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R,CHARD MONCKTON MILNES was born in the year - OUDL Home

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188 Harley Granville-Barkerdest<strong>in</strong>ed to w<strong>in</strong> her. It is <strong>in</strong> verse, and probably from anearlier draft of <strong>the</strong> play 1 . Here is <strong>the</strong> start of it.SCENE VI.Astraea, Arden.Astraea. Pardon me if I do not hear you well.Arden, I will not even th<strong>in</strong>k you barbarous.Astraea. I am. I am <strong>the</strong> object of <strong>the</strong> chase.Arden. The huntsman drags <strong>the</strong> wood <strong>the</strong>n, and not you.Astraea. At any <strong>in</strong>stant I am forced to run,Or turn <strong>in</strong> my defence; how can I beO<strong>the</strong>r than barbarous? You are <strong>the</strong> cause.Arden. No: heaven that made you beautiful's <strong>the</strong> cause.Astraea. Say, earth, that gave you <strong>in</strong>st<strong>in</strong>cts. Br<strong>in</strong>g me downTo <strong>in</strong>st<strong>in</strong>cts! When by chance I speak awhileWith our professor, you appear <strong>in</strong> haste,Full cry to sight aga<strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> miss<strong>in</strong>g hare.Away ideas ! All that's div<strong>in</strong>est flies !I have to bear <strong>in</strong> m<strong>in</strong>d how young you are.Arden. You have only to look up to me four <strong>year</strong>sInstead of forty!Astraea. Sir! 2Arden.There's my misfortune!And worse that, young, I love as a young man.Could I but quench <strong>the</strong> fire, I might concealThe youthfulness offend<strong>in</strong>g you so much.Astraea. I wish you would. I wish it earnestly.Arden.Astraea.Arden.Astraea.Arden.Impossible. I burn.You should not burn.'Tis more than I! 'Tis fire. It masters Will.You would not say 'Should not' if you knew fire.It seizes. It devours.Dry wood!Cold wit!How cold you can be! but be cold, for sweetYou must be. And your eyes are m<strong>in</strong>e: with <strong>the</strong>mI see myself: unworthy to usurpThe place I hold a moment. While I lookI have my happ<strong>in</strong>ess.Astraea.You should look higher.1 If my memory serves, it had at some later time been partlyredrafted <strong>in</strong>to prose.2 She is, we remember here, <strong>the</strong> widow of '<strong>the</strong> venerable ProfessorTowers.'

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