The Little French Lawyer, page 59 by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
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s the thing, the thing all aim at; Do not you wish now, and wish from your heart too, When scarce sweet with my fears, I long lay by you Those fears you and your good Aunt put upon me, To make you sport, you had given a little hint, A touch or so, to tell me I was mortal, And by a mortal woman?
Ana. Pray you no more.
Cler. If I had loos'd that virgin Zone, observe me, I would have hired the best of all our Poets To have sung so much, and so well in the honour Of that nights joy, that Ovids afternoon, Nor his Corinna should again be mention'd.
Ana. I do repent, and wish I had.
Cler. That's comfort, But now--
2 Gent. Another that will have it offer'd, Compel it to be offer'd, shall enjoy it.
Cler. A rogue, a ruffian.
2 Gent. As you love your throat,--
1 Gent. Away with them.
Ana. O Cleremont!
Lam. O Dinant!
Din. I can but add your sorrows to my sorrows, Your fears to my fears.
Cler. To your wishes mine, This slave may prove unable to perform, Till I perform the task that I was born for.
Ana. Amen, amen.
1 Gent. Drag the slaves hence, for you A while I'le lock you up here, study all ways You can to please me, or the deed being done, You are but dead.
2 Gen. This strong Vault shall contain you, There think how many for your maidenhead Have pin'd away, and be prepar'd to lose it With penitence.
1 Gent. No humane help can save you.
Ladyes. Help, help!
2 Gent. You cry in vain, rocks cannot hear you.
Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
A Horrid noise of Musique within, Enter one and opens the door, in which Lamira and Anabel were shut, they in all fear.
Lam. O Cousin how I shake all this long night