"On the contrary, it is not unjust not to pitty him that loves you to all the extravagance of raving; and with these words, he got into an entire possession of the strugling Nymph, who with a Heart all panting with excess of Pleasure, now calmly permitted whatsoe're the Count would do."
— Anonymous
Author
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Randal Taylor
Date
1693
Metaphor
"On the contrary, it is not unjust not to pitty him that loves you to all the extravagance of raving; and with these words, he got into an entire possession of the strugling Nymph, who with a Heart all panting with excess of Pleasure, now calmly permitted whatsoe're the Count would do."
Metaphor in Context
He first took her by the hand, softly press'd it, and conveyed it to his Mouth, and on it fixt a thousand Kisses. 'Tis in vain, Divine Creature (said the Count) for me to pretend to delay my haypiness any longer, since the Center of my joy lyes so near me. And so clasping her fast in his Arms, almost smother'd her with Kisses, till he put her so out of Breath with strugling, that she could not cry out, but faintly asked him (now almost in possession of her Heaven of Bliss) if he were the Count of --- but still struggl'd, so that he was as far from obtaining as at first, Yes, my Charming Clelia (replyed the Count) I am the Man you name, that have languish'd and dy'd for the Embraces of thee, the fairest and most beautiful of thy Sex, so many Weeks in vain, and am now repuls'd, too cruelly repuls'd, when by so much Art I have overcome all other Obstacles that hemm'd thee round to keep mee from my happiness--- Ah Sir, (replyed Clelia) How can I think you love me, when you would betray me to the Infamy of being a Whore? Oh my charming Love, (returned the Count) why should'st thee, with the Vulgar give so odious a Name to the justest of Actions, can it be ill to reward the sighs of a dying Lover? On the contrary, it is not unjust not to pitty him that loves you to all the extravagance of raving; and with these words, he got into an entire possession of the strugling Nymph, who with a Heart all panting with excess of Pleasure, now calmly permitted whatsoe're the Count would do. The first seem'd to him indeed, but a Sacrifice to gratitude, but she met him afterwards with so equal a fire that discover'd her Love as boundless as his.
(pp. 83-4)
(pp. 83-4)
Categories
Provenance
C-H Lion
Citation
Anonymous, The Player's Tragedy. Or, Fatal Love, a New Novel (London: Printed, and Sold by Randal Taylor, 1693)
Date of Entry
06/15/2013
