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Lady M, 0. I don't doubt it, though I so lately forgave him: but, as the poet says, his sex is all deceit. Read Pamela, child, and resist temptation.
Jenny. Yes, madam, I will.
Jenny. No, sir, it was no joke; you made me a proffer of money, so you did ; whereby I told you, you had a lady of your own, and that though she was old, you had no right to despise her.
Lady M. O. And how dare you, mistress, make use of my name? Is it for such trollops as you to talk of persons of distinction behind their backs?
Jenny. Why, madam, I only said you was in years.
Lady M. O. Sir John Flowerdale shall be informed of your im pertinence, and you shall be turned out of the family; I see you are a confident creature, and I believe you are no better than you should be.
Jenny. I scorn your words, madam.
Lady M. O. Get out of the room ; how dare vou stay in this room to talk impudently to me?
Jenny. Very well, madam, I shall let my lady know how you have used me; but I sha'n't be turned out of my place, madam, nor at a loss, if I am ; and if you are angry with every one that won't say you are young, I believe there is very few you will keep friends with!
I wonder, I'm sure, why this fuss should be made;
And though, to their shames,
Some ladies call names,
Times are not so bad,
my character such I need starve on't.
I don't want to stay,
Enter MR JESSAMY.
Jess. What is the matter here?
Lady M.O. I will have a separate maintenance, I will, indeed. Only a new instance of your father's infidelity, my dear. Then with such low wretches, farmers' daughters, and servant wenches: but any thing with a cap on, 'tis all the same to him.
Jess. Upon my word, sir, I am sorry to tell you, that those practices very ill suit the character which you ought to endeavour to support in the world,
Lady M. O. Is this a recompence for my love and regard; I, who have been tender and faithful as a turtle dove?
Jess. A man of your birth and distinction should, methinks, have views of a higher nature, than such low, such vulgar Jibertinism.
Lady M. Õ. Consider my birth and family too; Lady Mary Jessamy might have had the best matches in England.
Jess. Then, sir, your grey hairs.
Lady M. O. I, that have brought you so many lovely, sweet babes.
Jess. Nay, sir, it is a reflection on me.
Col. O. 'Sdeath and fire! you little effeminate puppy, do you know who
talk to!-And you, ma. dam, do you know who I am?--Get up to your cham ber, or, zounds, I'll make such a Lady M. O. Ab! my dear, come away from hima
Enter SERVANT, Col. O. Am I to be tutored and called to an account? How now, you scoundrel, what do you want?
Serv. A letter, sir.
Serv. The gentleman's servant, an't please your honour, that left this just now, in the post-chaise-the gentleman my young lady went away with,
Col. O. Your young lady, you dog-What gentle- . man? What young lady, sirrah?
Jess. There is some mystery in this with your leave, sir, I'll open the letter.
Col. o. What are you going to do, you jackanapes? You sha'n't open a letter of mine, -Dy,DianaSomebody call my daughter to me there- To John Oldboy, Esq.--Sir, I have loved your daughter a great while secretly--Consenting to our marriage
Jess. So, so.
Col. 0. You villain--you dog, what is it you have brought me here?
Serv, Please your honour, if you'll have patience, I'll tell your honour-As I told your honour before, the gentleman's servant that went off just now in the post-chaise, came to the gate, and left it after his mas ter was gone. I saw my young lady go into the chaise with the gentleman.
Col. O. Call all the servants in the house; let horses be saddled directly-every one take a different road.
Serv. Why, your honour, Dick said it was by your own orders.
Col. O. My orders! you rascal? I thought he was going to run away with another gentleman's daughter Dy-Diana Oldboy.
[Exit SERVANT. Jess. Don't waste your lungs to no purpose, sir; your daughter is half a dozen miles off by this time. Besides, the matter is entirely of your own contriving, as well as the letter and spirit of this elegant epistle.
· Col. O. You are a coxcomb, and I'll disinherit you ; the letter is none of my writing; it was writ by the devil, and the devil contrived it. Diana! Margaret ! my Lady Mary! William ! John!
[Exit. Jess. I am very glad of this, prodigiously glad of it, upon my honour-he! he! he ! it will be a jest this hundred years. [Bells ring violently on both sides.) What's the matter now? O! her ladyship has heard of it, and is at her bell; and the Colonel answers her. A pretty duet ; but a little too much upon the forte methinks : it would be a diverting thing, now, to stand unseen at the old gentleman's elbow.
[Retires up the Stage. Enter COLONEL OLDBOY, with one Boot, a Great Coat
on his Arm, &c. followed by several SERVANTS.
Col. O. She's gone, by the lord; fairly stole away, with that poaching, coney-catching rascal! However, I won't follow her; no, damme! take my whip, and my cap, and my coat, and order the groom to unsaddle the horses; I won't follow her the length of a spurleather. Come here, you sir, and pull off my boot; [Whistles.] she has made a fool of me once; she sha'n't do it a second time; not but I'll be revenged too, for I'll never give her sixpence; the disappointment will put the scoundrel out of temper, and he'll thrash her a dozen times a day; this thought pleases me; I hope he'll do it. What do you stand gaping and staring at, you impudent dogs are you laughing at me? I'll teach you to be merry at my expence
(Exit, driving them away.
CLARISSA's Dressing-Roon. Enter CLARISSA, with a Book in her Hand, followed
by Jenny. Clar. Where have you been, Jenny? I was inquiring for you-why will you go out, without letting me know?
Jenny. Dear ma'am, never any thing happened so unlucky! I am sorry you wanted me But I was sent to Colonel Oldboy's with a letter ; where I have been so used_Lord have mercy upon me
-quality indeed -I say, quality-pray, madam, do you think that I looks any ways
like an immodest parson-to be sure I have a gay air, and I can't help it, and I loves to appear a little genteelish, that's what I do.
Clar..Jenny, take away this book.
Jenny. Heaven preserve me, madam! you are cry: ing!
Clar. O, my dear Jenny!
Clar. I am indeed I have been rash enough to discover my weakness for a man, who treats me with contempt.
Jenny. Is Mr Lionel ungrateful, then?
Clar. I have lost his esteem for ever, Jenny. Since last night, that I fatally confessed what I should have kept a secret from all the world, he has scarce condescended to cast a look at me, nor given me an answer when I spoke to him, but with coldness and re.