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Behn, Aphra

"The Rover"

La Nu. I
must, I will; what wou'd you have me do? Will. [turning softly to
her.] Never- deceive me more, it may be fatal to wind me up to an
impatient height, then dash my eager Hopes. [Sighing. Forgive my
roughness- and be kind, La Nuche, I know thou wo't- La Nu. Will you
then be ever kind and true? Will. Ask thy own Charms, and to confirm
thee more, yield and disarm me quite. La Nu. Will you not marry then?
for tho you never can be mine that way, I cannot think that you should
be another's. Will. No more delays, by Heaven, 'twas but a trick. La
Nu. And will you never see that Woman neither, whom you're this Night
to visit? Will. Damn all the rest of thy weak Sex, when thou look'st
thus, and art so soft and charming. [Offers to lead her out. La Nu.
Sancho- my Coach. [Turns in scorn. Will. Take heed, what mean ye? La
Nu. Not to be pointed at by all the envying Women of the Town, who'l
laugh and cry, Is this the high-priz'd Lady, now fall'n so low, to
doat upon a Captain? a poor disbanded Captain? defend me from that
Infamy. Will. Now all the Plagues- but yet I will not curse thee, 'tis
lost on thee, for thou art destin'd damn'd. [Going out. La Nu. Whither
so fast? Will. Why,- I am so indifferent grown, that I can tell thee
now- to a Woman, young, fair and honest; she'll be kind and thankful-
farewel, Jilt- now should'st thou die for one sight more of me, thou
should'st not ha't; nay, should'st thou sacrifice all thou hast
couzen'd other Coxcombs of, to buy one single visit, I am so proud, by
Heaven, thou shouldst not have it- To grieve thee more, see here,
insatiate Woman [Shews her a Purse or hands full of Gold] the Charm
that makes me lovely in thine Eyes: it had all been thine hadst thou
not basely bargain'd with me, now 'tis the Prize of some well-meaning
Whore, whose Modesty will trust my Generosity.


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