EURIONE

But Corimba What's this to me, thou mayest as well tell tales Of love to one departing life, these toys Relish with me as bitter pills with children, Wilt thou effect my business? Cousin Bonivet, I should be glad, after some minutes, to Enjoy your Company. Corimba what answer from Vitelli? do I live? Or in the killing rigour of his scorn Must I die wretched. You talk, And play the cunning flatterer, to excuse Your negligence; but know affections fire Once kindled by desire, and blown by thought Into a heat, expires a thousand sighs, Which as loves smoke, Like incense flies to heaven, While the light fire with nimble wings do soar To its own sphere, true lovers hearts who cherish The flame, till they to ashes burn, and perish. I rest Secure in mine own innocence, and no malice Can forge and accusation which can blemish My meanest thought with scandal. Should I deny't, My love would muster thousand blushes up To invade my guilty Cheeks, I must confess I love him so, as modesty and truth Afford me warrant. His own worth Deserves as noble knowledge here, as many Who borrow titular glory from the dust Of their forgotten Ancestors. Say I did, the evenest, Though most strict justice would allow as lawful My honourable purpose. He appears to me Broad in his own dimensions as the sea, Clear as a brook, whose Crystal lips salute Only the freshest meadows: such a Creature That were some cunning painter to express And Angel clothed in humane shape, he might From his derive a pattern. Would you urge A claim so justly mine, because you viewed The light two years before me: no Chrisea. Love's and unlimited passion, that admits No Ceremonious difference: this prerogative Should Queens endeavour, their valued Dowries Are not of worth to purchase: and though here As it befits me, I observe the distance Endue to your birth; yet in loves sacred Court, My place is high as yours, and there we may Walk hand in hand together. You strive, Because you think my young and timorous flame Unapt t'incounter brave Vitellis heat; As cunning Nurse's do with froward Babes, Fright them into and appetite: but say All this were real, think you Doriam would So easily be persuaded to renounce His proper interest, and enthral his friend To and unwilling slavery? Consider out, why this is such and act, Done by a cruel sister, as shall taint That holy name with such a black reproach That should a thousand pious Virgins weep, Rivers of tears, their most immaculate drops Would not wash white her scandal hapless girl, That in loves tempests Wertenberg but lately tossed; And now recovered in a calm art lost,— I shall attend his pleasure, good Lactantio. If you can meet my Cousin Bonivet, Desire him visit me. Vitelli am I in your opinion lost? my sister Relates so sad a wonder, that if truth, I am undone for ever. But do you mean Vitelli, to perform what Doriam has enjoined you. sorrows flow high; grief unto grief succeed, Wounds are more dangerous which do inward bleed. Offer up Myriads of virgin vows and with our tears Extinguish all irregular flames that taint Thy holy fries. This concerns As nearly me as you, but by just truth, Though I'm engaged by my particular choice To my Vitelli, were I sure the General Would not contemn my offer, and so blast My future fame, I would disclaim all eyes Of former fancy; and implore his safety. My sister Has lost all sense of pity; deer Vitelli, There is no wretchedness oppressing earth Equal to ours, love thus the Tyrant plays, Afflicting innocence by unusual ways. Is this possible? Was all her passion to Vitelli signed? My Hope's recover life again. Truly sister, 'Twas a suspicious rashness, I could wish You never had attempted. You'll redeem The opinion of your piety, which scandal, Should you omit this just and righteous task, Would blast with blackest infamy.