AMAN. Whate'er they are, there is a weight in
Sufficient for their balance. The soul, I do con
It leaves the reins in the wild hand of Nature,
Who, like a Phaeton, drives the fiery chariot,
|And sets the world on flame.||160|
Perhaps you may not think it worth your while
To take such mighty pains for my esteem;
|But that I leave to you.||165|
You see the price I set upon my heart;|
Perhaps 'tis dear: but spite of all your art,
You'll find on cheaper terms we ne'er shall part.1
WOR. (solus). Sure there's divinity about her;
|And sh'as dispensed some portion on't to me.||170|
The vile, the gross desires of flesh and blood,
Is in a moment turned to adoration.
|The coarser appetite of nature's gone,||175|
But in this moment of my purity
I could on her own terms accept her heart.
|Yes, lovely woman, I can accept it,||180|
When truth's extorted from us, then we own
The robe of virtue is a graceful habit.
|Could women but our secret counsels scan,||185|
For when they throw off one, we soon the other cast.
Their sympathy is such -----
|The fate of one the other scarce can fly;||190|
[ LORD FOPPINGTON'S lodgings.]
Enter MISS HOYDENand Nurse.
MISS. But is it sure and certain, say you, he's my lord's own brother?
NURSE. As sure as he's your lawful husband.
MISS. I'cod, if I had known that in time, I don't
|know but I might have kept him; for between||5|
NURSE. Why, truly, in my poor fancy, madam,
|your first husband is the prettier gentleman.||10|
MISS. I don't like my lord's shapes, nurse.
NURSE. Why, in good truly, as a body may say, he is but a slam.2
MISS. What do you think now he puts me in mind
|of? Don't you remember a long, loose, sham||15|
NURSE. As like as two twin brothers.
MISS. I'cod, I have thought so a hundred times: 'faith, I'm tired of him.
|NURSE. Indeed, madam, I think you had e'en||20|
MISS. Oh, but, nurse, we han't considered the main thing yet. If I leave my lord, I must leave 'my lady' too: and when I rattle about the streets in
|my coach, they'll only say, 'There goes Mistress||25|
NURSE. Squire Fashion.
MISS. Squire Fashion, is it? ----- Well, Squire -----
|that's better than nothing: do you think one||30|
NURSE. I don't know but one might, madam, when the king's in a good humor.
MISS. I'cod, that would do rarely. For then he'd
|be as good a man as my father, you know.||35|
NURSE. By'r Lady, and that's as good as the best of 'em.
MISS. So 'tis, faith; for then I shall be 'my lady' and 'your ladyship' at every word; that's all I have
|to care for. Ha, nurse! ----- but hark you me, one||40|
NURSE. Oh, enough's as good as a feast: besides,
|madam, one don't know but as much may fall to||45|
|in their coaches, with a murrain to 'em, whilst||50|
MISS. Oh, but for that, don't deceive yourself,
|nurse. For this I must say for my lord, and a --||55|