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from the matter; you know I have proof controvertible of it: But tell me, will you promise to do as you're bid? Will you take a husband of your friend's chusing?

Lydia. Madam, I must tell you plainly, that had I no preference for any one else, the choice you have made would be my aversion.

Mrs. M. What business have you, miss, with preference and aversion? They don't become a young woman; and you ought to know, that as both always wear off, 'tis safest, in matrimony, to begin with a little aversion. I am sure, I hated your poor, dear uncle, before marriage, as if he'd been a black-a-moor; and yet, miss, you are sensible what a wife I made! and when it pleased Heaven to release me from him, 'tis unknown what tears I shed! But suppose we were going to give you another choice, will you promise us to give up this Beverley?

Lydia. Could I belie my thoughts so far as to give that promise, my actions would certainly as far belie my words.

Mrs. M. Take yourself to your room: You are fit company for nothing but your own illhumours. Lydia. Willingly, ma'am ; I cannot change for the

worse.

[Exit. Mrs. M. There's a little intricate hussy for you! Sir Anth. It is not to be wondered at, ma'am; all this is the natural consequence of teaching girls to read. Had I a thousand daughters, by Heaven, I'd as soon have them taught the black art as their alphabet!

Mrs. M. Nay, nay, Sir Anthony, you are an absolute misanthropy!

Sir Anth. In my way hither, Mrs. Malaprop, I observed your niece's maid coming forth from a circulating library; she had a book in each hand-they were half-bound volumes, with marble covers: From

that moment, I guessed how full of duty I should see her mistress!

Mrs. M. Those are vile places, indeed!

Sir Anth. Madam, a circulating library in a town is, as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge!-It blossoms through the year! And, depend on it, Mrs. Malaprop, that they who are so fond of handling the leaves, will long for the fruit at last.

Mrs. M. Fie, fie, Sir Anthony! you surely speak laconically.

Sir Anth. Why, Mrs. Malaprop, in moderation, now, what would you have a woman know?

Mrs. M. Observe me, Sir Anthony-I would by no means wish a daughter of mine, to be a progeny of learning; I don't think so much learning becomes a young woman-for instance-I would never let her meddle with Greek, or Hebrew, or Algebra, or Simony, or Fluxions, or Paradoxes, or such inflammatory branches of learning: nor would it be necessary for her to handle any of your mathematical, astronomical, diabolical instruments; but, Sir Anthony, I would send her, at nine years old, to a boarding school, in order to learn a little ingenuity and artifice. Then, sir, she should have a supercilious knowledge in accounts; and, as she grew up, I would have her instructed in geometry, that she might know something of the contagious countries; but, above all, Sir Anthony, she should be mistress of orthodoxy, that she might not mispell, and mispronounce, words so shamefully as girls usually do; and likewise, that she might reprehend the true meaning of what she is saying. This, Sir Anthony, is what I would have a woman know; and I don't think there is a superstitious article in it.

Sir Anth. Well, well, Mrs. Malaprop, I will dispute the point no further with you; though I must confess, that you are a truly moderate and polite arguer, for almost every third word you say, is on my

side of the question.-But, Mrs. Malaprop, to the more important point in debate,-you say, you have no objection to my proposal.

: Mrs. M. None, I assure you.-I am under no positive engagement with Mr. Acres; and as Lydia is so obstinate against him, perhaps your son may have better success.

Sir Anth. Well, madam, I will write for the boy directly. He knows not a syllable of this yet, though I have for some time had the proposal in my head. He is at present with his regiment.

Mrs. M. We have never seen your son, Sir Anthony; but I hope no objection on his side.

Sir Anth. Objection!-let him object, if he dare! -No, no, Mrs. Malaprop; Jack knows, that the least demur puts me in a phrenzy directly. My process was always very simple-in their younger days, 'twas, Jack, do this,'-if he demurred, I knocked him down; and if he grumbled at that, I always sent him out of the room.

Mrs. M. Ay, and the properest way, o'my conscience!-nothing is so conciliating to young people, as severity. Well, Sir Anthony, I shall give Mr. Acres his discharge, and prepare Lydia to receive your son's invocations; and I hope you will represent her to to the captain as an object not altogether illegible.

Sir Anth. Madam, I will handle the subject prudently. Well, I must leave you; and let me beg you, Mrs. Malaprop, to enforce this matter roundly to the girl-take my advice, keep a tight hand-if she rejects this proposal, clap her under lock and key; and if you were just to let the servants forget to bring her dinner for three or four days, you can't conceive how she'd come about. [Exit SIR ANTHONY.

Mrs. M. Well, at any rate, I shall be glad to get her from under my intuition. She has somehow discovered my partiality for Sir Lucius O'Trigger. Sure,

Lucy can't have betrayed me !-No, the girl is such a simpleton, I should have made her confess it.-Lucy! Lucy! [Calls.] Had she been one of your artificial ones, I should never have trusted her.

Enter LUCY.

Lucy. Did you call, ma'am?

Mrs. M. Yes, girl.—Did you see Sir Lucius while you was out?

Lucy. No indeed, maʼam, not a glimpse of him. Mrs. M. You are sure, Lucy, that you never mentioned

on.

Lucy. O gemini ! "I'd sooner cut my tongue out! Mrs. M. Well, don't let your simplicity be imposed

Lucy. No, ma'am.

Mrs. M. So, come to me presently, and I'll give you another letter to Sir Lucius-but mind, Lucy, if ever you betray what you are intrusted with, (unless it be other people's secrets to me), you forfeit my malevolence for ever: and your being a simpleton, shall be no excuse for your locality.

[Exit.

Lucy. Ha! ha ha! So, my dear simplicity, let me give you a little respite; [Altering her Manner.] let girls, in my station, be as fond as they please of being expert, and knowing in their trusts; commend me to a mask of silliness, and a pair of sharp eyes for my own interest under it!-Let me see to what account have I turned my simplicity lately: [Looks at a Paper.] For abetting Miss Lydia Languish in a design of running away with an ensign! in money, sundry times, twelve pound twelve-gowns, five; hats, ruffles, caps, &c. &c. numberless. From the said ensign, within this last month, six guineas and a half-About a quarter's pay! -Item, from Mrs. Malaprop, for betraying the young people to her when I found matters were likely to be discovered, two guineas, and a black padusoy.-Item,

from Mr. Acres, for carrying divers letters-which I never delivered-two guineas, and a pair of buckles.— Item, from Sir Lucius O'Trigger, three crowns, two gold pocketpieces, and a silver snuff-box!-Well done, simplicity! yet I was forced to make my Hibernian believe, that he was corresponding, not with the aunt, but with the niece: for, though not over rich, I found he had too much pride and delicacy, to sacrifice the feelings of a gentleman, to the necessities of his for[Exit.

tune.

ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

CAPTAIN ABSOLUTE's Lodgings.

CAPTAIN ABSOLUTE and FAG.

Fag. Sir, while I was there, Sir Anthony came in I told him, you had sent me to inquire after his health, and to know if he was at leisure to see you.

Capt. Abs. And what did he say, on hearing I was

at Bath?

Fag. Sir, in my life, I never saw an elderly gen

tleman more astonished!

Capt. Abs. Well, sir, and what did you say?

Fag. O, I lied, Sir-I forget the precise lic, but yo may depend on't, he got no truth from me.— Yet, with submission, for fear of blunders in future, I

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