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Love-Letters Between a Nobleman and His Sister
Aphra Behn
The Argument
Love-Letters
OH why will you make me own with what regret I made you promise to prefer my honour before your love?
I confess with blushes, which you might then see kindling in my face, that I was not at all pleased with the vows you made me, to endeavour to obey me, and I then even wished you would obstinately have denied obedience to my just commands; have pursued your criminal flame, and have left me raving on my undoing: for when you were gone, and I had leisure to look into my heart, alas! I found, whether you obliged or not, whether love or honour were preferred, I, unhappy I, was either way inevitably lost. Oh! what pitiless god, fond of his wondrous power, made us the objects of his almighty vanity? Oh why were we two made the first precedents of his new found revenge? For sure no brother ever loved a sister with so criminal a flame before: at least my inexperienced innocence never met with so fatal a story: and it is in vain to make me insensible of our alliance; to persuade me I am a stranger to all but your eyes and soul.
PHILANDER.
PHILANDER.
SYLVIA.
SYLVIA's.
PHILANDER.
SYLVIA.
Send, my angel, something from you to make the hours less tedious: consider me, love me, and be as impatient as I, that you may the sooner find at your feet your everlasting lover, PHILANDER.
PHILANDER.
Is it for addition of titles? What elevation can you have much greater than where you now stand fix'd? If you do not grow giddy with your fancied false hopes, and fall from that glorious height you are already arrived to, and which, with the honest addition of loyalty, is of far more value and lustre, than to arrive at crowns by blood and treason. This will last; to ages last: while t'other will be ridicul'd to all posterity, short liv'd and reproachful here, infamous and accursed to all eternity.
SYLVIA.
POSTSCRIPT.
MELINDA.
SYLVIA.
PHILANDER.
SYLVIA.
SYLVIA.
PHILANDER.
SYLVIA.
Long foreseeing the misery whereto you must arrive, by this fatal correspondence with my unhappy lord, I have often, with tears and prayers, implored you to decline so dangerous a passion: I have never yet acquainted our parents with your misfortunes, but I fear I must at last make use of their authority for the prevention of your ruin. It is not my dearest child, that part of this unhappy story that relates to me, that grieves me, but purely that of thine.
PHILANDER.
SYLVIA.
SYLVIA.
SYLVIA.
PHILANDER.
SYLVIA.
FOSCARIO.
PHILANDER.
SYLVIA.
SYLVIA.
PHILANDER.
SYLVIA.
PHILANDER.
SYLVIA.
PHILANDER.
PHILANDER.
SYLVIA.
PHILANDER.
PHILANDER.
SYLVIA.
PHILANDER's.
PHILANDER.
SYLVIA.
PHILANDER.
Love-Letters Between a Nobleman and His Sister
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