my old acquaintance. Now unless Aimwell has made good use of his time, all our fair machine goes
|souse into the sea like the Eddystone.1Exit.||110|
Scene changes to the gallery in the same house.
Enter AIMWELLand DORINDA.
DOR. Well, well, my lord, you have conquered; your late generous action will, I hope, plead for my easy yielding; though I must own, your lordship had a friend in the fort before.
|AIM. The sweets of Hybla2 dwell upon her||5|
Enter FOIGARD, with a book.
FOI. Are you prepared, boat?
DOR. I'm ready. But first, my lord, one word. I have a frightful example of a hasty marriage in my
|own family; when I reflect upon't, it shocks me.||10|
AIM. Consider! Do you doubt my honor or my love?
DOR. Neither. I do believe you equally just as
|brave; and were your whole sex drawn out for||15|
|hardly dare affirm I know myself in anything||20|
AIM. (aside). Such goodness who could injure! I find myself unequal to the task of villain; she has gained my soul, and made it honest like her own.
|I cannot, cannot hurt her. -- Doctor, retire. --||25|
|DOR. Forbid it, heaven! a counterfeit!||30|
AIM. I am no lord, but a poor needy man, come with a mean, a scandalous design to prey upon your fortune. But the beauties of your mind and person have so won me from myself that, like a trusty
|servant, I prefer the interest of my mistress to||35|
DOR. Sure I have had the dream of some poor mariner, a sleepy image of a welcome port, and wake involved in storms! -- Pray, sir, who are you?
|AIM. Brother to the man whose title I||40|
DOR. Matchless honesty! -- Once I was proud, sir, of your wealth and title, but now am prouder that you want it; now I can show my love was justly
|levelled, and had no aim but love. --Doctor,||45|
Enter FOIGARD at one door, GIPSEY at another, who whispers DORINDA.
[To FOIGARD.] Your pardon, sir, we sha'not [want] you now. -- [To AIMWELL.) Sir, you must excuse me. I'll wait on you presently. Exit with GIPSEY.
|FOI. Upon my shoul, now, dis is foolish.||50|
AIM. Gone! and bid the priest depart! -- It has an ominous look.
ARCH. Courage, Tom! Shall I wish you joy?
|ARCH. 'Oons, man, what ha' you been doing?||55|
AIM. O Archer! my honesty, I fear, has ruined me.
AIM. I have discovered myself.
ARCH. Discovered! and without my consent?
|What! have I embarked my small remains in the||60|
AIM. O Archer! I own my fault.
|ARCH. After conviction -- 'tis then too late for pardon. You may remember, Mr. Aimwell,||65|
AIM. Stay, my dear Archer. but a minute.
|ARCH. Stay! what, to be despised, exposed,||70|
|AIM. What knight?||75|
ARCH. Sir Charles Freeman, brother to the lady that I had almost -- but no matter for that; 'tis a cursed night's work, and so I leave you to make the best on't. (Going.)
|AIM. Freeman! -- One word, Archer. Still||80|
ARCH. 'Sdeath! who doubts it?
AIM. She consented after to the match; and still
|I dare believe she will be just.||85|
ARCH. To herself, I warrant her, as you should have been.
AIM. By all my hopes, she comes, and smiling comes!
Enter DORINDA, mighty gay.
|DOR. Come, my dear lord -- I fly with im-||90|
Questia, a part of Gale, Cengage Learning. www.questia.com
Publication information: Book title: British Dramatists from Dryden to Sheridan. Contributors: George Henry Nettleton - Editor, Arthur Eillicot Case - Editor. Publisher: Boston ; Houghton Mifflin company,.. Place of publication: Boston; New York. Publication year: 1939. Page number: 383.