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Dryden, John, 1631-1700

"The works of John Dryden, $c now first collected in eighteen volumes. $p Volume 02"


_Enter_ HIPPOLITO.
_Hip_. O sir, how glad am I to find you!--
[_Whispers_.
_Man_. That boy I have seen somewhere, or one
like him,
But where, I cannot call to mind.
_Hip_. I found it out, and got before them--
And here they are--
_Enter AMIDEO and JULIA_.
_Man_. My sister! as I could have wished it.
_Amid_. O! we are caught!
_Jul_. I did expect as much:
Fortune has not forgot that I am Julia.
_Man_. Sister, I'm glad you're happily returned;
'Twas kindly done of you thus to prevent
The trouble of my search.
_Jul_. I would not have you
Mistake my love to Roderick so much,
To think I meant to fall into your hands.
My purpose is for the next nunnery;
There I'll pray for you: So farewell.
_Man_. Stay, Julia, you must go with me.
_Jul_. Lead, lead;
You think I am your prisoner now.
_Gons_. If you will needs to a religious house,
Leave that fair face behind; a worse will serve
To spoil with watching, and with fasting there.
_Man_. Pr'ythee, no more of this; the only way
To make her happy is to force it on her.
Julia, prepare yourself strait to be married.
_Jul_. To whom?
_Man_. You see your bridegroom: And you know
My father's will, who, with his dying breath
Commanded, you should pay as strict obedience
To me, as formerly to him: If not,
Your dowry is at my dispose.


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