O. BELL. A dod, drink it, then!
SIR FOP. Let us have the new bacchic.
O. BELL. A dod, that is a hard word. What does it mean, sir?
|MED. A catch or drinking-song.||470|
O. BELL. Let us have it then.
SIR FOP. Fill the glasses round and draw up in a body. -- Hey, music! (They sing.)
The pleasures of love and the joys of good wine
We to beauty all day Give the sovereign sway
To perfect our happiness wisely we join. 475
And her favorite nymphs devoutly obey.
At the plays we are constantly making our court,
To the Mall and the Park, Where we love till 'tis dark.
And when they are ended we follow the sport 480
Then sparkling champagne
Puts an end to their reign;
Poor languishing lovers; Makes us frolic and gay, and drowns all our sorrow.
It quickly recovers 485
But alas! we relapse again on the morrow.
Let every man stand
And briskly discharge at the word of command: Here's a health to all those
With his glass in his hand, 490
Whom to-night we depose!
Wine and beauty by turns great souls should inspire;
Present all together! and now, boys, give fire! 495
O. BELL. A dod, a pretty business and very merry!
SIR FOP. Hark you; Medley, let you and I take the fiddles and go waken Dorimant.
MED. We shall do him a courtesy, if it be as I
|guess. For after the fatigue of this night he'll||500|
Y. BELL. I'll go with you, and there we'll consult about affairs, Medley.
|O. BELL. (looks on his watch). A dod, 'tis||505|
SIR FOP. Let's away, then.
O. BELL. Mr. Medley, my sister tells me you are an honest man -- and a dod, I love you. Few words
|and hearty -- that's the way with old Harry,||510|
SIR FOP. [to his Servants]. Light your flambeaux. Hey!
O. BELL. What does the man mean?
|MED. 'Tis day, Sir Fopling.||515|
SIR FOP. No matter; our serenade will look the greater. Exeunt omnes.
DORIMANT'S lodging. A table, a candle, a toilet, etc. HANDY, lying up linen.
Enter DORIMANTin his gown, and BELLINDA.
DOR. Why will you be gone so soon?
BELL. Why did you stay out so late?
DOR. Call a chair, Handy. -- What makes you tremble so?
|BELL. I have a thousand fears about me.||5|
DOR. By nobody but myself and trusty Handy.
BELL. Where are all your people?
DOR. I have dispersed 'em on sleeveless1 errands.
|What does that sigh mean?||10|
BELL. Can you be so unkind to ask me? Well -- (sighs) -- were it to do again --
DOR. We should do it, should we not?
BELL. I think we should -- the wickeder man you
|to make me love so well. Will you be discreet||15|
DOR. I will.
BELL. You cannot.
DOR. Never doubt it.
|BELL. I will not expect it.||20|
DOR. You do me wrong.
BELL. You have no more power to keep the secret than I had not to trust you with it.
DOR. By all the joys I have had and those you
|keep in store --||25|
BELL. -- You'll do for my sake what you never did before.
DOR. By that truth thou hast spoken, a wife shall sooner betray herself to her husband.
|BELL. Yet I had rather you should be false in||30|
DOR. What's that?
BELL. That you would never see Loveit more but in public places -- in the Park, at Court and plays.
|DOR. 'Tis not likely a man should be fond of||35|
BELL. I dare not trust your promise.
DOR. You may --
|BELL. This does not satisfy me. You shall||40|
DOR. I will, a thousand oaths. By all --
BELL. Hold! You shall not, now I think on't better.
|DOR. I will swear!||45|
BELL. I shall grow jealous of the oath and think I owe your truth to that, not to your love.
DOR. Then, by my love; no other oath I'll swear.____________________