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Show Marriage A-la-Mode Which is fo great a Favour to me. J™^1 ^' henfive of fome Violence Si, Solitary P l a f ^ ^ ^ V ™ i^moft fit for Lovers, but by ,ou. Then, fays he, ^ ^ J f v o w y G U re Rude, Sir O fie, fie fie, ,r-J . -Nay, now i j _ _ -r , n,nllid. Madam, , llope you'l be Honourable V - ^ - - « &BJ> A, e| ah, ah, ah. 4?nd^n1,etto^,Letme P""""- I ^ r l befeech you- ^ ^ ^ ^ Ia>». I'll not deny , . But what your Spies inform d you of is true. I love the fair M » > ™ ; but I lewd her Before I knew your Tittle to - J * * ^ ^ ^. See here the comes; and looks, amid/ft her Guards, Like a weak Dove under the Falcon s gripe. n Vinv'n I cannot bear it. r ? " - Ma'l d >c o m e hlthcr* H a W y o n frefom'd fo far, as to receive Will raife a blufh upon a WrginsFacci v ^ i wis ever taught twas bale to .Lie. Y£tT // Yo Jv been too bold, and you muft Love no more. pi. indeed I mult, I cannot help m y Love : I was fo tender when I took the bent, That now I grow that way. Poly He is a Prince, and you are mean y born. Leon. Love either finds equality, or makes it, Like Death, he knows no difference in Degrees, But plains, aud levels all. Palm. Alas, I had not render d up m y Heart, Had he not lov'd me firft, but he prefer d me Above the Maidens of m y Age and Rank; Still (hun'd their Company, and ftill fought mine I I was not w o n by Gifts, yet ftill he gave i And all his Gifts, though fmall, yet fpoke h,s Love. He pick'd the carlieft Strawberries in Woods, The clutter d Filberds, and the purple Grapes : He taught a prating Stare to fpeak m y Name, And when he found a Neft of Nightingales, Or callow Linnets, he would fhow em me, And let m e take 'em out. Poly. This is a little Miftrifs, meanly born, Fit only for a Prince his vacant hours, And then, to laughat her Simplicity, Not fix a Paffion there. N o w hear m y Sentence. ^ hem. Remember, ere you give it, 'tis pronounc d Againft us both. Poly. Firft, in her Hand There fhall be plac'd a Player's painted Scepter, And, on her Head, a gilded Pageant Crown, Thus fhall fhe go, With all the Boys attending on her Triumph: That done, be put alone into a Boat, With Bread and Water only for three days, So an the Sea (he (hall be fet adrift, And who relieves her, dies. Palm. I only beg that you would ex .cute ___ Marriage A-la-Mode. 4.91 The laft part firft : let me be put to Sea, The Bread and Water, for m y three days Life I give you back, I would not live fo Ion* • ' But let m e fcape the Shame. ° Leon. Look tome, Piety, and you,0 Gods, look to m y Piety . Keep m e from faying that which misbecomes a Son\ But let m e die before I fee this done. Poly. If you for ever Vill abjure her fight I can be yet a Father, fhe fhall live. £ M H . Hear, OyouPow'rs, is this to be a Father > I fee 'tis all m y happinefs and quiet You aim at, Sir, and take 'em : I will not fave ev'n m y Palmyra's Life At that ignoble Price, but I'll die with her. Palm. So had I done by you, Had Fate made me a Princefs: Death, methinks, Is not a Terrour n o w, He is not fierce, or grim, but fawns, and fooths me, And Hides along, like Cleopatra's Afpick, Off ring his Service to m y Troubled Breaft. Leon. Begin what you have purpos'd when you pleafe, Lead her to Scorn, your Triumph thall be doubled. As holy Priefts In pity go with dying Malefadtours, So will I (hare her Shame. Poly. You fhall not have your Will fo much , firft part 'em, Then excute your Office. Leon. No , I'll die In her defence. {Draws his Sword. Palm. Ah, hold, and pull not on A Curfe, to make me Worthy of m y Death: D o not by Lawlefs Force oppofe your Father, .Whom you have too much difobey'd for me. Leon. Here, take it, Sir, and with it, pierce m y Heart: [Prefenting bis Sword to lis You have done more, in taking m y Palmyra. \ Father upon his knees. You are m y Father, therefore I fubmit. Poly. Keep him from any thing he may defign Againft his Life, whil'ft the firft ftiry lafts. And now perform what I commanded you. Leon. In vain, if Sword and Poifon be denfd me, I'll hold m y Breath and die. Palm. Farewell, m y laft Leonidas; yet live, I charge you live, till you believe m e dead. I cannot die in peace, if you die firft. If Life's a bleffing, you fhall have it laft. Poly. Go on with her, and lead him after me. Enter Argaleon hajiily, with Hermogenes. Arga. I bring you, Sir, fuch News as muft amaze you, And fuch as will prevent you from an Action Which would have rendred all your Life unhapy.. Poly. Hermogenes, you bend your Knees in vain , [Hermogenes kneels. M y Doom's already paft. Her. I Kneel not for Palmyra, for I know She will not need m y Pray'rs, but for m y felf: With a feign'd Tale I have abus'd your Ears, And therefore merit Death, but fince, unfore'd, I firft accufe m y felf, I hope your Mercy. Poly. Hafte to explain your meaning. Her. Then, in few Words, Palmyra- is your Daughter. Poly. How can I give belief to this Impoftor > He who has once abus'd me, often may. I'l hear no more. . j ___ . For your o w n fake, you mult. Her.' A Parent's Love (for I confefs m y Crime) ^^ |