DON SEBASTIAN: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN

@3Mor.@1 I Quak'd at heart for fear the Royal Fashion
Shou'd have seduc'd Us two to Seperation:
To be drawn in, against our own desire,
Poor I to be a Nun, poor You a Fryar.
@3Ant.@1 I trembled when the Old Man's hand was in,
He would have prov'd we were too near of kin,
Discovering old Intrigues of Love, like t'other,
Betwixt my Father and thy sinful Mother;
To make Us Sister Turk and Christian Brother.
@3Mor.@1 Excuse me there; that League shou'd have been rather
Betwixt your Mother and my @3Mufti@1-Father;
'Tis for my own and my Relations Credit
Your Friends shou'd bear the Bastard, mine shou'd get it.
@3Ant.@1 Suppose us two, @3Almeyda@1 and @3Sebastian,@1
With Incest prov'd upon us: --
@3Mor.@1 Without Question,
Their Conscience was too queazy of digestion.
@3Ant.@1 Thou woud'st have kept the Councell of thy Brother
And sinn'd till we repented of each other.
@3Mor.@1 Beast as you are, on Natures Laws to trample!
'Twere fitter that we follow'd their Example.
And since all Marriage in Repentance ends,
'Tis good for us to part while we are Friends.
To save a Maids Remorses and Confusions,
E'en leave me now, before We try Conclusions.
@3Ant.@1 To copy their Example first make certain
Of one good hour, like theirs, before our parting;
Make a debauch o're Night of Love and Madness;
And marry, when we wake, in sober sadness.
@3Mor.@1 I'le follow no new Sects of your inventing.
One Night might cost me nine long months repenting:
First wed, and, if you find that Life a Fetter,
Dye when you please, the sooner Sir the better:
My wealth wou'd get me love e're I cou'd ask it:
Oh there's a strange Temptation in the Casket:
All these Young Sharpers would my grace importune,
And make me thundring Votes of Lives and Fortune.

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