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THREE PLAYS BY APHRA BEHN

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THREE PLAYS BY APHRA BEHN Contents: THE Amorous Prince, OR, THE Curious Husband THE Debauchee: OR, THE Credulous Cuckold THE City Heiress or, Sir Timothy Treat-all *** a selection from:THE Amorous Prince, OR, THE Curious Husband ACT. I.SCENE. I.MoreTHREE PLAYS BY APHRA BEHN Contents: THE Amorous Prince, OR, THE Curious Husband THE Debauchee: OR, THE Credulous Cuckold THE City Heiress or, Sir Timothy Treat-all *** a selection from:THE Amorous Prince, OR, THE Curious HusbandACT. I.SCENE. I. The Chamber of Cloris. Enter Cloris drest in her night Attire, with Frederick Dressing himself.Clo.And will you leave me now to fears,Which love it self can hardly satisfie?But those, and that together sure will kill me,If you stay long away.Fred.My Dear, tis almost day, and we must part-Should those rude eyes, mongst whom thouDwellst, perceive us-Twould prove unhappy both to thee and me.Clor.And will you, Sir, be constant to your Vows?Fred.Ah Cloris! do not question what Ive sworn-If thou wouldst have it once again repeated,Ile dot. By all thats good, Ile marry thee-By that most Holy Altar, before which we kneeld,When first I saw the brightest Saint that ere adord it-Ile marry none but thee, my dearest Cloris.Clor.Sir, you hav said enough to gain a creditWith any Maid- though she had been deceivdBy some such flatteries, as these before.I never knew the pains of fear till now-[Sighs.And you must needs forgive the faults you make-For had I still remaind in Innocence,I should have still believd you.Fred.Why dost thou not my Love?Clor.Some doubts I have, but when I look on you,Though I must blush to do so, they all vanish-But I provide against your absence, Sir.Fred.Make no provision Cloris, but of hope,Prepare thy self against a Wedding day,When thou shalt be a little Deity on Earth.Clor.I know not what it is to dwell in Courts,But sure it must be fine, since you are there-Yet I could wish you were an humble Shepherd,And knew no other Pallace then this Cottage-Where I would weave you Crowns, of Pinks and Dazies,And you should be a Monarch every May.