The works of John Dryden, $c now first collected in eighteen volumes. $p Volume 02 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 434 pages of information about The works of John Dryden, $c now first collected in eighteen volumes. $p Volume 02.

The works of John Dryden, $c now first collected in eighteen volumes. $p Volume 02 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 434 pages of information about The works of John Dryden, $c now first collected in eighteen volumes. $p Volume 02.

Enter, to her, CELADON, OLINDA, and SABINA.

Olin.  Never mince the matter!

Sab.  You have left your heart behind with Florimel; we know it.

Cel.  You know you wrong me:  when I am with Florimel, ’tis still your prisoner, it only draws a longer chain after it.

Flo.  Is it e’en so! then farewell, poor Florimel! thy maidenhead is condemned to die with thee.

Cel.  But let’s leave this discourse; ’tis all digression, that does not speak of your beauties.

Flo.  Now for me, in the name of impudence!—­[Comes forward.] They are the greatest beauties, I confess, that ever I beheld—­

Cel.  How now, what’s the meaning of this young fellow?

Flo.  And therefore I cannot wonder that this gentleman, who has the honour to be known to you, should admire you, since I, that am a stranger—­

Cel.  And a very impudent one, as I take it, sir.

Flo.  Am so extremely surprised, that I admire, love, am wounded, and am dying, all in a moment.

Cel.  I have seen him somewhere, but where I know not:—­Pry’thee, my friend, leave us; dost thou think, we do not know our way in court?

Flo.  I pretend not to instruct you in your way; you see I do not go before you; but you cannot possibly deny me the happiness to wait upon these ladies; me, who—­

Cel.  Thee, who shalt be beaten most unmercifully, if thou dost follow them.

Flo.  You will not draw in court, I hope?

Cel.  Pox on him, let’s walk away faster, and be rid of him.

Flo.  O, take no care for me, sir! you shall not lose me; I’ll rather mend my pace, than not wait on you.

Olin.  I begin to like this fellow.

Cel.  You make very bold here in my seraglio, and I shall find a time to tell you so, sir.

Flo.  When you find a time to tell me on’t, I shall find a time to answer you:  But, pray, what do you find in yourself so extraordinary, that you should serve these ladies better than I?  Let me know what ’tis you value yourself upon, and let them judge betwixt us.

Cel.  I am somewhat more a man than you.

Flo.  That is, you are so much older than I:—­Do you like a man ever the better for his age, ladies?

Sab.  Well said, young-gentleman.

Cel.  Pish, thee! a young raw creature; thou hast ne’er been under the barber’s hands yet.

Flo.  No, nor under the surgeon’s neither, as you have been.

Cel.  ’Slife, what would’st thou be at?  I am madder than thou art.

Flo.  The devil you are!  I’ll tope with you; I’ll sing with you; I’ll dance with you;—­I’ll swagger with you—­

Cel.  I’ll fight with you.

Flo.  Out upon fighting; ’tis grown so common a fashion, that a modish man condemns it; a man of garniture and feather is above the dispensation of the sword.

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