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should I call 'em fools? the world thinks better of 'em; for
these have quality and education, wit and fine conversation,
are received and admired by the world:—if not, they like
and admire themselves.—And why is not that true wisdom,
for 'tis happiness? and for aught I know, we have misapplied
the name all this while, and mistaken the thing;
since—
If happiness in self-content is placed,
The wise are wretched, and fools only blessed.
[Exit.
ACT THE FOURTH
SCENE I
The Gallery in Lord TOUCHWOOD'S House
Enter MELLEFONT and CYNTHIA.
CYN. I heard him loud as I came by the closet door, and my
lady with him, but she seemed to moderate his passion.
Mel. Ay, hell thank her, as gentle breezes moderate a
fire: but I shall counterwork her spells, and ride the witch in
her own bridle.
Cyn. It's impossible; she'll cast beyond you still.—I'll lay
my life it will never come to be a match.
Mel. What?
Cyn. Between you and me.
Mel. Why so?
Cyn. My mind gives me it won't—because we arc both
willing; we each of us strive to reach the goal, and hinder
one another in the race; I swear it never does well when
the parties are so agreed.—For when people walk hand in
hand, there's neither overtaking nor meeting: we hunt in
couples, where we both pursue the same game, but forget
one another; and 'tis because we arc so near that we don't
think of coming together.
Mel. Hum, 'gad I believe there's something in't;—marriage
is the game that we hunt, and while we think that we
only have it in view, I don't see but we have it in our
power.