Amorous orontus, or, The love in fashion

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Title
Amorous orontus, or, The love in fashion
Author
Corneille, Thomas, 1625-1709.
Publication
[London :: Printed by G.M. for J. Playfere,
1665]
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Subject terms
English drama -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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"Amorous orontus, or, The love in fashion." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A34588.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 3, 2024.

Pages

SCENA I.
FLORAME, LUCIA, LYCAS.
Florame.
MEet my respects with so severe an Eye?
Lucia.
To you Florame, 'tis due severitye.
Florame.
When will you treat with more compassion?
Lucia.
When you cease off'ring me, what's not your own.
Florame.
My Love-sick-Heart gains little, all this while.
Lucia.
I'le not enrich my self with others spoil.
Florame.
How shamefully you do my Faith suspect.
Lucia.
Inconstant men, no better can expect.
Florame.
What, have I dar'd some other Face adore?
Lucia.
It is not fit that I should tell you more.

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Tho indiscreet our Sex esteemed be, Florame, I promised strict secresie.
Florame.
Some person near you does me an ill turn, But all is vain against me,—still I burn For you, Dear Lucia, Heaven's my Witness, I,....
Lucia.
When I require, your self then justifie. Pray leave me now, for many eyes do see Us here, and that may much discredit me. More talk at present in this place may prove Loss to my Honour, No gain to your Love.
Florame.
This coyness quells my Joy's, and makes me griever. Yet I obey,—but, What must I believe?
Lucia.
That I not cruel am, but still preserve As much esteem for you, as you deserve.
Florame.
To this esteem add but some Love withall.
Lucia.
Pretend to others right were criminall; I told you that before.
Florame.
Would you speak clear......
Lucia.
I do believe this may obscure appear: But if your soul herein it's troubles find, Consult but Dorothea t' ease your mind, She knows the Mistery,—Adieu.
Exit.
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