The Old Bachelor: a Comedy by William Congreve
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LAET. I am discovered. And either Vainlove is not guilty, or he has handsomely excused him. [Aside.] BELL. You appear concerned, madam. LAET. I hope you are a gentleman;--and since you are privy to a weak woman's failing, won't turn it to the prejudice of her reputation. You look as if you had more honour - BELL. And more love, or my face is a false witness and deserves to be pilloried. No, by heaven, I swear - LAET. Nay, don't swear if you'd have me believe you; but promise - BELL. Well, I promise. A promise is so cold: give me leave to swear, by those eyes, those killing eyes, by those healing lips. Oh! press the soft charm close to mine, and seal 'em up for ever. LAET. Upon that condition. [He kisses her.] BELL. Eternity was in that moment. One more, upon any condition! LAET. Nay, now--I never saw anything so agreeably impudent. [Aside.] Won't you censure me for this, now?--but 'tis to buy your silence. [Kiss.] Oh, but what am I doing! BELL. Doing! No tongue can express it--not thy own, nor anything, but thy lips. I am faint with the excess of bliss. Oh, for love- sake, lead me anywhither, where I may lie down --quickly, for I'm |
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