CELLIDE

My joy has so much overmastered me, That in my tears for your return. When heaven, and you sir Shall think it fit: for by your wills I am governed, I have such cordials, That if you will but promise me to take they, Indeed you shall be well, and very quickly, I'll be your Doctor, you shall see how finely I'll fetch you up again. And those julips in the window. How hard he holds my hand Aunt? Oh he faints, for heaven sake, For heaven sake sir. My pity thinks sir, It's great misfortune, that he should thus perish. That were a cruelty, when care may cure him, Why do you weep so sir, he may recover? To do you service. Sure she's hard hearted, That can look on, and not relent, and deeply At such a misery: she is not married? Nor near it? And pray sir, Do's he deserve her truly, that she loves so? Is he your friend? Will not he die then? When th'other shall recover? It's A hard task you put me: yet for your sake I will speak to her: all the art I have: My best endeavours: all his youth, and person, His mind more full of beautis: all his Hope's, The memory of such a sad example, Ill spoken of, and never old: the curses Of loving maids, and what may be alleged I'll lay before her: what's her name? I am ready You have said enough sir, And more then ere I thought that tongue could utter, But you are a man, a false man too. And now, to show you that I am a woman Robbed of her rest, and fooled out of her fondness, The Gentleman shall live: and if he love me, You shall be both my triumphs: I will to him, And as you carelessly fling off your fortune, And now grow weary of my easy winning, So will I loose the name of Valentine, From henceforth all his flatteries, and believe it, Since you have so so slightly parted with affection, And that affection you have pawned your faith for: From this hour, no repentance, vows, nor prayers Shall pluck me back again: what I shall do, Yet I will undertake his cure, expect it, Shall minister no comfort, no content To either of you, but hourly more vexations. No, so much I have loved To be commanded by you, that even now, Even in my hate I will obey your wishes. Die Like a fool unsorrowed? A bankrupt fool, that flings away his treasure? I must begin my cure. Take your desire sir, And in a nobler way, for I dare trust you, No other fruit my love must ever yield ye, I fear no more: yet your most constant memory (So much I am wedded to that worthiness) Shall ever be my friend, companion, husband, Farewell, and fairly govern your affections, Stand, and deceive me not: Oh noble young man, I love thee with my soul, but dare not say it: Once more farewell, and prosper. Exit. No virtuous mother, 'Tis for my holy health, to purchase which They shall forget the child of ease, soft slumbers, Oh my afflicted heart, how thou art tortured, And Love, how Like a tyrant, thou reignest in me, Commanding and forbidding at one instant: Why came I hither that desire to have Only all liberty, to make me happy? Why didst thou bring that young man home, Oh Ʋ alentine, That virtuous youth, why didst thou speak his goodness In such a phrase, as if all tongues, all praises Were made for him? Oh found and ignorant, Why didst thou foster my affection Till it grew up, to know no other father, And then betray it? Yes, Mother, My sorrows only. What make you here? Now sir, I come to you. Not for the world, now, Mother, And thus sir, all my serviee I pay to you, And all my love to him. INdeed he's much changed, extremely altered, His colour faded strangely too. You cannot be the master of your health, Either some fever lies in wait to catch you, Whose harbinger's already in your face We see preparing: or some discontent, Which if it lie in this house, I dare say Both for this noble Gentleman, and all That live within it, shall as readily Be purged away, and with as much care softened, And where the cause is. And this shall be the last fit. Be of good cheer Sir. Me thinks he should go near it, if he love her; If she love him Most truly: Nay were it my self, at your entreaty. So dutiful; Because you urge it sir, It is in deed, I know it. And now know how you love me. By your leave Gentlemen: And pray you your leave a while too, I have something Of secret to imparr unto the patient. You shall not stay for me. How do you worthy Sir? Yes; and do more then that too: comfort you I see you have needs. I would be sorry sir, my charity And my good wishes for your health should merit So stubborn a construction: will it please you To taste a little of this Cordial Enter Valentine. For this I think must cure you. Do you not understand? of this, this Cordial. Do not wonder: For 'tis not impudence, nor want of honour Makes me do this: but love to save your life sir Your life, too excellent to lose in wishes Love, virtuous love. Do not despair: nor do not think to boldly I dare abuse my promise, was your friends And so fast tied, I thought no time could ruin: But so much has your danger, and that spell The powerful name of friend, prevailed above him To whom I ever owe obedience, That here I am, by his command to cure you, Nay more for ever, by his full resignment And willingly I ratefie it. Pray tell me If I had never known that gentleman Would you not willingly embrace my offer? And can you be unwilling He being old and impotent: his aim too Leveled at you, for your good? not constrained, But out of cure, and council? alas consider Play but the woman with me, and consider As he himself do's, and I now dare see it Truly consider sir, what misery. What lose of youth, What everlasting banishment from that Our years do only covet to arrive at Equal affections and shot together: What living name can dead age leave behind him What art of memory but fruitless doting? To you unless you apply it With more and firmer faith, and so digest it I speak but of things possible, not done Nor Like to be, a posset cures your sickness And yet I know you grieve this; and howsoever The worthiness of Friend may make you stagger Which is a fair thing in you, yet my Patient, My gentle Patient, I would feign say more If you would understand. Yet sure your sickness is not so forgetful Nor you so willing to be lost. Do not rave Sir, Nor let the violence of thoughts distract you, You shall enjoy me: I am yours: I pity By those fair eyes I do. With all my soul possess her. Exit, Val. Till this minute. I scorned, and hated you, and came to cousin you: Uttered those things might draw a wonder on me, To make you mad. Nor did your danger, but in charity. Move me a whit: nor you appear unto me More then a common object, yet, now truly, Truly, and nobly I do love you dearly, And from this hour, you are the man I honour, You are the man, the excellence, the honesty, The only friend, and I am glad your sickness Fell so most happily at this time on you, To make this truth the world's. Back to your honesty, make that good ever, It's Like a strong built Castle, seated high, That draws on all ambitions, still repair it, Still fortify it: there are thousand foes Beside the tyrant beauty, will assail it: Look to your Centin is that watch it hourly, Your eyes, let them not wander. Or do's she play still with me? Keep your ears, The two main ports that may betray you strongly From light belief first, then from flattery, Especially where woman beats the parley: The body of your strength, your noble heart From ever yielding ro dishonest ends, Rigged round about with virtue, that no breaches, No subtle mines may meet you. What are you? speak, speak gently, And next, what would you with me? You are no woman certain. I must obey your will. Though much unwilling, you have made me yield, More for his sake I see: how full of sorrow Sweet catching sorrow, he appears? Oh love, That thou but knewest to heal, as well as hurt us. Oh where have I bestrewed my faith: in neither: Let's in for ever now, there is virtue. In, good Mother.