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is so be that I might not be troublesome, I sured man, confident of success. The pedantic would bare sought a walk with you. arrogance of a very husband has not so pragMrs. Mill. A walk? what then?
matical an air. Ah! I'll never marry, unless Sir W. Nay, nolbing; only for the walk's I am first made sure of my will and pleasure. sake, that's all."
Mir. Would you have 'em both before Mrs. Mill. I pauseale walking; 'tis a country marriage? Or will you be contented with dirersion; I loathe the country, and every only the first now, and stay for the other till ibing that relales to it.
after grace? Sir W. Indeed! hah! look ye, look ye, you Mrs. Mill. Ah, don't be impertinent. My do? nay, 'tis like you may: bere are choice dear liberty, shall I leave thee? My faithful of pastímes here in town, as plays and the solitude, my darling contemplation, must I bid like, that must be copless'd indeed.
you then adien? Ay, adieu, my morning Mrs. Mill. Ahl'elourdi! I hate the town 100. thoughts, agreeable wakings, indolent slumbers,
Sir W. Dear heart, that's much-hah! that ye douceurs, ye sommeils du matin, adieu! you should bate 'em both! hah! 'tis like you I can't do't, 'tis more than impossible: posimay; there are some can't relish the town, tively, Mirabell
, I'll lie a-bed in a morning and others can't away with the country, 'tis as long as I please. like you may be one of those, cousin.
Mir. Then I'll get up in a morning as early Mrs. Mill. Ha, ha, ha! Yes, 'tis like I may. as I please. You have nothing further to say to ine? Mrs. Mill. Ah! idle creature, gel up when
Sir 15. Not al present, cousin. 'Tis like, you will; and d'ye hear, I won't be called when I bave an opportunity to be more pri- names after I'm inarried; positively I won't vale, I may break my mind in some measure. be called names. I conjecture you parily guess; however, that's Mir. Names! 3s time shall try: but spare lo speak and spare Mrs. Mill
. Ay, as wife, spouse, my dear, lo speed, as they say:
joy, jewel, love, sweetheart, and the rest of V s. Mill. If it is of no great importance, that nauseous cant, in which men and their sir Wilfull, you will oblige me by leaving me. wives are so fulsomely familiar; I shall never I bare just now a little business.
bear that. Good Mirabell, don't let us be Sir W. Enough, enough, cousin: yes, yes, familiar or fond, por kiss before folks, like all at ease; when you're disposed. Now's as my lady Fadler and sir Francis: nor go in well as another time; and another time as public iogether the first Sunday in a well as now. All's one for that. Yes, yes, if chariot, to provoke eyes and whispers; and your concerns call you, there's no haste; it then never be seen there together again; as will keep. cold, as they say-cousin, your if we were proud of one another the first sersaot. I think this door's lock'd.
week, and ashamed of one another ever after. Mrs. Vill. You may go this way, sir. Let us never visit together, nor go to a play Sir W. Your servant: then, with your leave, together, but let us be very strange and well I'll return to may company.
[Erit. bred: Jet us be as strange as if we had been Mrs. Mill. Ay, ay; ha, ha, ha!
married a great wbile; and as well bred as if Like Phoebus sung the no less am'rous boy, we were not married at all.
Mir. Have you any more conditions to offer? Enter MIRABELL.
hitherto your demands are prelly reasonable. Mir. Like Daphne she, as lovely and as coy.--- Mrs. Mill. Trifles, as liberty to pay and Do you lock yourself up from me, 10 make receive visits to and from whom I please; to my searcb more curious? Or is ihis pretty write and receive letters, without interrogaartifice contrived, to signify that here the tories or wry faces on your part; to wear chase must end, and my pursuit be crown'd, what I please; and choose conversation with for you can fly no furtlier?
regard only to my own tasle; to have ne virs. Mill. Vapily! no, I'll fly and be fol- obligation upon me to converse with wil low'd to the last moment; though I am upon that I don't like, because they are your acthe very verge of matrimony, 'I expect you quaintance; or to be intimate with fools, be. would solicit me as much as if I were wavering cause they may be your relations. Come t. at the grale of a monastery, with one fool dinner when I please, dire in my dressingover the threshold. I'll be solicited to the very room when I'm out of humour, without giving last, say, and afterwards.
To have my closet inviolate; to be Mir. Wbat, after the last?
sole empress of my tea-lable, which you niust Mrs. Mill. O, I should think I was poor, never presume to approach without first asking and had pothing to bestow, if I were reduced leave. · And lastly, wherever I am, you shall to an ioglorious ease; and freed from the always knock at the door before you come in. agreeable fatigues of solicitation.
These articles subscribed, if I continue lo Hir. But do not you know, that when endure you a little longer, I may by degrees favours are conferi'd upon instant and tedious dwindle into a wife. solicitation, that they diminish in their value,'. Mir. Your bill of fare is something advanced and that both the giver loses the grace, and in this latter account. Well, have I liberty she receiver lessens bis pleasure?
to offer conditions, that when you are dwindled Mrs. Mill. It may be in things of common into a wife, I may not be beyond measure application; but never sure in love. O, I hate enlarged into a husband? a lover, that can dare to think be draws a Mill. You have free leave; propose your Domeni's air, independent on the bounty of utmost; speak, and spare not. bis mistress. Tbere is not so impudent a Mir. I thank you. Imprimis then, I cosing in nature, as the saucy look of an as- renant that your acquaintance be general: thal
you admil no sworn confidant, or intimate of]-here, kiss my hand though—so hold your your own sex; no she friend to screen her tongue now, don't say a word. affairs under your countenance, and tempt Mrs. F. Mirabell, there's a necessity for your you to make trial of a mutual secresy. No obedience; you have neither time to talk nor decoy-duck to wheedle you a fop-scrambling stay. My mother is coming; and in my conto the play in a mask; then bring you home science if she should see you, would fall into in a pretended frigbt, when you ihink you fits, and may be not recover time enough to shall be found out; and rail at me for missing return to sir Rowland, who, as Foible tells the play, and disappointing the frolic wbich me, is in a fair way to succeed. Therefore you had to pick me up and prove my constancy. spare your ecstasies for another occasion, and
Mrs. Mill. Delestable inprimis! 'I go to the slip down the back-stairs, where Foible waits play in a mask!
to consult you. Mir. Item, I article that you continue to Mrs. Mill. Ay, go, go. In the mean time, like your own face, as long as I sball: and I'll suppose you have said something to while it passes current with me, that you please me. endearour not to new coin it. To which end, Mir. I am all obedience.
. together with all vizards for the day, I pro- Mrs. F. Youder's sir Wilfull drunk! and so hibit all masks for the night, made of oil'd- noisy, that my mother bas been forced to skins, and I know not what-hog's bones, leave sir Rowland to appease bim; but he hare's-gall, pig-water, and the marrow of a answers her only with singing and drinkingroasted cat." In short, I forbid all commerce what they may have done by this time I know with the gentlewoman in Wbal-d'ye-call-it not; but Petulant and he were upon quarcourt. Item, I shut my doors against all pro- relling as I came by. curesses with baskets, and pennyworths of Mrs. Mill. Well, if Mirabell should not muslin, China, fans, etc.- Item, when you shall make a good husband, I am a lost thing; for be breeding
I find I love him violently, Mrs. Mii. Ah! name it not.
Mrs. F. So it seems; for you mind not Mir. I denounce against all straight-lacing, what's said to you. If you doubt him, you squeeziog for a shape, till you mou!d my boy's had better take up with sir Wilfull
. head like a sugarloaf, and instead of a man- Mrs. Mill. How can you name that superanchild, make me father to a crooked-billet. nuated lubber? fuh! Lastly, to the dominion of the tea-table I submit; but with proviso, that you exceed not in
Enter Witwould from drinking. your province; but restrain yourself to native Mrs. F. So, is the fray made up, that you and simple tea-table drinks, 'as tea, chocolate, have left 'em? and coffee. As likewise to genuine and autbo- Wit. Left 'em? I could stay no longer-I rized tea-lable talk-such as mending of fashions, have laugh'd like teu christenings-1 am tips, spoiling reputations, railing at absent friends, with laughing-If I had staid any longer, 1 and so forth-But that on no account you should bave burst-I must have been let out encroach upon the men's prerogative, and and pierced in the sides, like an unsized campresume to drink healths, or toast fellows; for let - yes, yes, the fray is composed; my lady prevention of which I banish all foreign forces, came in like a noli prosequi, and stopt the all auxiliaries to the tea-table, as orange-brandy, proceedings. all anniseed, cinnamon, citron, and Barbadoes- Mrs. Mill. What was the dispule? waters, together with ratafia, and the most Wit. That's the jest; there was no dispule
. noble spirit of clary.-But for cowslip-wine, They could ncither' of 'em speak for rage; and poppy-water, and all dormitives, ihose 1 so fell a sputtering at one another, like two allow.– These prorisos admitted,' in other roasting apples. things I may prove a tractable and complying husband.
Enter PetuLANT, drunk. Mrs. Mill. O horrid provisos! filiy strong Now, Petulant, all's over, all's well; gad, my waters! I toast fellows," odious men? I hate head begins to whim it about-why dost thou your odious provisos.
not speak? Thou art both as drunk and as Mir. Then we're agreed. Shall I kiss your mute as a fish. gand upon the contract? And here comes one Pet. Look you, Mrs. Millamant-if you can to be a witness to the sealing of the deed. love me, dear nymph-say it—and that's the
conclusion--pass on, or pass off, that's all. Enter Mrs. FAINALL.
Wil Thou hast ulterd volumes, folios, in Mrs. Mill. Fainall, what shall I do? shall I less than decimosexlo, my dear Lacedehave him? I think I must bave him. monian. Sirrah, Petulant, thou art an epito
Mrs. F. Ay, ay, take him, take him; what mizer of words. should you do?
Pet. Witwould-you are an annihilator of Mrs. Mill. Well then - I'll take my death sense. I'm in a horrid fright--Fainall, I shall never Wit. Thou art a retailer of phrases; and say il-well—I think-I'll endure you. dost deal in remnants of rempants, like a maker
Mrs. F. Fie, fie, have him, have him, and of pincushions-Thou art in truth (metaphoritell him so in plain terms: for I am sure you cally speaking) a speaker of short-hand. have a mind to him.
Pel. Thou art (without a figure) just one Mrs. Mill
. Are you? I think I have—and balf of an ass, and Baldwin yonder, tby halfthe horrid man looks as if he thought so too brother, is the rest-a gemini of asses split, -wel, you ridiculous thing you, I'll bave would make just four of you. you-I won't be kiss'd, nor I won't be thank'd Mrs. Miu. What was the quarrel?
Pet. There was no quarrel — there might The sun's a good pimple, an honest soaker, bave been a quarrel.
he has a cellar at your Antipodes. If I travel, Wit. If there had been words enow be- aunt, I touch at your Antipodes--your Antitween 'em to have express'd provocation, they podes are a good rascally sort of lopsy-turvy bad gone together by the ears like a pair of fellows; if I had a bumper I'd stand upon my castanels.
head and drink a bealth' to 'em.-A match or Pet. You were the quarrel.
no match, cousin with the hard name?--Aunt, Yrs. Mill. Me!
Wilfull will do't. Pet. If I have the bumour to quarrel, I can Mrs. Mill. Your pardon, madam, I can stay make less matters conclude premises,-if you no longer-sir Wilfull grows very powerful. are not handsome, what then, if I have a hu- I shall be overcome if I stay. Come, cousin. mour to prove it?--- if I shall have my reward, [Exeunt Mrs. Millamant and Mrs. Fainall. say so; if not, fight for your face the next Lady W. He would poison a tallow-chandler time yourself-I'll go sleep.
and his family. Beastly creature, I know not Wit
. Do, wrap ihyself up like a woodlouse, what to do with him.-- Travel quoth a! ay, and dream revenge - and 'hear me, if thou travel, travel, get thee gone, get thee gone, cans! learn to write by to-morrow morning, get thee but far enough, to the Saracens, or pen me a challenge- I'll carry it for thee. the Tartars, or the Turks — for thou art not
Pet. Carry your mistress's monkey a spider, fit to live in a Christian commonwealth, thou - go flea dogs, and read romances—I'll go to beastly, pagan. bed to my maid.
Sir W. Turks! no; no Turks, aunt; your Mrs. F. He's horridly drunk-how came you Turks are infidels, and believe not in the
grape. all in this pickle?
Your Mahometan, your Musselman is a dry Wit
. A plot, a plot, to get rid of the knight, stinkard — No offence, aunt. My map says - Your husband's advice; but he sneak'd off. that your Turk is not so honest a
your Christian-I cannot find by the map that Enter SIR WILFULL, drunk, and LADY
your Musty is orthodox-whereby it is a plain WISHFORT.
case, that orthodox is a hard word, aunt, and Lady W. Out upon't, out upon't! at years (hiccup) Greek for claret.
[Sings. of discretion, and comport yourself at this
To drink is a Christian diversion, rantipole rale!
Unknown to the Turk or the Persian: Sir W, No offence, aunt. Lady W. Ofience? as I'm a person, I'm
Let Mahometan fools shamed of you-logh! how you stink of wine!
Live by heathenish rules, I've think my niece will ever endure such a
And be damn'd over tea-cups and coffee, Borachio? you're an absolute Borachio.
But let British lads sing, Sir W. Borachio!
Crown a health to the king, Lady W. At a time when you should com
And a fig for your sultan and Sophi. mence an amour, and put your best foot fore-Enter Foible, and whispers LADY WishForT. most-
Sir W. 'Sheart, an you grutge me your li- Eh, Tony! quor, make a bill-give me more drink, and Lady W. Sir Rowland impatient? good lack! Like my purse.
[Sings. what shall I do with this beastly tumbrill?-Prythee fill me the glass
go lie down and sleep, you sot-or, as I'm a Till it laugh in my face,
person, Il bave you bastinadoed with broomWith ale that is potent and mellow;
sticks. Call up the wenches with broomsticks. He that whines for a lass
Sir W. Ahey? wenches, where are the Is an ignorant ass,
wenches? For a bumper has not its fellow.
Lady W'. Dear cousin Witwould, get him
away, and you will bind me to you inviolably. But if rou would have me marry my cousin, I have an affair of moment that invades me sur the word, and I'll doi-Wilfull will do', with some precipitation-you will oblige me ti's the word,-Willull will do't, that's my to all futurity. ass-my motto I have forgot.
Wit. Come, knight--plague on him, I don't Lody Ir. My nephew's a little overtaken, know what to say to him—will you go to a cuusin—but 'tis with drinking your health-cock-match? O my word, you are obliged to him
Sir W. With a wench, Tony? Sir IT". In vino veritus, aunt: if I drunk Vi'it. Horrible! he has a breath like a bagyour health to day, cousin,-I am a Borachio. pipe- y, ay, come will you march, my SaBut if you have a mind to be married, say lopian? ite word, and send for the piper; Wilfull Sir W. Lead on, little Tony-I'll follow thee, will do't.' If not, dust it away, and let's have my Anthony, my Tanthony; sirrah, thou shalt :'other round - Tuny, ods-heart, where's To-be my Tantony, and I'll be thy pig: sy?- Tony's an honest fellow, but he spits -And a fig for your sultan and Sophi. after a bumper, and that's a fault. [Sings. [Ę.reunt Sir Wilfull, V!'itwould, and Foible.
Lady W. This will never do. It will never We'll drink, and we'll never ha' done, boys. make a malch—at least before he has been
Pat the glass then around with the sun, boys. abroad.
Enter WAITWELI., disguised as for Sir And that makes bim so bright,
ROWLAND. That he's able next morning to light us. Dear sir Rowland, I am confounded with
confusion at the retrospection of my own rude- Wait. Dear madam, uo. You are all camness. - I have more pardons lo ask than the phire and frankincense, all chastity and odour. pope distributes in the year of jubilee. But I Lady W. Or that hope where there is likely to be so alliance, we may unbend the severity of de
Enter FOIELE. corum - and dispense with a little ceremony. Foi. Madam, the dancers are ready, and
Wait. My impatience, madam, is the effect there's one with a letter, who must deliver it of my transport; and till I have the possession into your own bands, of your adorable person, I am tanialized on Lady W. Sir Rowland, will you give me the rack; and do but hang, madam, on the leave? think favourably, judge candidly, and tenter of especiation,
conclude you have found a person who would Lady W. You have excess of gallantry, sir suffer racks in honour's cause, dear sir RowRowland; and press things to a conclusion, land, and will wait on you incessantly. [E.xit. with a most prevailing vehemence–But a day Wait. Fie, fie! - What a slavery bave I or two, for decency of marriage.
undergone! Spouse, hast thou any cordial? I Wait. For decency of funeral, madam. The want spirits. delay will break my heart-or if that should Foi.'What a washy rogue art thou to pant fail, I shall be poison'd. My nephew will get thus for a quarter of an hour's lying and an inkling of my designs and poison me, - swearing to a fine lady! and I would willingly starve him before I die Wait. O, she is the antidote to desire. By -I would gladly go out of the world with this band, I'd rather be chairman in the dogthat satisfaction. That would be some com-days-than act sir Rowland till this time tofort to me, if I could but lise so long as lo morrow. be revenged on that unnatural viper. Lady W. Is be so unnatural, say you? truly
Enter Lady WishFort, with a Letler. I would contribute much both to the saving Lady W. Call in the dancers;—sir Rowland, of your life, and the accomplishment of your we'll sir, if you please, and see the entertainment. revenge. Not that I respect myself; though [Dance.] Now with your permission, sir be has been a perfidious wretch to me. Rowland, I will peruse my leiler -- I would Wait. Perlidious to you!
open it in your presence, because I would not Lady W. O sic Rowland, the hours that he make you uneasy. If it should make you uneasy bas died away at my feel, the tears that he I would burn ii-speak if it does — but you bas shed, the oaths that he has sworn, the may see, the superscription is like a woman's palpitations that he has selt, the trances and hand. iremblings, the ardours and the ecslasies, ibe Foi. By heaven! Mrs. Marwood's. I know kneelings and the risings, the heart-bearings it
. My heart aches-get it from her. [Tohim. and the hand-gripings, the pangs and the pa- Wait. A woman's band? No, madam, that's thetic regards of this protesting eyes! Oh, no no woman's hand, I see that already. That's memory can register.
somebody whose throat must be cut. Wait. Wbal, my rival! is the rebel my Lady W. Nay, sir Rowland, since you give rival? a'dies.
me a proof of your passion by your jealousy, Lady W. No, don't kill bim at once, sir I promise you I'll make a return, by a frank Rowland ; starve him gradually, inch by inch. communication-You shall see it--we'll open
Wail. I'll do't. Inthree weeks he shall it together – look you here. [Reads) - Mobe barefoot; in a month out at knees with dam, though unknown to you. begging an alms-he shall starve upward and there, 'tis from nobody that I know,-/ hace upward, till he has nothing living but his bead, that honour for your charucter, that I think and then go out like a candle's end upon a myself obliged to let you know you are saveall.)
abused. He who pretends to be sir RowLady'W. Well, sir Rowland, you have the land is a cheat and a rascal –0 heavens! way-you are no novice in the labyrinth of what's this? love-you have the clue-But as I am a per- Foi. L'nforlunate, all's ruin'd! son, sír Rowland, you must not attribute my Wait. How, bow! let me see, let me se yielding to any sinister appetite, or indigestion -reading, A rascal and disguised, and subof widowhood; nor impule my complacency orn'd for that imposture-0) villany! O rilto any lethargy of continence - I hope you dolany!-By the contrivance of not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.
Lady i. I shall faint, I shall die, ho! Wait. Far be it from me
FoiSay 'tis your nephew's hand.-Quickly, Lady W. If you do, I protest I must re- his plot, swear it, swear it. cede, or think that I have made a prostitution
Wait. Here's a villain! madam; don't you of decorums; but in the vehemence of com- perceive it, don't you see it? passion, and to save the life of a person of so
Lady W. Too well, too well. i have seen much importante
too much. Wait. I esteem it so-
Wait. I told you at first I knew the band Lady W. Or else you wrong my condes--A woman's hand? The rascal writes a sort
of a large hand; your Roman band - I saw Wait. I do no!, I do not
there was a throat to be cut presently. If be Lady W. Indeed you do.
were my son, as he is my nephew, I'd pistol Wait. I do nol, fair shrine of virtue. bim. Lady W. If you think the least scruple of
Foi. O treachery! But are you sure, sir carnality was an ingredient
Rowland, it is bis writing? 1) Lichiknecht.
Wnit. Sure? Am I here? Do I live? Det
fore this pearl of India? I have twenty letters/ger. Go, hang out an old frisoneer-gorget, in my pocket from him, in the same character. with a yard of yellow colberteen again; do; Lady W. How!
an old gnaw'd mask, two rows of pins, Foi. O what luck it is, sir Rowland, that child's fiddle; a glass necklace, with the beads you were present at this juucture! this was broken, and a quilted nightcap with one ear. the business that brought Mr. Mirabell dis. Go, go, drive a trade.- These were your comguised to madam Millamant this afternoon. I modities, you treacherous trull; this was the thought sometbing was contriving, when he merchandize you dealt in, when I took you stole by me and would bave hid his face. into my bouse, placed you next myself, and
Lady W. How, how!, I heard the villain made you governante of my whole family. was in the house indeed; and now I remem- You have forgot this, have you, now you have ber, my niece went away abruptly, when sir leathered your nest? Wilfull was to bave made his addresses. Foi. No, no, dear madam. Do but hear
Foi. Then, then, madam, Mr. Mirabell waited me, have but a moment's patience-I'll confess for her in her chamber; but I would not lell all. Mr. Mirabell seduced me; I am not the your ladyship, to discompose you when you first that he has wheedled with his dissemwere to receive sir Rowland,
bling tongue; your ladyship's own wisdom Itail. Enough, his date is short.
has been deluded by him, then how should I, Foi. No, good sir Rowland, don't incur the a poor ignorant, defend myself? O madam, law,
if you knew but what he promised me, and Wait. Law! I care not for law. I can but how he assured me your ladyship should come die, and 'tis in a good cause-My lady, shall to no damage-or else the wealth of the Iudies be satisfied of my truth and innocence, though should not have bribed me to conspire against it cost me my life.
so good, so sweet, so kind a lady as you bave Lady IT. No, dear sir Rowland, don't fight; been to me. if you should be killed I must never show my Lady W. No damage! What, to betray me, lace; or hang'd-() consider my reputation, and marry me to a cast serving-man? No sir Kowland-No, you shan't light-i'll go in damage! O thou frontless impudence! and examine my niece; I'll make her confess. Foi. Pray do but bear me, madam! he could I conjure you, sir Rowland, by all your love, not marry your ladyship, madam-no, indeed, Bol to light.
his marriage was to have been void in law; uit. I am cbarm'd, madam; I bey. But for he was married to me first, to secure your some proof you must let me give you;. I'll ladyship. Yes, indeed, I inquired of the law go for a black box, which contains the wril- in that case before I would meddle or make. ings of my whole estate, and deliver that into Lady W. What, then I have been your pro
perty, have 1?. I have been convenient to you, Lady W. Ay, dear sir Rowland, that will it seems - while you were catering for Mirabe some comfort; bring the black box. bell, I have been broker for you? This exceeds
Mail. And may I presume to bring a con- all precedent; I am brought to fine uses, to tract to be sign'd this night? May I hope so become a bolcber of secondhand marriages befar?
Iween Abigails and Andrews! I'll couple you. Lady 17". Bring what you will; but come Yes, I'll baste you together, you and your alise, pray come alive. O this is a happy dis-Philander. I'll Duke's-place you, as I'm a COTETY.
person. Your turtle is in custody already: H'ail. Dead or alive I'll come-and married you shall con in the same cage, if there be a we will be in spite of treachery. Come, my constable or warrant in the parish. [Erit. burom widow:
Foi. O that ever I was born! U that I was Ere long you shall substantial proo receive ever married !-a bride, ay, I shall be a BriThat I'm an arrant knight
dewell bride, oh! Foi, Or arrant knarc.
Enter Mrs. FAINALL. -
Mrs. F. Poor Foible, what's the matter?
Foi. O madam, my lady's gone for a con
stable; I shall be had to a justice, and put to Enter LADY WISHFORT and FOIBLE. Bridewell, to beat hemp; poor
Waitwell's Lady W. Out of my bouse, out of my house, gone to prison already: thoa siper, thou serpent, that I have foster'd; Mrs. F. Have a good heart, Foible; Mirathou bosom traitress, that I raised from no- bell's gone to give security for him. This is Lbing-Begone, begone, begone, go, go, That all Marwood's and my husband's doing. I soot from washing of old gause and wea- Foi. Yes, yes, I know it, madam; she was ring of dead bair, with a bleak blue nose, in my lady's closet, and overheard all that you
a chaffing-dish of starved embers, and said to me before dinner. She sent the letter dining behind a traverse-rag, in a shop no to my lady; and that missing effect, Mr. Fainbigger tban a bird-cage,-80, go, starve again, ali láid this plot to arrest Waitwell, when da, do.
be pretended to go for the papers; and in the Foi. Dear madam, I'll beg pardon on my mean time Mrs. Marwood declared all to my Inces.
lady. Lady W. Away, out, out, go set up for Mrs. F. Was there no mention made of Tourself again - do, drive a trade, do, with me in the letter?- My mother does not susour bree-pengy orih of small ware, flaun-pect my being in the confederacy; I fancy in upon a pack-thread, under a brandyseller's Marwood bas not told ber, though she bas belk, or against a dead wall by a ballad-mon- told my husband.