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hear my wife talk at this rate; and yet she is asyoung as your fantastical ladyship. Lady Lamb. Charlotte is of a cheerful temper, my dear; but I know you don’t think she wants discretion. Sir 7. Lamb. I shall try that presently; and you, my dear, shall judge between us. In short, daughter, your course of life is but one continual round of playing the fool to no purpose; and therefore I am resolved to make you think seriously, and marry. Charl. That I shall do before I marry, sir, you may depend upon it. Sir 7. Lamb. Um—That I am not so sure of ; but you may depend upon my having thought seriously, and that's as well ; for the person I intend you, is, of all the world, the only man who can make you truly happy. Charl. And of all the world, sir, that's the only man I’ll positively marry. Lady Lamb. You have rare courage, Charlotte; if I had such a game to play, I should be frighted out of my wits. Charl. Lord, madam, he'll make nothing of it, depend upon it. Sir 7. Lamb. Mind what I say to you. This wonderful man, I say, first, in his public charaćter, is religious, zealous, and charitable. Charl. Very well, sir. Sir 7. Lamb. In his private charaćter, sober. Charl. I should hate a sot.
Sir 7. Lamb. Chaste.
Charl. A hem 1 [Stifling a laugh.
Sir 7. Lamb. What is it you sneer at, madam : You want one of your fine gentlemen rakes, I suppose, that are snapping at every woman they meet with
Charl. No, no, sir; I am very well satisfied. I—I should not care for such a sort of a man, no more than I should for one that every woman was ready to snap at.
Sir 7. Lamb. No ; you'll be secure from jealousy; he has experience, ripeness of years—he is almost forty-nine. Your sex's vanity will have no charms for him.
Charl. But all this while, sir, I don't find that he has charms for our sex's vanity. How does he look? Is he tall, well made Does he dress, sing, talk, laugh, and dance well ? Has he good hair, good teeth, fine eyes Doth he keep a chaise, coach, and vis-a-vist Has he six prancing ponies Does he wear the Prince's
niform, and subscribe to Brookes’s
Sir J. Lamb. Was there ever so profligate a creature ? What will this age come to
Lady Lamb. Nay, Charlotte, here I must be against you. Now you are blind indeed. A woman's happiness has little to do with the pleasure her husband takes in his own person,
Sir 7. Lamb. Right.
Lady Lamb. It is not how he looks, but how he loves, is the point.
Sir 7. Lamb. Good again. Lady Lamb. And a wife is much more secure that has charms for her husband, than when the husband has only charms for her. Sir 7. Lamb. Admirable! Go on, my dear. Lady Lamb. Do you think a woman of five-andtwenty may not be much happier with an honest man of fifty, than the finest woman of fifty with a young fellow of five-and-twenty Sir J. Lamb. Mark that. Charl. Ay, but when two five-and-twenties come together l—dear papa, you must allow they have a chance to be fifty times as pleasant and frolicksome. Sir 7. Lamb. Frolicksome I Why, you sensual idiot, what have frolicks to do with solid happiness I am ashamed of you Go, you talk worse than a girl at a boarding-school Frolicksome 1 as if marriage was only a license for two people to play the fool according to law. Methinks, madam, you have a better example of happiness before your face. Here's one has ten times your understanding, and she, you find, has made a different choice. Charl. Lord, sir, how you talk! you don't consider people's tempers. I don't say my lady is not in the right; but then, you know, papa, she's a prude, and I am a coquette; she becomes her character very well, I don't deny it; and I hope you see every thing I do is as consistent with mine. Your wise people may
talk what they will, but 'tis constitution governs us all: and be assured, you will no more be able to bring me to endure a man of forty-nine, than you can persuade my lady to dance in church to the organ. Sir 7. Lamb. Why, you wicked wretch, could any thing persuade you to do that Charl. Lord, sir, I won't answer for what I might do, if the whim was in my head; besides, you know I always loved a little flirtation. Sir 7. Lamb. O horrible l—flirtation I My poor sister has ruined her: leaving her fortune in her own hand has turned her brain. In short, Charlotte, your sentiments of life are shameful, and I am resolved upon your instant reformation; therefore, as an earnest of your obedience, I shall first insist that you ne
wer see young Darnley more; for, in one word, the good and pious Dočtor Cantwell's the man that I have decreed for your husband.
Charl. Ho, ho, hol
Sir 7. Lamb. 'Tis very well; this laugh you think becomes you, but I shall spoil your mirth—no more— give me a serious answer.
Charl. I ask your pardon, sir: I should not have smiled indeed, could I have supposed it possible that you were serious.
Sir 7. Lamb. You’ll find me so.
Charl. I'm sorry for it; but I have an objećtion to the doćtor, sir, that most fathers think a substantial On Ce
Sir J. Lamb. Name it. Charl. Why, sir, we know nothing of his fortune; he's not worth a groat. Sir 7. Lamb. That’s more than you know, madam; I am able to give him a better estate than I am afraid you'll deserve. Charl. How I sir! Sir 7. Lamb. I have told you what's my will, and shall leave you to think on't.
Enter SEY wa RD. Seyw. Sir, if you are at leisure, the doctor desires to speak with you upon business of importance. Sir 7. Lamb. Where is he Seyw. In his own chamber, sir. Sir 7. Lamb. I will come to him immediately.— [Exit Seyward.]— Daughter, I am called away, and therefore have only time to tell you, as my last resolution, Doctor Cantwell is your husband, or I’m no more your father. [Exit.
Enter Young Lady LAMBERT.
Charl. O madam I I am at my wit’s end; not for the little fortune I may lose in disobeying my father, but it startles me to find what a dangerous influence this fellow has over all his ačtions.
Lady Lamb. Here's your brother.
Enter Colonel LAMBERT.
Col. Lamb. Madam, your most obedient.—Well.