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the double-dealer-第18章

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couplets。



LORD FROTH。  Couplets。



SIR PAUL。  Oh; here they come。





SCENE XXI。





'To them' LADY FROTH; BRISK。



BRISK。  My lord; your humble servant; Sir Paul; yours;the finest

night!



LADY FROTH。  My dear; Mr。 Brisk and I have been star…gazing; I don't

know how long。



SIR PAUL。  Does it not tire your ladyship?  Are not you weary with

looking up?



LADY FROTH。  Oh; no; I love it violently。  My dear; you're

melancholy。



LORD FROTH。  No; my dear; I'm but just awake。



LADY FROTH。  Snuff some of my spirit of hartshorn。



LORD FROTH。  I've some of my own; thank you; dear。



LADY FROTH。  Well; I swear; Mr。 Brisk; you understood astronomy like

an old Egyptian。



BRISK。  Not comparably to your ladyship; you are the very Cynthia of

the skies; and queen of stars。



LADY FROTH。  That's because I have no light but what's by reflection

from you; who are the sun。



BRISK。  Madam; you have eclipsed me quite; let me perish。  I can't

answer that。



LADY FROTH。  No matter。  Hark 'ee; shall you and I make an almanac

together?



BRISK。  With all my soul。  Your ladyship has made me the man in't

already; I'm so full of the wounds which you have given。



LADY FROTH。  O finely taken!  I swear now you are even with me。  O

Parnassus; you have an infinite deal of wit。



SIR PAUL。  So he has; gads…bud; and so has your ladyship。





SCENE XXII。





'To them' LADY PLYANT; CARELESS; CYNTHIA。



LADY PLYANT。  You tell me most surprising things; bless me; who

would ever trust a man?  Oh my heart aches for fear they should be

all deceitful alike。



CARE。  You need not fear; madam; you have charms to fix inconstancy

itself。



LADY PLYANT。  O dear; you make me blush。



LORD FROTH。  Come; my dear; shall we take leave of my lord and lady?



CYNT。  They'll wait upon your lordship presently。



LADY FROTH。  Mr。 Brisk; my coach shall set you down。



ALL。  What's the matter?  'A great shriek from the corner of the

stage。'





SCENE XXIII。





'To them' LADY TOUCHWOOD runs out affrighted; my lord after her;

like a parson。



LADY TOUCH。  Oh; I'm betrayed。  Save me; help me!



LORD TOUCH。  Now what evasion; strumpet?



LADY TOUCH。  Stand off; let me go。



LORD TOUCH。  Go; and thy own infamy pursue thee。  You stare as you

were all amazed;I don't wonder at it;but too soon you'll know

mine; and that woman's shame。





SCENE the last。





LORD TOUCHWOOD; LORD FROTH; LADY FROTH; LADY PLYANT; SIR PAUL;

CYNTHIA; MELLEFONT; MASKWELL; MELLEFONT disguised in a parson's

habit and pulling in MASKWELL。



MEL。  Nay; by heaven you shall be seen。  Careless; your hand。  Do

you hold down your head?  Yes; I am your chaplain; look in the face

of your injured friend; thou wonder of all falsehood。



LORD TOUCH。  Are you silent; monster?



MEL。  Good heavens!  How I believed and loved this man!  Take him

hence; for he's a disease to my sight。



LORD TOUCH。  Secure that manifold villain。  'Servants seize him。'



CARE。  Miracle of ingratitude!



BRISK。  This is all very surprising; let me perish。



LADY FROTH。  You know I told you Saturn looked a little more angry

than usual。



LORD TOUCH。  We'll think of punishment at leisure; but let me hasten

to do justice in rewarding virtue and wronged innocence。  Nephew; I

hope I have your pardon; and Cynthia's。



MEL。  We are your lordship's creatures。



LORD TOUCH。  And be each other's comfort。  Let me join your hands。

Unwearied nights; and wishing days attend you both; mutual love;

lasting health; and circling joys; tread round each happy year of

your long lives。





Let secret villany from hence be warned;

Howe'er in private mischiefs are conceived;

Torture and shame attend their open birth;

Like vipers in the womb; base treachery lies;

Still gnawing that; whence first it did arise;

No sooner born; but the vile parent dies。





'Exeunt Omnes。'







EPILOGUESpoken by Mrs。 Mountford。







Could poets but foresee how plays would take;

Then they could tell what epilogues to make;

Whether to thank or blame their audience most。

But that late knowledge does much hazard cost:

Till dice are thrown; there's nothing won; nor lost。

So; till the thief has stolen; he cannot know

Whether he shall escape the law; or no。

But poets run much greater hazards far

Than they who stand their trials at the bar。

The law provides a curb for it's own fury;

And suffers judges to direct the jury:

But in this court; what difference does appear!

For every one's both judge and jury here;

Nay; and what's worse; an executioner。

All have a right and title to some part;

Each choosing that in which he has most art。

The dreadful men of learning all confound;

Unless the fable's good; and moral sound。

The vizor…masks; that are in pit and gallery;

Approve; or damn; the repartee and raillery。

The lady critics; who are better read;

Inquire if characters are nicely bred;

If the soft things are penned and spoke with grace;

They judge of action too; and time; and place;

In which we do not doubt but they're discerning;

For that's a kind of assignation learning。

Beaus judge of dress; the witlings judge of songs;

The cuckoldom; of ancient right; to cits belongs。

Thus poor poets the favour are denied

Even to make exceptions; when they're tried。

'Tis hard that they must every one admit:

Methinks I see some faces in the pit

Which must of consequence be foes to wit。

You who can judge; to sentence may proceed;

But though he cannot write; let him be freed

At least from their contempt who cannot read。








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