Queen. What is the cause, my Arthur, that you steal [Footnote 1: Cydaria is of the same fearful temper with Dollallolla. I never durst in darkness be alone. King. Oh, Dollallolla! do not blame my love! Queen. Think, oh think! What a surprise it must be to the sun, Rising, to find the vanish'd world away. What less can be the wretched wife's surprise When, stretching out her arms to fold thee fast, She found her useless bolster in her arms. [1] Think, think, on that.—Oh! think, think well on that. I do remember also to have read [2] In Dryden's Ovid's Metamorphoses, That Jove in form inanimate did lie With beauteous Danae: and, trust me, love, [3] I fear'd the bolster might have been a Jove. [Footnote 1: [Footnote 2: These quotations are more usual in the comick than in the tragick writers.] [Footnote 3: "This distress," says Mr D—, "I must allow to be extremely beautiful, and tends to heighten the virtuous character of Dollallolla, who is so exceeding delicate, that she is in the highest apprehension from the inanimate embrace of a bolster. An example worthy of imitation for all our writers of tragedy."] King. Come to my arms, most virtuous of thy sex! Queen. What can I gather hence? Why dost thou speak |