CHRYSOLINA

Good morrow to you Sir, there is but one Aurora, What do you make my Sister pray? Lets hear his speech out, and my Sister be the Sun, We shall have day enough: a pretty Pageant! You are most welcome. You will not Sir, be angry, if I answer you justly. I confess, I now do feel the power of love, until That Gentleman— By his fair merit, wone my hearts consent, I had my freedom. The same, o Sir, there's no comparison With him and those that proffer us their service: Sir Gervace is but title, tother noise, Empty of all reality and worth, There is my choice, more precious to my thoughts, Pointing to Her. Than all mankind without him, and I hope You will be kind in your allowance Sir. And call it happiness; Was ever Maid so miserable in her affection? Indeed we are; We are too much one, And both love one too much, for either to enjoy him. Alas poor sister, Why should you give him me? it is no argument; Because I came one minute into life Before you, therefore you should render first To me, what is so precious to your self; Rather let me begin, that was first made Acquainted to the world, resign to thee, And make thee happy by enjoying him. I cannot tell— And can it be, you could do less, that love him As well as I, to see him made my husband, Would it not make you melancholy sister, And oft retire into the dark to weep, Could you behold us freely kiss, embrace And go to bed together, remembering that You gave this friend to me from your own Heart, and live? This is again Our misery, it is not in our power Be resignation, to assure to either His love, he only must determine it We cannot guide his passion. That makes Our flame increase, that he protests he loves Us both, so equally. Let us then join our argument to persuade him, To point out one of us to be his Bride, Tother in time, may hope to gain her freedom; I know not what I say—we both must plead Against our selves: see, he is come already. Sir, if we be not troublesome— Nor let us suffer in our modesties, If our request seem strange. You prepare; we dispute not The strangeness of your love, but pity it, And are so ready in our own affection To answer your opinion of us both, That if you can collect, what divide On two, and place it fairly upon one, Choose whom you will make happy. You oblige us more to respect him. This was intended for you sister. We shall be troubled now. No more; you do not well to wrong your friend, That trusts you with his bosom. He gave you welcome hither, and you practice Unworthily to supplant him. In seeming to extenuate your error, You thus enlarge it, and bring into question The honour of your friend, for whom I must Though weak, rise up a Champion for his virtue, And to beat off all argument, on your partly To move for my affection, know, he is next heaven, The only object of my heart, nor can it know a change. I must not hear you plead thus, you appear Nor friend to him, nor me; so fare you well. Exit. Sir, you are welcome, what not speak to me? This is a strange neglect; I have news for you: Your friend— I am not easy Sir to entertain Malicious accusation of your fame, Your virtue in my thoughts, is not so soon Shaken with one report. How a wife? With your tropes and figures, Alas poor Lady I pity her, what does she see in him, To draw this passion? My sister, Sir, is just, can you expect And entertainment here after your scorn Of one that nobly loves you? Ex. Chr. He cannot be So fixed in meditation; with your favour. Sure he mistakes me all this while, 'tis I. It do not grieve me that he loves my sister, I, touch him there Aurelia. Wherein have I deserved to be thus slighted? Is there no conflict in my blood? Can love I bear a sister, take away all sense Of this indignity? 'Tis Master Thornay : I am resolved, I have no other way To punish his disdain, than to pretend I love this Gentleman, that he may see I have the freedom of my soul, to mock His triumph, and with as much facility Meet his neglect. O Master Thornay, You are very welcome, I was wishing for you. You absent your self too much believe, your visits shall not be more frequent, than your person grateful hither. Shall you and I Sir, walk a turn i'th Garden. Hold as you bear respect to me. This cannot be. I have herd you Sir, And doubt not, when he comes to answer These imputations, he may quit himself. Admit he promised love, Obliged himself by oath to her you plead for, This binds him not to undo himself for ever. Yes, marriage is and act, That does concern his whole life, and in something May mar, or profit his eternity: Perhaps the Gentlewoman, since he gave His faith is fallen from virtue. We do not Sir accuse her. This Gentleman pleads for her. Dismiss him first. I'll not question Sir, this Gentleman's relation. But in my confidence, he hath spoke all truth: I must desire you visit me no more. Ingrateful man! how are poor women cozened? With what impudence couldst thou desire my favour? Go and make a satisfaction to the injured Maid, Born the dishonour of a man. Exit. That Gentleman? I know the man you love then, is't not Thornay? Why he's a zealous suitor for my love. Here I'll obscure. Chrysolina withdraws. Does he affect her? Eugenia. Chr. leads in Eug. May be she has. This carries no probability. With all this, it does not appear you love her so And be and instrument, nay plead to put another in possession Of your loved treasure; for if I mistake not You late did urge a man, whom she esteemed Better, to return and marry her: Can any man that loves a woman truly, Strive to supplant himself and give away His comfort? If this can be, Thou art the noblest lover in the world, With what affection shall she be blessed That loves him, when the mistress that esteems Him not, is thus rewarded? If you will please to join with me, I doubt not To effect her wishes. You do not know what power I have with him. I'll undertake— What reward? I do admire and love this noble temper, What flames are these? Suppress they, they grow high, If he affect her so, what hope have I? Ex. It was not kindly done, believe me sister, He did perform but our request. He could not make you happy, and remain Servant to me. Do not think I was, I did but carry trouble in my face, When he declared himself withdrew my smiles, For your sake, to make you appear most lovely, And worthy of his choice; and could you be So cruel to reject him, when he came To be confirmed your own without a rival? It seems he did not know who loved him best. Yes, and I in this, will mak't appear, That now you have exiled him from your love, I'll sue for his affection. But you Aurelia are not his; I will Appeal to his modest reason, that shall guide His eye to look on both again, I do not See what in me should not invite him hither, With as much ardor, rather more, since he Hath proved already your too much unkindness; What if this noble Gentleman should loose His wits upon it, will all your beauty call His straggling senses to their seat again? I'll seek him out betimes and comfort him. How? Thus I may awake his noble flame, nor is it Any dishonour when the world shall know How you have used him, if I make return, To what I loved so dearly. Defer it rather now; here comes my hope. I see no cause. He's turned Ieronymo. Do you know where you are? Do you pay so much for every kiss? a Diamond? Then he's gone to her Let other Virgins when they hear this story Wonder, but give me leave to love you for it, Indeed I do; look not so strange, your virtue Compels me to reaveale it, 'tis no shame To own a passion, kindled by such goodness. She is satisfied, and you are disengaged. I will retire to blush and weep. Can I be so happy? This truth? Was this the cause? I'll tell Aurelia this. She meant to visit him, but this will give her wings. I feel Another soul, what raptures are distilled Upon my heart? Enter Caperwit. Have I not been tedious? I told my sister all, and she is gone To Mr. Gerard, if their meeting prosper, I have directed where to find us. But I must ask your blessing, we are married, No such thing has passed. I have not used him so: was there no way to express his purpose, without this scorn? 'tis not discreetly done, I could be very angry he returns, Enter Gerard; Aurelia. With him Aurelia. May be turned prostitute. How does my deer Eugenia? And more felicity Than I can boast mine own, she's half a Bride. Happy ith' embraces of her wished servant; You know our story; he ha chosen her, And most uncivilly neglecteth me. Thus laden with his scorn, I come to practice A scene of sorrow w'ye; sure thy fate Hath spun a thread for me, we are so Like In our misfortunes: Have you herd no new Of your ingrateful servant, for I know No other name, and he indeed deserves To have no other memory that takes A pride in his disdain. Never to me: or if you had this news Is recompense enough. How's that? There is no danger to be feared; aqualme. Pray let me ask you Sir one question, Do you affect this Virgin really? I move it not for any harm.