Scene 8.
Enter Truman Junior.
Trum. j.I must go through with it now; I'l marry her,
And live with her according to the forms,
But I will never touch her as a Woman.
She stays for me— Madam———
And live with her according to the forms,
But I will never touch her as a Woman.
She stays for me— Madam———
Aur.Sir.
Trum. j.I cannot out with it— Madam.
Aur.Sir—
Trum. j.Must we go marry, Madam?
Aur.Our friends will have it so, it seems.
Trum.Why will you marry me? what is there in me
That can deserve your liking? I shall be
The most untoward and ill-favour'd Husband
That ever took a melting Maid t' his Bed;
The faculties of my Soul are all untuned,
And every Glory of my Springing youth
Is faln into a strange and suddain Winter,
You cannot Love me sure.
That can deserve your liking? I shall be
The most untoward and ill-favour'd Husband
That ever took a melting Maid t' his Bed;
The faculties of my Soul are all untuned,
And every Glory of my Springing youth
Is faln into a strange and suddain Winter,
You cannot Love me sure.
Aur.Not to Distraction, Sir.
Trum.No, nor I you; why should we marry then?
It were a folly, were it not, Aurelia?
It were a folly, were it not, Aurelia?
Aur.Why they say, 'tis the best marriage, when like is Joyn'd to like; now we shall make a very even match, for neither you Love me, nor I Love you, and 'tis to be hop'd we may get Children that will Love neither of us.
Trum.Nay, by my soul I love you, but alas,
Not in that way that Husbands should their Wives;
I cannot Toy, nor Kiss, nor do I know not what,
And yet I was a Lover, as true a Lover—
Not in that way that Husbands should their Wives;
I cannot Toy, nor Kiss, nor do I know not what,
And yet I was a Lover, as true a Lover—
Aur.Alack a day!
Trum.'Twas then, (me-thoughts) the only happiness
To sit and talk, and look upon my Mistriss,
Or if she was not by, to think upon her;
Then every Morning, next to my Devotion,
Nay often too (forgive me Heaven) before it,
She slipt into my fancy, and I took it
As a good Omen for the following day;
It was a pretty foolish kind of Life,
An honest, harmless Vanity; but now
The fairest Face moves me no more, than Snow
Or Lillies when I see 'em, and pass by;
And I as soon should deeply fall in Love
With the fresh Scarlet of an Eastern Cloud,
As the Red Lips and Cheeks of any Woman;
I do confess, Aurelia, thou art Fair,
And very Witty, and (I think) Well-natur'd,
But thou'rt a Woman still.
To sit and talk, and look upon my Mistriss,
Or if she was not by, to think upon her;
Then every Morning, next to my Devotion,
Nay often too (forgive me Heaven) before it,
She slipt into my fancy, and I took it
As a good Omen for the following day;
It was a pretty foolish kind of Life,
An honest, harmless Vanity; but now
The fairest Face moves me no more, than Snow
Or Lillies when I see 'em, and pass by;
And I as soon should deeply fall in Love
With the fresh Scarlet of an Eastern Cloud,
As the Red Lips and Cheeks of any Woman;
I do confess, Aurelia, thou art Fair,
And very Witty, and (I think) Well-natur'd,
But thou'rt a Woman still.
Aur.The sight of you Sir,
Makes me not repent at all my being so.
Makes me not repent at all my being so.
Trum.And prethee now, Aurelia, tell me truly,
Are any Women constant in their Vows?
Can they continue a whole Moneth, a Week,
And never change their faith? Oh! if they could,
They would be excellent things; nay ne're dissemble;
Are not their Lusts unruly, and to them
Such Tyrants as their Beauties are to us?
Are their tears true, and solid when they weep?
Are any Women constant in their Vows?
Can they continue a whole Moneth, a Week,
And never change their faith? Oh! if they could,
They would be excellent things; nay ne're dissemble;
Are not their Lusts unruly, and to them
Such Tyrants as their Beauties are to us?
Are their tears true, and solid when they weep?
Aur.Sure Mr. Truman you ha'nt slept of late,
If we should be marry'd to Night, what would you do for Sleep?
If we should be marry'd to Night, what would you do for Sleep?
Trum.Why? do not marry'd people sleep o' Nights?
Aur.Yes! yes! alas good innocence.
Trum.They have a scurvy Life on't if they don't;
But wee'l not Live as other people do,
Wee'l find out some new handsome way of Love,
Some way of Love that few shall imitate,
Yet all admire; for 'tis a sordid thing,
That Lust should dare t' insinuate it self
Into the Marriage-bed; wee'l get no Children,
The worst of Men and Women can do that;
Besides too, if our Issue should be Female,
They would all Learn to flatter and dissemble,
They would deceive with Promises and Vows
Some simple men, and then prove False and Kill 'em,
Would they not do't, Aurelia?
But wee'l not Live as other people do,
Wee'l find out some new handsome way of Love,
Some way of Love that few shall imitate,
Yet all admire; for 'tis a sordid thing,
That Lust should dare t' insinuate it self
Into the Marriage-bed; wee'l get no Children,
The worst of Men and Women can do that;
Besides too, if our Issue should be Female,
They would all Learn to flatter and dissemble,
They would deceive with Promises and Vows
Some simple men, and then prove False and Kill 'em,
Would they not do't, Aurelia?
Aur.I, any thing Mr. Truman; but what shall we do Sir, when we are marry'd, pray?
Trum.Why! wee'l live very Lovingly together,
Sometimes wee'l sit and talk of excellent things,
And laugh at all the Nonsence of the world;
Sometimes wee'l walk together,
Sometimes wee'l read, and sometimes eat, and sometimes sleep;
And sometimes pray, and then at last, wee'l dye,
And go to Heaven together; 'twill be rare!
Sometimes wee'l sit and talk of excellent things,
And laugh at all the Nonsence of the world;
Sometimes wee'l walk together,
Sometimes wee'l read, and sometimes eat, and sometimes sleep;
And sometimes pray, and then at last, wee'l dye,
And go to Heaven together; 'twill be rare!
Aur.We may do all this (me-thinks) and never marry for the matter.
Trum.'Tis true, we may so!
But since our Parents are resolv'd upon it,
In such a Circumstance let 'em have their humor.
My father sent me in to Complement,
And keep a Prating here, and play the Fool;
I cannot do't, what should I say, Aurelia?
What do they use to say?
But since our Parents are resolv'd upon it,
In such a Circumstance let 'em have their humor.
My father sent me in to Complement,
And keep a Prating here, and play the Fool;
I cannot do't, what should I say, Aurelia?
What do they use to say?
Aur.I believe you knew Sir, when you Woo'd my Cozen.
Trum.I, but those Days are past; they'r gon for ever,
And nothing else, but Nights are to succeed 'em;
Gone like the faith and truth of Women kind,
And never to be seen again! O Lucia!
Thou wast a woundrous Angel in those days of thy blest state of Innocence.
There was a Cheek! a Fore-head! and an Eye!—
Did you observe her Eye, Aurelia?
And nothing else, but Nights are to succeed 'em;
Gone like the faith and truth of Women kind,
And never to be seen again! O Lucia!
Thou wast a woundrous Angel in those days of thy blest state of Innocence.
There was a Cheek! a Fore-head! and an Eye!—
Did you observe her Eye, Aurelia?
Aur.O yes Sir! there were very pretty Babies in't.
Trum.It was as glorious as the Eye of Heaven;
Like the souls Eye it peirc'd through every thing;
And then her Hands— her Hands of Liquid Ivory!
Did she but touch her Lute (the pleasing'st Harmony then upon Earth when she her self was silent)
The subtil motion of her Flying fingers
Taught Musique a New art, to take the Sight, as well as Ear.
Like the souls Eye it peirc'd through every thing;
And then her Hands— her Hands of Liquid Ivory!
Did she but touch her Lute (the pleasing'st Harmony then upon Earth when she her self was silent)
The subtil motion of her Flying fingers
Taught Musique a New art, to take the Sight, as well as Ear.
Aur.I, Sir, I! you'd best go look her out, and marry her, she has but one Husband yet.
Trum.Nay, prethee, good Aurelia be not angry,
For I will never Love or See her more.
I do not say she was more Fair than thou art,
Yet if I did? No, but I wo'not say so!
Only allow me this one short last remembrance of one I lov'd so long. And now I think on't, I'l beg a favour of you, you will Laugh at me I know, when you have heard it, but prethee grant it; 'tis that you would be Veil'd, as Lucia was of late, for this one day; I would fain marry thee so;
'Tis an odd foolish fancy, I confess,
But Love and Grief may be allow'd sometimes
A little Innocent folly.
For I will never Love or See her more.
I do not say she was more Fair than thou art,
Yet if I did? No, but I wo'not say so!
Only allow me this one short last remembrance of one I lov'd so long. And now I think on't, I'l beg a favour of you, you will Laugh at me I know, when you have heard it, but prethee grant it; 'tis that you would be Veil'd, as Lucia was of late, for this one day; I would fain marry thee so;
'Tis an odd foolish fancy, I confess,
But Love and Grief may be allow'd sometimes
A little Innocent folly.
Aur.Good! this Fool will help me I see to cheat himself;
At a dead lift, a little hint will serve me.
I'l do't for him to the Life.
At a dead lift, a little hint will serve me.
I'l do't for him to the Life.
Trum.Will you Aurelia?
Aur.That's but a small Compliance; you'l ha' power anon to Command me greater things.
Trum.We shall be marry'd very privately;
None but our selves; and that's e'en best, Aurelia.
Why do I stick here at a Fatal step
That must be made? Aurelia, are you ready?
The Minister stays for us.
None but our selves; and that's e'en best, Aurelia.
Why do I stick here at a Fatal step
That must be made? Aurelia, are you ready?
The Minister stays for us.
Aur.I'l but go in and take my Veil, as you Command me Sir; Walk but a few turns in the Garden, in less than half an hour I'l come to you, ha, ha, ha!
[Exit.
[Exit.
Trum.I go, I am Condemn'd, and must Obey;
The Executioner stays for me at Church.
[Exit.
The Executioner stays for me at Church.
[Exit.