The Princess of Cleve, as it was acted at the Queens Theatre in Dorset-Garden / by Nath. Lee ...
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- The Princess of Cleve, as it was acted at the Queens Theatre in Dorset-Garden / by Nath. Lee ...
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- Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.
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- 1689.
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And I swear by this lascivious bit of Beauty, I will cleave to my Celia for Better for Worse, in Searge, Grogrum or Crape, though a Queen shou'd come in my way in Beaten Gold—
What then, Gentlemen, I perceive there have been Wars at home—
Not a Battle, my Lord, only a Charge, a Charge sounded or so.
What was it a Trumpet, or through a Horn Sir?
A Horn Sir, a Horn Sir, no Sir, 'twas not a Horn Sir—Only my Celia was a little disdainful, but we are Friends agen Sir, and what then Sir?
Come, come, all Friends, were Tournon here I wou'd forgive her, a litte Scorn in a pretty Woman, so it be not too much affected, is a Charm to new Friendship; therefore let each Man take his Fair one by the hand, thus lay it to his Lips, and Swear a whole Life's Constancy—
As I will to my Nelle, though I haule Cats at Sea, or cry Small-coal; and for him that upbraids her, I'll have more Bobs, than Demo∣critus when he cry'd Poor-Jack. There's more Pride in Diogenes, or un∣der a Puritan's Cap, than in a King's Crown.
For my part, the Death of the Prince of Cleve, upon second thoughts, has so truly wrought a change in me, as nothing else but a Mi∣racle cou'd—For first I see, and loath my Debaucheries—Next, while I am in Health, I am resolv'd to give satisfaction to all I have wrong'd; and first to this Lady, whom I will make my Wife before all this Com∣pany e'er we part—This, I hope, whenever I dye, will convince the World of the Ingenuity of my Repentance, because I had the power to go on.
He well Repents that will not Sin, yet can, But Death-bed Sorrow rarely shews the Man.