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begin withal; as, for example, he or she said a thousand sottises to me. Proceed.
Phil. Figure: As, what a figure of a man is there! Naive, and naiveté.
Mel. Naive! as how?
Phil. Speaking of a thing that was naturally said, it was so naive; or, such an innocent piece of simplicity, 'twas such a naiveté.
Mel. Truce with your interpretations. Make haste.
Phil. Foible, chagrin, grimace, embarrasse, double entendre, equivoque, ecclaircissement, suitte, beveue, façon, penchant, coup d'etourdy, and ridicule. i Mel. Hold, hold; how did they begin?
Phil. They began at sottises, and ended en ridicule.
Mel. Now, give me your paper in my hand, and hold you my glass, while I practise my postures for the day. [MELANTHA laughs in the glass.] How does that laugh become my face?
· Phil. Sovereignly well, inadam. · Mel. Sovereignly ? Let me die, that's not amiss. That word shall not be yours; I'll invent it, and bring it up myself: My new point gorget shall be yours upon't. Not a word of the word, I charge you.
Phil. I am dumb, madam.
[Looking in the glass again, Phil. 'Tis so languissant !
Mel. Languissant! that word shall be mine too, and my last Indian gown thine for't. That sigh?
Looks again. Phil. 'Twill make a man sigh, madam. 'Tis a mere incendiary.
Mel. Take my guimp petticoat for that truth. If thou hast most of these phrases, let me die but
I could give away all my wardrobe, and go naked for them.
Phil. Go naked? Then you would be a Venus, madam. O Jupiter! what had I forgot? This paper was given me by Rhodophil's page.
Mel. Reading the letter.] Beg the favour from you. Gratify my passion-so far- assignation in the grotto-behind the terrace--clock this evening- Well, for the billets doux there is no man in Sicily must dispute with Rhodophil; they are so French, so gallant, and so tendre, that I cannot resist the temptation of the assignation. Now, go you away, Philotis; it imports me to practise what to say to my servant when I meet him. [Exit PHILOTIS.] Rhodophil, you'll wonder at my assurance to meet you here;- let me die, I am so out of breath with coming, that I can render you no reason of it. -Then he will make this repartee; Madam, I have no reason to accuse you for that which is so great a favour to me.---Then I reply, But why have you drawn me to this solitary place? Let me die, but I am apprehensive of some violence from you.-Then says he, Solitude, madam, is most fit for lovers; but by this fair hand N ay, now I vow you're rude, sir. O fy, fy, fy; I hope you'll be honourable ?-You'd laugh at me if I should, madam.-What, do you mean to throw me down thus? Ah me! ah ! ah ! ah !
Enter POLYDAMAS, LEONIDAS, and Guards. O Venus ! the king and court. Let me die, but I fear they have found my foible, and will turn me into ridicule.
Leon. I'll not deny,
I love the fair Palmyra; but I loved her
Enter PALMYRA guarded.
Poly. Maid, come hither.
Palm. Alas, what shall I answer? To confess it
no more. Palm. Indeed I must; I cannot help my love; I was so tender when I took the bent, That now I grow that way.
Poly. He is a prince, and you are meanly born.
Leon. Love either finds equality, or makes it: Like death, he knows no difference in degrees, But plains, and levels all.
Palm. Alas! I had not rendered up my heart, Had he not loved me first; but he preferred me Above the maidens of my age and rank, Still shunned their company, and still sought mine. I was not won by gifts, yet still he gave; And all his gifts, though small, yet spoke his love. He picked the earliest strawberries in woods, The clustered filberds, and the purple grapes; He taught a prating stare to speak my name; And, when he found a nest of nightingales, Or callow linnets, he would show them me, And let me take them out.
Poly. This is a little mistress, meanly born, Fit only for a prince's vacant hours,
And then, to laugh at her simplicity,
Leon. Remember, ere you give it, 'tis pronounced Against us both.
Poly. First, in her hand
Palm. I only beg that you would execute
to my piety! Keep me from saying that, which misbecomes a son; But let me die before I see this done.
Poly. If you for ever will abjure her sight,
Palm. So had I done by you,
Leon. Begin what you have purposed when you
please ; Lead her to scorn, your triumph shall be doubled. As holy priests, In pity, go with dying malefactors, So I will share her shame. Poly. You shall not have your will so much;
first part them, Then execute your office.
Leon. No; I'll die In her defence.
[Draws his sword.
Poly. Keep him from any thing he may design Against his life, while the first fury lasts; And now perform what I commanded you. Leon. In vain ; if sword and poison be denied
Palm. Farewell, my last Leonidas; yet live,
Poly. Go on with her, and lead him after me.
you, .' And such as will prevent you from an action,