing at my little confidence Mar. How left them and left them living too Silv. If a young wench will be gadding Who can help it Mar. 'Sdeath you should were you that half her brother Inrag'd Which my Father too doatingly believes you Silv. How do you question his belief Marcel Mar. I ne'r consider'd it be gone and leave me Silv. Am I a dog that thus you bid me vanish Aside What mean you by this language Comes up to hiâ— And how dare you upbraid me with my birth Which know Marcel is more illustrious far Than thine being begot when love was in his raign With all his youth and heat about him I like birds of bravest kind was hatcht In the hot Sun-shine of delight whilst Thou Marcel wer't poorly brooded In the cold nest of Wed-lock Mar. Thy Mother was some base notorious strumpet And by her witch-craft reduc'd may Fathers soul And in return she pay'd him with a bâ—staâ—d Which was thou Silv. Marcel thou ly'st strikes him Mar. Though 't were no point of valour but of rashness To fight thee yet I 'l do 't Silv. By Heaven I will not put this injury up They fight Silvio is wounded Fight again Enter Ambrosio and Cleonte between Silvio falls into the arms of Cleonte Amb. Hold I command you hold Ah Traytor to my blood what hast thou done To Marcel who kneels and lays his sword at his feet Silv. In fair Cleontes Arms O I could kiss the hand that gives me death So I might thus expire Mar. Pray hear me Sir before you do condemn me Amb. I will hear nothing but thy death pronounc'd Since thou hast wounded him if it be mortal Have I not charg'd thee on thy life Marcel Thou shouldst not hold discourse with him of any kind Mar. I did fore-see my fate but could not shun it Takes his sword and goes out Amb. What ho Biscay Surgeon on your lives a Surgeon where be these rascals Goes out Silv. I would not have a Surgeon search my wound With rude and heavy hands Yours fair Cleonte can apply the Balsom Far more successfully For they are soft and white as down of Swans And every touch is soveraign Cleo. But I should dye with looking on your wounds Silv. And I shall dye unless you cure them sister Cleo. With the expence of mine to save your life Is both my wish and duty Silv. I thank ye pretty innocence Leads him in SCENE III. A Grove Discovers Euphemia â—ail'd alone walking Eâ—phe OLinda stays long I hope she has over-took the Cavalier Lord how I am concern'd if this should be love now I were in a fine condition at least if he be marryed or a lover Oh that fear hang me if it has not disorder'd me all over But see where she comes with him too Enter Olinda anâ— Alonzo Olin. Here he is Madam I hope 't is the right man Alon. Madam you see what haste I make to obey your kind commands Euph. 'T was as kindly done Sir but I fear when you know to what end 't is you 'l repent your haste Alon. 'T is very likely but if I do you are not the first of your sex that has put me to repentance but lift up your vail and if your face be good Offers to lift up her vail Euph. Stay you 're too hasty Alon. Nay let 's have fair play on both sides I 'l hide nothing from you Offers again Euph. I have a question or two to ask you first Alon. I can promise nothing till I see my reward I am a base barterer here 's one for t'other you saw your man and lik'd him and if I like you when I see you Offers again Euph. But if you do not must all my liking be cast away Alon. As for that trust to my good nature a frank wench has hitherto taken me as much as beauty And one proof you have already given of that in this kind invitation come come do not loose my little new-gotten good opinion of thee by being coy and peevish Offers again Euph. You are strangely impatient Sir Alon. O you should like me the better for that 't is a sign of youth and fire Euph. But Sir before I let you see my face Alon. I hope I must not promise you to like it Euph. No that were too unreasonable but I must know whether you are a lover Alon. What an idle question 's that to a brisk young fellow a Lover yes and that as often as I see a new face Euph. That I 'l allow Alon. That 's kindly said and now do I find I shall be in love with thine aâ— soon as I see 't for I am half so with thy humour already Euph. Are you not marryed Sir Alon. Marryed Euph. Now I dread his answer Aside Yes marryed Alon. Why I hope you make no scruple of conscience to be kind to a marryed man Euph. Now do I find you hope I am a Curtizan that come to bargain for a night or two but if I possess you it must be for ever Alon. For ever let it be then come let 's begin on any terms Euph. I cannot blame you Sir for this mistake since what I 've rashly done has given you cause to think I am not vertuous Alon. Faith Madam man is a strange ungovern'd thing yet I in the whole course of my life have taken the best care I could to make as few mistakes as possible and treating all women-kind alike we seldom err for where we find one as you profess to be we happily light on a hundred of the sociable and reasonable sort Euph. But sure you are so much a Gentleman that you may be convinc'd Alon.