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unlucky planet rules to-day.-First the Widow Bellmour—and now this will-o'the-wisp—what can he have wrote to her?-Friendship and wafer, by your leavebut will that be delicate ? No—but 'twill be convevient. [Opens it.] This letter shall never go—I'll write another myself-a lucky thought !-I absolve my stars -here is every thing ready--[Sits down.]—What shall I say ?-Any thing will do- [Reads and writes.
Why should I conceal, my dear madam, that your charms have touched my heart ?--Um--loved you long; adored-Um-Um-flatter-Um-Um-Um--happiest of mankind
Um-Um-Umsweetest revenge -Um-Um -husband Um-Um- Um-UmUm-Secret pleasure of rewarding the tenderness of your sincerest admirer, This will do--Let me seal it, and now direct it.
Enter Sır BASHFUL CONSTANT. Sir Bash. Well, well, have you sent it? Love. No. Your servant has not been with me yet.
Sir Bash. Sideboard ! why don't you wait on the gentleman as I order'd ?-Sideboard- I have got rid of Sir Brilliant.
Love. Have you?
Sir Bash. Yes, yes, I would not let him come up for the world.
Enter SIDEBOARD. Here, sirrah! Mr. Lovemore wants you.
Love. Master Sideboard, you must step to your lady with this letter.
Sir Bash. Charming! Charming! Ha! ha! [Aside.] You must take it up to her directly.
Side. Take it up, sir; my lady's in the next room.
Sir Bash. Is she? then take it in there then to hermake haste-begone!
Lode. No danger in this, she'll know her own interest, and have prudence to conceal every thing. [Aside.
Sir Bash. I hope this will succeed, Mr. Lovemore.
Sir Bash. I shall for ever be oblig'd to you and so will my lady too,
Love. I dare believe she won't prove ungrateful.
Sir Bash. Hush! hush:--I should like to see how she receives it-See, the door is conveniently open. [Goes on tiptoe to the door.] Yes, yes, I can see her-there she sits.
[Peeping Love. Methinks, I should like to observe her too. Sir Bash. Hush-no noise.
[Aside. Love. Now, my dear boy, Cupid, incline her heart.
[Aside. Sir Bash. She has got it! She has got it!—I am frighted out of my wits !
Love. Hold your tongue-She opens it.-My dear Venus, now or never!
[Aside. Sir Bash. She colours. Love. I like that rising blush“A tender token. Sir Bash. She turns pale! Love. The natural working of the passions.
Sir Bash. And now she reddens again-In disorder, too-Death and fury, she tears the letter !—I'm undone !
(Walks away from the door. Love. She has flung it from her with indignationI'm undone too!
[Goes from the door. Sir Bash. Mr. Lovemore, you see what it's all come to! Love. I am sorry to see it come to this, indeed. Sir Bash. Did you ever see such an insolent scorn? Love. I never was so disappointed in all my life. Sir Bash. An absurd, ungrateful woman!
Love. Uograteful indeed !—To make such a return to so kind a letter.
Sir Bash. Yes, to so kind a letter.
Sir Bash. You say right—the tenderest protestations!
Love. So generous, so unreserved a declaration of love!
Sir Bash. Made with the greatest openness of heartthrowing one's self at her feet
Love. Very true; throwing one's self at her very feet.
Sir Bash. And then to be spurned, kicked, and treated like a puppy!
Love. Ay, there it stings—to be treated like a puppy!
Sir Bash. I can't bear this !—My dear Mr. Lovemore,
you know in nature a thing so mortifying to the pride of man, as to be rejected and despised by a fine woman?
Love. Oh, 'tis the d-n'dest thing in the worldmakes a man look so mean in his own eyes.
Sir Bash. Mr. Lovemore, I'm heartily obliged to you for taking this affair so much to heart.
Love. I take it more to heart than you are aware of, I assure you. Sir Bash. You are very kind indeed
-This is enough to make one ashamed all the rest of one's life. [Both speak these broken sentences in a kind of reverie.
Enter Sır BRILLIANT. Sir Bril. Sir Bashful, Sir Bashful! I forgot to tell you the highest thing-Hey! what's the matter here?
Love. 'Sdeath! what brings him here again? [Aside.
[Aside. Sir Bril. Upon my soul, but this is very
odd !-Perhaps Lovemore is borrowing money of you, Sir Bashful, and you can't agree about the premium? ?
Sir Bash. Pressing business, Sir Brilliant.
Sir Bril. Po! po!-he's a very honest fellow; let him have the moneyBy the way, Lovemore, I have a crow to pluck with you.
Love. Well, well, another time.-He haunts me up and down like my evil genius!
[Aside. Sir Bril. Well, but you both look very grave upon it. As you
have not the same reason to be in harmony with yourselves as I haveHere, here !I came back on purpose to tell you—[ Takes a shagreen case out of his pocket.] See here, my boys! See what a present has been made me !-A magnificent pair of diamond' buckles, by Jupiter!
Love. How !
Sir Bril. A pair of diamond buckles, sir :-How such a thing should be sent to me, I can't conceive-but so it is—The consequence of having some tolerable phrase, a person, and being attentive to the service of the ladies.
Sir Bash. And this was sent you as a present ?
Sir Bash. I can't say but I do-My buckles, Mr. Lovemore, by all that’s false in woman.
Aside to LOVEMORE. Love. Ay, he's the happy man, I see. [Aside. Sir Bril. Both burning with envy, by Jupiter !
[Aside. Sir Bush. But may not this be from some lady, that imagines you sent them to her, and so she chooses to reject your present?
Sir Bril. No, no-no such thing !-Had I presented the buckles, they would never have been returned.Ladies don't reject presents, my dear Sir Bashful, from the man that is agreeable in their eyes.
Sir Bash. So I believe-What a jade it is! (Aside. Love. She would not have torn a letter from him.
[Aside. Sir Bril. No, no, had I sent them to a lady, take my word for it, they would have been very acceptable. Sir Bash. So I
-I make no doubt but she'll give him my three hundred pounds too! [Aside.
Love. That he should be my rival, and overtop me thus !
[Aside. Sir Bash. And pray now, Sir Brilliant-I suppose you expect to have this lady?
Sir Bril. This is the forerunner of it, I think.-Ha! ha! Sir Bashful!-Mr. Lovemore, this it is to be in luck! Ha! ha! ha!
[Laughs at both. Sir Bash. Ha! ha!
[Forcing a laugh. Love.
Sir Bash. Very well, my Lady Constant!--very well, madam-very well!
[Aside. Sir Bril. I swear you both are strangely piqued at my success—Sir Bashful, observe how uneasy Lovemore looks,
Love. You wrong me, sir;-1-1-1-I am not uneasy.
Sir Bash. He's a true friend-He's uneasy on my acco nt.
[Aside. Sir Bril. Upon my soul, but you are uneasy land, my dear Sir Bashful, you repine at my success.
Sir Eash. Yes, sir, I do. I own it.
Sir Bril. Well, you're not disposed to be good company—I'll leave you.—Lovemore, where do you spend the evening?
Love. I can't say, sir ;- I believe I shall stay here,
Sir Bril. Nay, nay, if you are so snappish–I am glad to hear that, I am engaged to his wife. [Aside.] Is it not a rare present, Sir Bashful? [Pulling him by the slecve.] Thou dear pledge of love, let me lay thee close to my
[Exit Sır Brilliant, looking at the case. Sir Bash. What think ye now,
Sir Bush. Unaccountable!_'Tis too plain-my wife's a jade---a prostitute-a courtezan! Love. I'm glad she has tore my letter, however.