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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1762 Excerpt: ... Blockhead, they're not for her: forNanine, I tell you. GERMON. O very well, sir, I beg pardon. COUNT. Begone, leave me. Gcrmon goes out. This tenderness of mine can never be a weakness in me: true, I idolise her; but my heart was not touch'd by her beauty only, her character is to the last degree amiable: I admire her foul; but then her low condition--it is too high; were she lower, I shou'd love her yet more: but can I marry her? doubtless I may; can one pay too dear for being happy? shall I sear the censure of an idle world, and let pride deprive me of all I wish for? but then custom a cruel tyrant: nature has a prior right, and shou'd be obey'd: and so I am Blaise's rival too; and why not? Blaise is a man; he loves her, and he is in the right of it: she can be but in the possession of one, though the desire of all: gardeners may sigh for her, and so might kings: my happiness will justify my choice. End of the First Act. ACT ACT II. SCENE I. The COUNT, MARIN. COUNT. To himself. WELL: this night is a whole year to me: not once have I closed my eyes-lids: every body is asleep but me; Nanine sleeps in peace, a sweet repose refreshes her charms, whilst I wander from place to place, and can find no rest: I sit down to write, but can't: then strive to read, but all in vain; I don't know the words before me whilst I am looking on them, nor can my mind retain a single idea: methinks, in every page, I see the name of Nanine imprinted by some hand divine hola! whose there? all asleep r Germon, Marin. MARIN. Behind the scenes. Coming, sir. COUNT. You idle rascals, make haste, it's broad day-light; come, come. MARIN. Lard, sir, what spirit has rais'd you up so early this morning? COUNT. Love'. MARIN. MARIN. O ho! my lady will let none 6f us sleep long in this house;...