"Being alone, under the pretence of diverting her Melancholy, he desir’d to sup with her, which she consented to with pleasure; but he took care in filling out the Wine to mingle something in it of a more intoxicating kind, which tho’ she drank of but with moderation, had the effect he aim’d at, to dethrone her Reason, and in its room raise wild Ideas in her giddy Brain."
— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed, and Sold by the Booksellers of London and Westminster
Date
[1726]
Metaphor
"Being alone, under the pretence of diverting her Melancholy, he desir’d to sup with her, which she consented to with pleasure; but he took care in filling out the Wine to mingle something in it of a more intoxicating kind, which tho’ she drank of but with moderation, had the effect he aim’d at, to dethrone her Reason, and in its room raise wild Ideas in her giddy Brain."
Metaphor in Context
[...] This only Guardian of her Honour being remov'd, and the fair Prey defenceless, he lost not a Moment of the long'd for Time, but hasted to her House: She, little suspecting his Intent, receiv'd him as she was accustom'd to do, with modest Kindness and a chearful Welcome, nor did he at his first Approach discover any thing which could give her cause to abate her usual Confidence. Being alone, under the pretence of diverting her Melancholy, he desir’d to sup with her, which she consented to with pleasure; but he took care in filling out the Wine to mingle something in it of a more intoxicating kind, which tho’ she drank of but with moderation, had the effect he aim’d at, to dethrone her Reason, and in its room raise wild Ideas in her giddy Brain. -- Soon she appear'd another Woman, -- her Eyes with strange and wanton Motions roll'd, -- her Tongue, unused but to reply with slow and modest Answers, now run incessantly, and blabb'd unask'd the Secrets of her Heart. -- A thousand and a thousand times she said she lov'd him, -- and when his roving Hands, encouraged by her Fondness, presum'd to wander o'er all the Beauties of her snowy Breast, nay, stray to liberties yet less excusable, scarce did she repulse the Boldness. [...]
(pp. 219-220)
(pp. 219-220)
Categories
Provenance
Contributed by Kelly Fleming
Citation
Eliza Haywood, Memoirs of a Certain Island Adjacent to the Kingdom of Utopia. Written by a Celebrated Author of that Country. Now translated into English. Vol.II (London: Printed, and Sold by the Booksellers of London and Westminster, 1726). <Link to ESTC>
Date of Entry
09/19/2015
