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To such faint stomach-qualms; no cordials comfort The business of thy thoughts, for aught I see: What ails thee, man? be merry, hang up jea
lousies. Liv. Who, I? I jealous? no, no, here's no cause In this place; 'tis a nunnery, a retirement For meditation; all the difference extant But puzzles only bare belief, not grounds it. Rich services in plate, soft and fair lodgings, Varieties of recreations, exercise Of music in all changes, neat attendance, Princely, nay royal furniture of garments, Satiety of gardens, orchards, waterworks, Pictures so ravishing, that ranging eyes Might dwell upon a dotage of conceit, Without a single wish for livelier substance!The great world, in a little world of Fancy, Is here abstracted: no temptation proffer'd, But such as fools and mad folks can invite to;
Troy. And yet your reason cannot answer Th’ objections of your fears, which argue danger. Liv. Danger? dishonour, Troylo: were my
sister In safety from those charms, I must confess I could live here for ever.
Troy. But you could not, I can assure you; for ’twere then scarce possible A door might open t’you, hardly a loop-hole.
Liv. My presence then is usher to her ruin, And loss of her, the fruit of my preferment?
Troy. Briefly partake a secret; but be sure
Liv. By our firm truth of friendship, I subscribe To just conditions.
Troy. Our great uncle-marquis,
Troy. 'Tis strange
Liv. Good, good— Troylo. Oh, that I had a lusty faith to credit it, Though none of all this wonder should be possible!
Troy. As I love honour, and an honest name, I faulter not, my Livio, in one syllable. Liv. News admirable ! ’tis, 'tis so-pish, I know
itYet he has a kind heart of his own to girls, Young, handsome girls; yes, yes, so he may; 'Tis granted:—he would now and then be piddling, And play the wanton, like a fly that dallies About a candle's flame; then scorch his wings, Drop down, and creep away, ha ?
Troy. Hardly that too; To look upon fresh beauties, to discourse In an unblushing merriment of words,. To hear them play or sing, and see them dance; To
pass the time in pretty amorous questions, Read a chaste verse of love, or prattle riddles, Is th' height of his temptations.
Liv. Send him joy on't!
Troy. His choices are not of the courtly train, Nor city's practice; but the country's innocence; Such as are gentle born, not meanly; such, To whom both gawdiness and ape-like fashions Are monstrous; such as cleanliness and decency' Prompt to a virtuous envy; such as study A knowledge of no danger, but themselves. Liv. Well, I have liv'd in ignorance: the an
cients, Who chatted of the golden age, feign'd trifles.
Had they dreamt this, they would have truth'd it
heaven;' I mean an earthly heaven; less it is not!
Troy. Yet is this bachelor-miracle not free
Liv. The yellows?
and barber, with an eunuch, And an old guardianess. It is a favour Not common, that the license of your visits To your own sister, now and then, is wink'd at. Liv. But why are you his instrument? his ne
Troy. Not in policy:
Liv. Knowing how things stand too.
? They would have truth'd it heaven.] Our poet uses truth, whether as a substantive (vol. i. p. 16), or, as in this place, a verb, in a way somewhat peculiar to himself
. It here means, they would have affirmed, maintained, as a truth, that this society was heaven.
His barber is the master to instruct
in either quality Liv. A caution Happily studied.
Troy, Farther to prevent Suspicion, he has married his
Liv. Yes, and properly,
shortly, Shall take thee fuller.
[Music within. -Hark, the wedding jollity! With a bride-cake on my life, to grace the nuptials! Perhaps the ladies will turn songsters. Liv. Silence !
A SONG within.
Secco and MOROSA, with CastAMELA, FLORIA,
I creatures. These honours to our solemnity are