CHRISEA

Your grace prepares us for that, We did intend to offer. You would infer that we Should in their imitation spend this time Intended for a conference which concerns us Nearer then Compliment. You mistake me. You misconstrue The intention of my looks, I am not angry Though much distempered. I believe That in some trivial quarrel to redeem My fame, should scandal touch it, you would fight Perhaps to show your valour: But I have A task to enjoin me, which my fears possess me, You dare not venture to accept. Do not rage, When you shall hear it, you will then confess Your confident error. Will you swear this? Enough, that vow Cannot but be material, receive it, I must no longer love you. You'll find me very serious: nay more, I love another, and I do enjoin you, Since 'tis a man you may overrule, to assist me In my obtaining him, without whose love I'm resolute to perish. Where's now The strength of soul you boasted, does the noise Of the death speaking Cannon, not affright Your settled resolution, and the voice Of a weak woman shake your youthful blood Into and ague: since you so ill bear this When you shall hear the man, whose love has stolen Your interest, you will rage more than unlimited fire In populous Cities. Sir you cannot By most submissive and continued prayers Reclaim my affection, which stands fixed as Fate Upon your friend Vitelli. Sir, I not use To jest my life away: Vitelli is The person, to obtain whose precious love I do conjure you by all ties of honour To employ your utmost diligence. They are but vain, You may as easily think to kiss the stars, Because they shine on you, as recall my vows, Which I will urge no further; but wish you Regard your honour: But farewell, I must Be cruel ever, to my own love unjust. Cornuba see If General Doriam be within— Eurione I have been seeking thee, how dost thou sister? I must demand a question that concerns The safety of your fame. I believe, but know Eurione I am informed You do affect Vitelli, and conjure you By the deer memory of our mother, tell me If the report be certain. 'Tis ill done, and childishly so easily to impart The treasure of your liberty, to keeping Of a neglected stranger. You defend him Like a brave Championess, as if you meant, Engage your dearest pawn of life and honour In his protection. Fie, you are led on too wildly by your fancy sister, It ill befits the greatness of your blood To seek to mix its pure stream with a poor Regardless River. But suppose my fancy Should oversway my judgement, to affect Vitelli; sure your manners would allow me, By willing resignation of your choice, The privilege of my birthright. Do not flatter Your fancy with this vain conceit: Vitelli Must be no more yours; Know I have enjoined The General Doriam to engage his friend, To embrace my proffered love to him. By truth he has impawn'd his honour to endeavour What I have uttered, gentle Girl consider Loves unresisted violence, and believe I would not have a rival to usurp A corner in the Kingdom of that heart Of which i'm sovereign, so farewell deer soul, Consider out. CAme none yet from the General? Sir, the General is so just in his proceeding, I must ever Esteem him truly Noble, though I should Banish him my affection. No? not to enjoy your self? Sir your modesty Extenuates your own worthiness, to bestow A large addition on your friends, my judgement Has balanced both, and has concluded which Ought to be held most noble, I do honour True constancy in men, pray tell me sir, For it concerns me nearly, did you ever. Fervently love my sister? And can you extinguish So great a flame so easily, can entreats, So soon subdue your temper? if your truth Be of this wavering quality, how shall I Receive assurance of it? You are just In your determination. My expectation did not Sage this softness in you, I had thought You had come furnished with a full resolve To act your friends request. I Am very sorry that his Fate has cast Such a disastrous chance upon his Life: But his desert will blunt the edge of justice, And mitigate the severity, which would Question the safety of his Life. You plead in your own cause, not his, to does not beseem My modesty to interpose my self In that which nought concerns me. This is to seek to pacify the sea With tears; Vitelli you mistake, your friend Value's not at so deer a rate his life, As to receive a being tributary To my unasked intreats, beside I should Envy the states prerogative, whose mercy Is in remitting his unwilling fault, But a becoming thankfulness, and should Be censured, as too partial to my own Affection should I strive to be his wife, Whose hand is purpled with the innocent blood Of my late murdered kinsman. Sir, ime come to gratulate your beauteous bride, and wish you joys immortal. Your happiness already, Is so superlative, I cannot think A new addition to it, you enjoy The very sum of fortune in your match, To such a noble and illustrious husband. I no longer can hold my passion in, These walls of flesh are not of Strength sufficient to contain My big swollen heart: My Lords behold a creature So infinitely wretched, I deserve not The meanest show of pity, who have, Like A silly merchant, trifled away a jemme, The darling of the quarry, lost a love By my too foolish niceness, to regain Whose forfeiture I would lay down my life: But he is gone for ever, and I left A piteous spectacle for the reproach And scorn of wiser women. O my Lord, When you shall hear it, you will sighs for me, And shed a charitable tear, at thought Of my unkind disaster: sir my Justice Cannot accuse your constancy, which stood In the first trial of your love, as fast And spotless as and Alabaster rock, That had it but persisted in that height Of honourable loyalty, your glory Had been advanced to heaven, as the fixed star, To guide all lovers through the rough Seas of affection. O my Lord, each grief of which You're sensible, is mine, and not your Torment, every sighs you breath is and Afflicting motion, expired by my vexed Spirit, and if you could weep, each drop Would be my blood, who am the spring Of the whole flood of sorrow; o forgive The too exceeding honour of my love, I would Have had you for your perfect truth so glorious; Your loyalty should not for Preservation of your fame, have needed To adopt a statue for its heir, or built a Monumental pyramid, but love Is ofttimes loves undoing. My Lord, Humane condition always censures things By their event, my aims have had success So strangely hapless, that will blast the truth Of their intentions purity, I never Harboured the least suspicion of your faith, Which I did strive to perfect, by the test, As richest gold refined, and purged From dross of other baser metals, and beside The trial of your constancy, I meant To found Vitellies depth; upon whose love My sister doted, so that I was loath To see her cast the treasure of her heart Upon a stranger, of whose constancy She had too small assurance. My wretched fate With a too quick prevention has orethrowne The justness of my purpose, I relied so much upon his nobleness, I thought The ugly horror of a thousand death's Could not have moved his temper, and beside, Knowing his mighty courage, I permitted The law proceed upon him, that hereafter He might be sure no merit can appear Offended justice, otherwise I could Easily have stopped this mischief. Lady, to quit all scruple that I do not wish Yours and your Lords succeeding happiness, I'll offer Something as and oblation that shall and de Peace to your nuptial garland (see my Lord) My Cousin Bonivet lives. I must confirm't, Sir it was I who caused him to conceal My Cousin Bonivet, for the causes which I did declare before, and now my self Having received a satisfying proof Of his affection, came resolved to clear These misty errors, but my cruel fate Has Like a sudden storm which has beat down A goodly field of standing Corn even ripe For the laborious Fickle, crushed my Hope's In one sad minute into nothing. Since I have scaped the danger passed, believe isle avoid The Like hereafter; my Lord please you confirm My choice; and let my sister be disposed To good Vitelli, he deserves her. Hear it then, and do not, As you respect your oath, or love, request The cause of what I shall command. I must no longer love you, and command you, Leave your affection to me. My will guides my determination, and you must In honour act your promise. Th'art still In these impertinent discourses: what's the cause My sister is so prodigal of her grief, To let thee see her vent it? Vitelli you are welcome, I suppose Your business has been urgent, we expected Your presence sooner, howsoever now 'Tis grateful hither. This whole discourse Should you enlarge it to a volume, cannot Altar my meanest thought, I only wish you As you are noble to respect your honour; That's all my answer. Sure my Lord Y'ave studied Compliment; I thought the war Had taught men resolution, and not language. This Vitelli Is not a means to win me to your friend, But more avert me from him, it inflames My mind with holier fire to Court your love; There is and evident beauty in your soul, Equal to truest honour, I will cherish This bravery in you, if your masculine fancy Engages you thus constant, to a friend, You'll be a loyal husband, fare you well, Be still thus noble, and be happy.