A Lover And A Maiden
The ARGUMENT.
_This Colloquy presents you with a very chaste Wooing,
mingling many philosophical Notions with pleasant Jokes.
Of not being hasty in marrying; of chusing, not only for
the Sake of the outward Person, but the inward Endowments
of the Mind; of the Firmness of Wedlock; of not
contracting Matrimony without the Consent ofParents; of
living chastly in Matrimony; of bringing up Children
piously; that the Soul is not where it animates, but
where it loves. The Description of a deformed Man. That
Wedlock is to be preferr'd before a single Life, and is
not, as it is vulgarly called, a Halter. That we must not
consult our Affections so much as Reason._
PAMPHILUS _and_ MARY.
_PA._Good Morrow, Madam, cruel, hard Heart, inflexible.
_Ma._ Good Morrow to you too, Mr. _Pamphilus_, as often, and as much,
and by what Names you please: But you seem to have forgotten my Name,
'tis _Mary_.
_Pa._ It should rather have been _Martia_.
_Ma._ Why so, pray, what is _Mars_ to me?
_Pa._ Because just as _Mars_ makes a Sport of killing Men, so do you;
saving that you do itthe more cruelly of the two, because you kill one
that loves you.
_Ma._ Say you so! pray where's the great Slaughter of Men that I have
made? Where's the Blood of the Slain?
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_Ma._ What strange Story is this? Does a dead Man talk and walk? I wish
I may never meet with more frightful Ghosts than you are.
_Pa._ Ay, indeed, you make a Jest of it; but for all that, you kill poor
me,and more cruelly too, than if you stuck a Dagger in my Breast. For
now I, poor Wretch as I am, die a lingering Death.
_Ma._ Prithee tell me, how many Women with Child have miscarried at the
Sight of thee?
_Pa._ My Paleness shews I have no more Blood in my Body than a Ghost.
_Ma._ Indeed you are as pale as a Violet; You are as pale as a ripe
Cherry, or purple Grape.
_Pa._ You coquetit with my Misery.
_Ma._ If you can't believe me, look in the Glass.
_Pa._ I would never desire a better Glass, nor do I believe there is a
better in the World than I am a looking in already.
_Ma._ What Looking-Glass do you mean?
_Pa._ Your Eyes.
_Ma._ You Banterer! that's like you. But how do you prove yourself to be
dead? Do dead Folks eat?
_Pa._ Yes, they do; but Thingsthat have no Relish, as I do.
_Ma._ What do they feed upon?
_Pa._ Mallows, Leeks, and Lupines.
_Ma._ But you feed upon Capons and Partridges.
_Pa._ If I do, I relish them no more than Beets without Pepper or
Vinegar.
_Ma._ Poor Creature! but yet you're in pretty good Case, for all that.
And do dead Folks talk too?
_Pa._ Just as I do, with a weak Voice.
_Ma._ But when I heardyou rallying your Rival a little While ago, your
Voice was not very low then. But, prithee, do Ghosts walk, wear Cloaths,
and sleep?
_Pa._ Yes, and enjoy one another too, after their Manner.
_Ma._ Thou art a merry Fellow.
_Pa._ But what will you say, if I prove it by undeniable Arguments, that
I am dead, and that you have kill'd me too.
_Ma._ God forbid, _Pamphilus_; but let's hearyour Arguments, however.
_Pa._ In the first Place, I think you will grant me this, that Death is
only a Separation of Soul and Body.
_Ma._ I grant it.
_Pa._ But you must grant it so as not to eat your Words.
_Ma._ No, I will not.
_Pa._ You will not deny, I suppose, that the Person that takes away
another's Life, is a Murtherer.
_Ma._ I grant that too.
_Pa._ I suppose youwill grant that which has been allow'd by the
greatest Men of many Ages, that the Soul of a Man is not really where it
animates, but where it loves.
_Ma._ Make that a little plainer, I can't well understand it then.
_Pa._ You might as well bid me make an Adamant sensible of it.
_Ma._ I am a Maid, not a Stone.
_Pa._ Tis true, but harder than an Adamant Stone.
_Ma._ Go on with your...
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