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Reproof. “ Ambitious fools!" (the Queen reply'd and
frowna) “ Be all your deeds in dark oblivion drown'd. There sleep forgot, with mighty Tyrants gone ; Your statues mouider'd, and your names un
known.” Wonder. A. sudden cloud straight snatch'd them from
When came the smallest tribe I yet had seen ;
Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien. Indiff'rence “ Great idol of mankind! We neither claim
The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame ;
Those acts of goodness, which themselves requite. Delight. O let us still the secret joy (1) partake,
To follow virtue e'en for virtue's sake." Wonder. “And live there men who slight inmortal fame ?
Who then with incense shall adore our name? Information But, mortals! know, 'tis still our greatest pride
To blaze those virtues which the good would hide. Exciting. Rise, Muses ! rise! Add all your tuneful breath!
These must not sleep in darkness, and in death. Beautiful She said. (2) In air the trembling music floats, description And on the winds triumphant swell the notes ;
So soft, tho' high; so loud, and yet so clear;
While thus I stood intent to see and hear,
One came, methought, and whisper'd in my ear; Quest. with (3) “What could thus high thy rash ambition Reproof.
raise ? Art thou, fond youth! a candidate for praise ?"
(1)—" The secret joy,” to be expressed with the hard laid
upon the breast.
(2)To be spoken as melodiously as possible.
(3) What could thus high," &c. must be spoken with a lowest voice than the foregoing.
"Tis true, said I, not void of hopes I came; Apology. For who so fond, as youthful bards, of faine ? But few, alas! the casual blessing boast,
fion of evil. As soothing folly, or exalting vice; And if the Muse must flatter lawless sway, And follow still, where fortune leads the way; Or if no basis bear my rising name, But the fall’n ruins of another's fame ; Then teach me, Heav'n, to scorn the guilty bays, Depreca. Drive from my breast that wretched lust of praise. Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown ; O grant ine honest fame ; or grant me none,
The scene between Mr. Bevil and Indiana, in which she endea
vours to find out whether he has any other regard for her, than that of racional esteem, or Platonic love.
(CONSCIOUS Lovers.) BEVIL and INDIANA. Bev.MADAM, your most obedient. How do you do to-d
to-day ? I am afraid you wished ine gone last night before I went. But you were partly to blame. For who could leave you in the agreeable humour you was in ?
Ind. If you was pleased, Sir, we were both pleased. For your company, which is always agreeable, was more peculiarly so last night.
Bev. My company, Madam! You rally. I said very little.
Ind.' Too little you always say, Sir, for my improvement, and for my credit ; by the same token, that I am afraid, you gave me an opportunity of saying too much last night ; and unfortunately when a woman is in the talking vein, she wants nothing so much as to have leave to expose herself.
Bev. I hope, Madam, I shall always have the sense to give you leave to expose yourself, as you call it, without interruption.
[Bowing respectfully. ] Ind. If I had your talents, Sir, or your power, to make my actions speak for me, I might be silent, and yet pretend to somewhat more than being agreeable. But as it is
Bev. Really, Madam, I know of none of my actions that deserve your attention, if I night be vain of any thing, it is, that I have understanding enongh to mark you out, Madain, from all your sex, as the most deserving object of my esteem.
Ind. [Aside,] A cold word! Though I cannot claim even his esteem. [To him.] Did I think, Sir, that your esteem for me proceeded from any thing in me, and not altogether from your own generosity, I should be in danger of forfeiting it.
Beu. How so, Madam?
Ind. What do you think, Sir, would be so likely to puff up a weak woman's vanity, as the esteem of a man of understanding ? Esteem is the result of cool reason ; the voluntary tribute paid to inward worth. Who, then, would not be proud of the esteem of a person of sense, which is always unbiassed; whilst love is often the effect of weakness. [Looking hard at Bevil, who casts down his eyes respectfully.) Esteem arises from
a higher source, the substantial merit of the mind.
Bev. True, Madam-And great minds only can command it, [bowing respectfully.) The utnost pleasure and pride of my life, Madam, is, Apprehenthat I endeavour to esteem you as I ought.
Ind. [Aside.7 As he ought ! Still more perplexing ! He neither saves nor kids my hope. I will try him a little farther. (To him.] Now, I Question, think of it, I must heg your opinion, Sir, on a point, which created a debate between my aunt and me, just before you came in. She would needs have it, that no man ever does any extraordinary kindness for a woman, but from selfish
Bey. Well, Madam, I connot say, but I am in the main, of her opinion : if she means, by selfish views, what some understand by the phrase ; that is, his own pleasure ; the highest pleasure human nature is capable of, that of being conscious, that from his superfluity, an innocent and virtuous spirit, a person, whoin he thinks one of the prime ornaments of the creation, is raised above the temptations and sorrows of life ; the pleasure of seeing satisfaction, health and gladness, brighten in the countenance of one he values above all mankind. What a man bestows in such a way, may, I think, be said, in one sense, to be laid out with a selfish view, as much as if he spent it in cards, dogs, bottle companions, or loose women. with this difference, that he shews a better taste in expense. Nor should i think this any such extraordinary matter of heroism in a man of an easy fortune. Every gentleman ought to be capable of this, and I doubt not but many are: For I hope, there are many who take more delight in reflection than sensation ; in thinking, than in eating~But what am I doing ? [Pulls out his Sudden Rewatch hastily] My hour with Mr. Myrtle is collection, come-Madam, I must take iny leave abruptly.
But, if you please, will do myself the pleasure of waiting on you in the afternoon. Till when, Madam, your most obedient.
But by its loss. To give it then a tongue
If heard aright,
Look down-on what ?-A fathomless abyss. Admiration How poor, how rich, how abject, how august,
How complicate, how wonderful is man !