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t as when thy eyes first lighted up our loves. Let our eternal peace be sealed by this, With the first ardour of a nuptial kiss. [_Offers to kiss her._ _Nour._ Me would you have,--me your faint kisses prove, The dregs and droppings of enervate love? Must I your cold long-labouring age sustain, And be to empty joys provoked in vain? Receive you, sighing after other charms, And take an absent husband in my arms? _Emp._ Even these reproaches I can bear from you; You doubted of my love, believe it true: Nothing but love this patience could produce, And I allow your rage that kind excuse. _Nour._ Call it not patience; 'tis your guilt stands mute; You have a cause too foul to bear dispute. You wrong me first, and urge my rage to rise: Then I must pass for mad; you, meek and wise. Good man! plead merit by your soft replies. Vain privilege poor women have of tongue; Men can stand silent, and resolve on wrong. _Emp._ What can I more? my friendship you refuse. And even my mildness, as my crime, accuse. _Nour._ Your sullen silence cheats not me, false man; I know you think the bloodiest things you can. Could you accuse me, you would raise your voice, Watch for my crimes, and in my guilt rejoice: But my known virtue is from scandal free, And leaves no shadow for your calumny. _Emp._ Such virtue is the plague of human life; A virtuous woman, but a cursed wife. In vain of pompous chastity you're proud; Virtue's adultery of the tongue, when loud. I, with less pain, a prostitute could bear, Than the shrill sound of--"_Virtue! virtue!_" hear. In unchaste wives There's yet a kind of recompensing ease; Vice keeps them humble, gives them care to please; But against clamorous virtue, what defence? It stops our mouths, and gives your noise pretence. _Nour._ Since virtue does your indignation raise, 'Tis pity but you had that wife you praise: Your own wild appetites are prone to range, And then you tax our humours with your change. _Emp._ What can be sweeter than our native home? Thither for ease and soft repose we come: Home is the sacred refuge of our life; Secured from all approaches, but a wife. If thence we fly, the cause admits no doubt; None but an inmate foe could force us out: Clamours our privacies uneasy make; Birds leave their nests disturbed, and beasts their haunts forsake. _Nour._ Honour's my crime, that has your loathing bred; You take no pleasure in a virtuous bed. _Emp._ What pleasu
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