Bel. But thou may’st do as bad, and marry him, And that’s a Sin I cannot over-live; —No, hear my Vows—
Cel. But are you, Sir, in earnest?
Bel. In earnest? Yes, by all that’s good, I am; I love you more than I do Life, or Heaven!
Cel. Oh, what a pleasure ‘tis to hear him say so! [Aside. —But pray, how long, Sir, have you lov’d me so?
Bel. From the first moment that I saw your Eyes, Your charming killing Eyes, I did adore ‘em; And ever since have languisht Day and Night.
Nur. Come, come, ne’er stand asking of Questions, But follow your Inclinations, and take him at his Word.
Bel. Celinda, take her Counsel,
Perhaps this is the last opportunity;
Nay, and, by Heaven, the last of all my Life,
If you refuse me now—
Say, will you never marry Man but me?
Cel. Pray give me till to morrow, Sir, to answer you; For I have yet some Fears about my Soul, That take away my Rest.
Bel. To morrow! You must then marry—Oh fatal Word! Another! a Beast, a Fool, that knows not how to value you.
Cel. Is’t possible my Fate shou’d be so near?