Mar. Granted, my Lord. But I have a Castle taken upon the Stage; and twice, you know, had been Repetition.
Mr. Prais. True; your Ladiship was never in the wrong in your Life, unless it was when you said, I had no Courage.
Mar. Change the Scene to the Orange Grove.
Enter Isabella.
Your Servant Mrs. Cross, I am glad to see you again.
Mrs. Cross. Truly the Gentleman would not be deny'd; tho' really, Madam, 'twas only fear I shou'd not serve you in't, made me backward.
Mar. All's well, and I'm pleas'd. Will you give your self the trouble to enter again? because that will make you look more alone.
Mrs. Cross. Yes, Madam. (Goes out, and Re-enters.
Isab. Methought I heard the sound of War pierce the hollow Groves: Else 'twas my melancholly Fancy chim'd to my sick Brain. Yet it cannot be Delusion; for I am a Prisoner. A surly Fellow, who lookt as if Pity was his Foe, told me, I here must wait my Lord's Commands. Oh, Fastin! if thou art cruel or unkind, thou art justly so: For I came to thy Arms without a Heart, without Love's Flames, or desire to kindle 'em. Oh! why was Amorous sent to my Fathers Castle, to begin the Parly? 'Tis true, he's in the vale of Years; yet Oh! such Charms remain! He found the way to my unguarded Heart; nor need he storm, I could not the least Opposition make; he streight was Lord of all within; yet, Chaste as Fires, which consume in Urns, and vainly warm the Dead, so Useless is my Flame!
Mar. My Lord! wou'd your Lordship imagine Mrs. Cross shou'd dislike the part, when I defie all the Virgins in Europe to make so cold a Simile as that?