PROLOGUE, DAVID GARRICK, ESQ. Enter Mr. WOODWARD, dreffed in Black, and holding a handkerchief to his Eyes. EXCUSE me, Sirs, I pray-I can't yet speak— I'm crying now-and have been all the week. What What shall we do?-If Comedy for fake us! My heart thus preffing-fix'd my face and eye- If you will swallow it, the maid is cur'd: The college you, must his pretenfions back, SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER: O R, THE MISTAKES OF A NIGHT. АСТ THE FIRST. SCENE, a Chamber in an old-fashioned House. Enter Mrs. HARDCASTLE and Mr. HARDCASTLE. Mrs. HARDCASTLE. I vow, Mr. Hardcastle, you're very particular. Is there a creature in the whole country, but ourfelves, that does not take a trip to town now and then, to rub off the ruft a little? There's the two Mifs Hoggs, and our neighbour, Mrs. Grigsby, go to take a month's polishing every winter. HARDCASTLE. Aye, and bring back vanity and affectation to laft them the whole year. I wonder why London cannot keep its own fools at home! In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel fafter than a stage-coach. Its fopperies come down, not only as infide paffengers, but in the very basket. Mrs. HARDCASTLE. Aye, your times were fine times, indeed; you have been telling us of them for many a long year. Here we live in an old rumbling manfion, that looks for all the world like an inn, but that we never fee company. Our best visitors are old Mrs. Oddfish, the curate's wife, and little Cripplegate, the lame dancing-mafter and all our entertainment your old ftories of prince Eugene and the duke of Marlborough. I hate fuch old-fashioned trumpery. HARDCASTLE. And I love it. I love every thing that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine; and, I believe, Dorothy, (taking her hand) you'll own I have been pretty fond of an old wife. Mrs. HARDCASTLE. Lord, Mr. Hardcastle, you're for ever at your Dorothy's and your old wife's. You may be a Darby, but I'll be no Joan, I promife you. I'm not fo old as you'd make me, by more than one good Add twenty to twenty, and make money of year. that. HARDCASTLF. Let me fee; twenty added to twenty, makes jut fifty and feven. Mrs. |