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So noble a compassion in that heart,
That's fill'd


with another's fair affections ? Can mercy drop from those eyes? Can miracles be wrought upon a dead man, When all the power you have, and perfect object, Lies in another's light, and his deserves it? Cel. Do not despair; nor do not think too

boldly I dare abuse my promise; 'twas your friend's, And so fast tied, I thought no time could ruin; But so much has your danger, and that spell, The powerful name of friend, prevail'd above him, To whom I ever owe obedience, That here I am, by his command, to cure ye; Nay more, for ever, by his full resignment; And willingly I ratify it.

Fran. Hold, for heaven sake! Must my friend's misery make me a triumph? Bear I that noble name to be a traitor? Oh, virtuous goodness! keep thyself untainted : You have no power to yield, nor he to render, Nor I to take I am resolv'd to die first ! Val. Ha! say'st thou so :-Nay, then thou shalt

not perish!
Fran. And tho' I love ye above the light shines

on me;
Beyond the wealth of kingdoms; free content
Sooner would snatch at such a blessing offerd,
Than at my pardon'd life, by the law forfeited.
Yet--yet, oh, noble beauty!-yet, oh, paradise !

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(For you are all the wonder reveal:d of it);
Yet is a gratitude to be preserv'd,
A worthy gratitude, to one most worthy
The name and nobleness of friends!

Cel. Pray tell me,
If I had never known that gentleman,
Would you not willingly embrace my offer?

Fran. D’you make a doubt?

Cel. And can you be unwilling, He being old and impotent ?—his aim, too, Levell'd at you, for your good; not constrain'd, But out of cure, and counsel ?-Alas! consider; Play but the woman with me, and consider, As he himself does, and I now dare see itTruly consider, sir, what misery

Fran. For virtue's sake, take heed!

Cel. What loss of youth,
What everlasting banishment from that

years do only covet to arrive at,
Equal affections, born and shot together!
What living name can dead age leave behind him?
What act of memory, but fruitless doting?

Fran. This cannot be.

Cel. 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 patients.

My gentle patient, I would fain say more,

you would understand.
Val. Oh! cruel woman!

Cel. Yet, sure your sickness is not so forgetful, Nor you so willing to be lost?

Fran. Pray stay there:
Methinks you are not fair now; methinks more,
That modest virtue, men deliver'd of you,
Shews but like shadow to me, thin and fading!

Val. Excellent friend !

Fran. You have no share in goodness;
You are belied; you are not Cellide,
The modest, the immaculate !-Who are you?
For I will know What devil, to do mischief
Unto my virtuous friend, hath shifted shapes
With that unblemish'd beauty ?

Cel. 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.

Fran. Oh, double hearted!
Oh, woman! perfect woman! what distraction
Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a

devil! What an inviting hell invented !--Tell me, And, if you yet remember what is goodness, Tell me by that, and truth, can one so cherish’d, So sainted in the soul of him, whose service Is almost turn'd to superstition, Whose every day endeavours and desires

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Offer themselves like incense on your altar,
Whose heart holds no intelligence, but holy
And most religious with his love, whose life
(And let it ever be remember'd, lady!)
Is drawn out only for your

Val. Oh! miracle!
Fran, Whose all and every part of man, - (pray

mark me!)
Like ready pages, wait upon your pleasures,
Whose breath is but

bubble-can you,

dare you, Must you, cast off this man, (tho' he were willing, Tho', in a nobleness to cross my danger, His friendship durst confirm it), without baseness, Without the stain of honour?-Shall not people Say liberally hereafter, “ There's the lady “ That lost her father, friend, herself, her faith

too, “ To fawn upon a stranger,” for aught you know, As faithless as yourself-in love, as fruitless ? Val. Take her, with all my heart !—Thou art so

That 'tis most necessary I be undone.
With all


Cel. Till this minute
I scorn'd and hated you, and came to cozen you;
Utter'd those things might draw a wonder on me,
To make you mad.

Fran. Good heaven! what is this woman?
Cel. Nor did your danger, but in charity,

Move me a whit; nor you appear unto me
More than 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.

Fran. Whither d'you drive me?
Cel. Back to your honesty; make that good

ever ;
'Tis like a strong built castle, seated high,
That draws on all ambitions; still repair it,
Still fortify it ; there are thousand foes,
Besides the tyrant Beauty, will assail it:
Look to your centinels, that watch it hourly,
Your eyes--let them not wander!

Fran. Is this serious,
Or does she play still with me?

Cel. 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 to dishonest ends,
Ridg'd round about with virtue, that no breaches,
No subtle mines, may meet you!

Fran. How like the sun
Labouring in his eclipse, dark and prodigious,

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