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Show x8S » F A T ^ / C A P U A. Virginius enters to 'em Vir. A m o n g your W o m e n in your Hufwifry! Fie, 'tis a Profanation of the uay, Sacred, and fet apart from c o m m o n Ufe, And dedicated to the publick Joy. Fav. The publick Joy, m y Lord ! Vir The general Joy : In which I have fecur'd a Part for thee, A liberal Share for m y Favonia Fav May I fecure m y private Peace at home: And for the Publick, let the Joy, and Grief, Fall to their different Fates, w h o rife and fall. The State does not concern a Woman's Care: Yet, Sir, I thank you for remembring me. Vir Doft thou 1 Well, there's fornething ev'n in There is a kind of Gratitude in Thanksj Tho* it be barren, and bring forth but Words. Fav. I do not u n d e r f t a n d -- Vir Thou doft not i true : And that's the very Root of m y Complaint, That any thing relating to m y Love Should ftill be ftrange, not underftood by thee. Fav. M y Lord • t Vir. 0\ thou art cold in m y Reception, Thou can'ft not think thy felf, but thou art cold, I would have met m y Welcome in thy Arms, M y eager Welcome in thy longing Arms, That fhould have crufh'd m e inward to thy Heart, Into thy Heart, if it were pofpble. Throbbing and beating with the Pulfe of Love: That, that had been a Welccme fit for m e } And a juft Recompence of all m y Pains. F ^ . Indeed, m y Lord, I o w e you every thing, In recompence of what you have done for mc; But for your Welcome, that you bring along With you j 'tis yours, as you are Mafter here. And if I have not ferv'd it up to you, As does become the Duty of m y Place, With that frank Cheerfulnefs to give Con tent, Let m c not anfwer for m y Nature's Faults. 189 th The FATE */CAPUA. Vir. Nay, n o w thou art too ferious fay. I a m unhappy in the want of all Thofe neceiTary, natural Arts to pleafe Vir. Thou art abovt the Irtle reach of Ar,e And can'ft want nothing, but the Will * T f r Hv. What is there t&t I c a n S ' y ^ £ * • That you do not difpofe of i J °» Vir. Nothing, nothing; Thou art all mine; and let m e te]\ m y Heart That hourly grows more covetous of thy Love' And therefore bufie to torment it felf, ' Its Fears are vain, and thou art wholly mine fav. I o w n your Title, and you are the Lord Of every thing that does belong to m e ^.Why,what would j[have more?There's nothing more; I do confefs that I a m happier 5 ' Than I deferve to be; much happier : S commit many Faults, bat none to thee. 0! could thy Gentlenefs of Soul infufe Its Spirit into m y Breaft, to temper mine- How ihould I then be bleft! But w h o can telp Perhaps 'tis better order'd as it is. Indifference would never fuit m y Fate. My Paflions are unruly, and fometimes" Breakloofe on m y beft Friends: But then you mould onfider 'em as the EfTeds of Love- 7 ithe Effects! Nay they are Love it Cclf: or Love it felf is all the Paflions, t leaft to me: Whether it be Defire " "°PC» °,r Fear, or Anger, or Revenge, all its different Motions, ftiJl 'tis Love ve, Love! The great Incendiary here' sTorch fets all this little World on Fire-nd let it burn, to purine m y Flame-or Live and Love fhall both b u m out together. <~ o- Servm m m *° tin- S«v. Sir, you are ftaid for. &. So, fo, well, I come. tlT?0t my £lf> m? Bufine^ '*o, Z ?°k,n T2 on thee- c*n'ft thou tel m e , Love, « twas I came about ? * y°U11 N ft* |
