Selected quad for the lemma: love_n
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A29360
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The spightful sister a new comedy / written by Abraham Bailey.
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Bailey, Abraham, fl. 1667.
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1667
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Wing B444; ESTC R25906
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his destiny I 'me guilty to expoliate my crime As your despiser strike my heart assunder But save the Love within it carry it to her And tell my own words did it may be then One Tear may fall to glue it up agen Exit Enter Litus Covert from the Wood. Litus A vow as fatal to my purposes As his wisht Sword whose glist'ring brandishings Makes accents to his words commands attention Must I be pillored to dishonour stand The moveless subject of both their hisses 'T is for Berania dye or cut through throngs Of danger were revenge i' th' same place Her favour should a grac't surprize his chants E're they cleave air and come unto her ear I speak of things above me to his strength My wounds set seal may be he 's innocent Then 't would be base to intend a mischief change Thy fury into reason may chance that may Invent a safer and securer way Exit to the Wood. Enter Berania and Hacca Ber. What Bird has crost thy way and drove you back With Omens to our meeting tell me prithee I 'm Miserable of all lovers that love And dare not reveal it Hac Nothing but Sunshine to our intents Madam Why grieve you To your smiles I 'le bett my Honour He suffers more for you than you for him I see his blood daunt in his face as if It were Eclipst and strove to master Love His eyes were steddy you paid it again Not without checks to those inamoring Lamps For taking so much liberty Ber. Recount your Progress to me dissemble nothing Ha'st spok to him if he be sworn already To serve another Mistris I 'le but weep And sing her happiness where signs shall keep Time to my Song and part each line from other Hac 'T is no such matter Madam let us make This hour remarkable by finding out A way may ease us and resolve our doubt I 'le do it thus Ber. How Hac I 'le go a purpose to ask if he took The sword from him that had the black beard on Pretending your misdeem is singly plac't And could by seeing the sword judge who it was Before he answers a dissembled qualm Shall beg my excuse for leaving him so quickly He comes my life for 't to resolve your self Ber. I like it go let providence bespeak A crown for this imposture 't may deserve one Exeunt several Enter Sarah and Beucer Sarah If Love won't pray let Pitty of your oths And earnest promises incite you to A kinder satisfaction for my Honour Beu What alwayes haunted with you as a Ghost I ha' found me a new Love Seek you one too Admetus told me what would come of meâ—ling with Sluts I lost my Silver Hat-band aboard following him about Sarah Consider how your self swore and protested You were enamoured of my poor Beauty Let the remembrance of your former Love Be a privation to your present Hate Beu Why rest contented I tell you if you had not Been so free of your flesh I should a loved you still And according to Plato I may agen Exit Sarah Justly disdained Sarah now thou reap'st The fruits of thy o're fond credulity How oft might I have been candidly intreated Had I not thrown away my self upon The Charybdes of his flattery which brings Me to the Scilly of this extremity To repair my esteem by his enjoyment Or take revenge for his disloyalty Away should I under a nother's name Disguised seek to vindicate my self Or reputation a las I may dye I love him too well use fair means I l'e humbly Go and complain to Mother and seek her help To urge affection Treason le ts refrain What meekness can't Malice will ne're obtain Enter Winifred Winifred Oh! my Daughter my Daughter my Child my Chick Where hast ' been my Love Come pretty Sarah I have not seen you I Know not when Exeunt Enter Lidorus Lid. Man is but Mortal his resolves more brittle Than Ice a minute old Certainty Rests til 't 'as breath and fly's away agen For one new reason all faculties strike sail But sundry passions we are subject to Make Civil-war then to the victor must A pleasing object be presented Love Revels in 's humours What sad ditty is this Petus singing within Petus Sings Help ease great Powers Why do you thus prevent me And laughing takes a pride still to torment me My fears and sorrows sadly mourn within To see their cause from troubles still begin Then miserable I how shall I bear it Languish for Love and yet must not declare it Entring with Hacca Hac I fetch her Sir Lid. 'T is he From moaning your condition your own plaints Besought me silence let 's confirm our friendship Embrace On your resolve to love none experience Has preacht a better lesson then Meditation Furnisht me with afore you sung Enter Hacca and Berania Hac Madam here 's the Gentleman here 's both I think Ber. While hot a wound 's not felt in the amazment Your arms gave period to I thought of nothing But gratitude since all things quiet Circumstances As Treason seldom goes unpunish't offers Me means of finding't out the Sword my Lords Discovers his Master's vilany if 't be he Had either of you it from him Petus He run woo't in his hand Madam 't is kept To cut his Conscience when he gazes on 't Enter Occus Oc. Well how now Daughter I protest so I do I wondred where you were I vow your servant humble Sir Your servant Gentlemen Both. Yours Ber. Father to these Gentlemen we owe Our rescue in the Garden Oc. I vow I think I thought so pardon me Sirs I Did not know you I vow so I do why we fought Bravely I protest law-you I was never in a worse Combat in my life as I live-law but we came Well off de see Lid. Heavens be thanked Oc. Gentlemen will you please to drink a cup of Wine I vow I 'de have you come in so I would be merry All danger 's over now de-see I pray' come in do so Pet. We 'l follow your courtesie my Lord. Exeunt omnes Enter Thele and Beucer fudled Beucer Ah! Sweet Thele Mistris Thele love me Thele I wonder you importune me so Beucer Thou sweet-sweet-sweet-sweet-sweet face Wo'd I had thee I 'de give all the desks in my Bond. Thele I must confess you are so charming that Your Rhetorick like Orpheus his Harp would make Stones flye about your head Beu If you 'l ha' me My Rhetorick shall make stones flye about your Ah ah ah ah ah head too The. Why you are fuddl'd you are in a pickle Beu Of Cucumbers it 's salt to see you want ha me I 'me sure Thele Go sleep till sober sober carriage then And better manners learnt come we agen Exit Beucer runs after her Enter Winifred Sarah and Admetus Win. Ah my dear Duck where ha'st been my Love Come Dear we 'l go home and ha' a pot of ale my Love Alack I 'm undone help help