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Lady Flut. Business I don't know of any bu. siness that he has ; I am sure it is some other engagement. Lord Med. Oh—what am I thinking of 'tis to the play. Lady Flut. The play I he could not have been in such a hurry for that, 'tis too early. Lord Med. He was to go with a party, and to call on some people by the way; that was the case. Lady Flut. I don't much care; but I am sure that was not the thing neither; for I heard you say, it were well if he were going to half as good company, as that in which he left you. Lord Med. And that I should certainly say, ma'am, let him be going to whom he would. But Sir Harry has a depraved taste. Lady Flut. I don't doubt but he is going to some of his tavern-ladies. With all my heart; I don’t love him well enough to be jealous of him. Lord Med. I wish you did, for that would help on my work. [Aside.] Why, indeed, my dear Lady Flut. ter, I cann’t say that Sir Harry is quite so deserving of you, as I could wish he were. But he is a mere boy, and cann’t be supposed to be so sensible of your me. rit, as those are, who have had a little more experience in the sex. Lady Flut. I sha’n’t be long with him, that's one comfort. Lord Med. But, my dear ma'am, consider how that will appear in the eyes of the world. Here you are but a little while married, what must people think of a separation Your good understanding is unquestioned, your personal accomplishments admired by all who know you; the blame then must all fall on poor Sir Harry. Lady Flut. And so let it for me. Lord Med. He deserves it, I confess; but, ma'am, give me leave to reason with you a little now ; for I know you are a woman of sense, and capable of reasoning. Don't you think a leetle stroke of censure may possibly glance on you, for not endeavouring to bear, for a while longer at least, with his indiscretion; for every-body knows that your prudence is much superior to his, and therefore more will be expected from you. Lady Flut. My lord, you compliment now. Lord Med. Upon my life I don't. I am sure I have said it a thousand times, that I don't know a woman of fashion in town (a handsome one I mean, you are to take that into the account too) with half your talents. Iady Flut. Oh, my lord. Lord Med. Upon my word I am serious; and between ourselves, Sir Harry is thought to be but of very moderate parts, and that it was almost a sacrifice to marry you to him—But I would not say this for the world to any one but you. Lady Flut. That is very good of you, my lord. Lord Med. Your discretion, I am sure, will make a proper use of the hint. There are great allowances to be made for a raw young fellow, who, like some vain and ignorant virtuoso, is possessed of a rarity, of which he neither understands the nature, nor knows the value. Oh, Lady Flutter, a beautiful and accomplished woman is a gem fit only for the cabinet of a man of sense and taste.
Enter a Servant.
Serv. Madam, the chair is ready. Lady Flut. Let it wait awhile. Lord Med. Another sip of that sweet cordial flattery, and all the rougher passions will subside. [Aside. Lady Flut. What were you saying, my lord? Lord Med. I believe I was saying, or at least I was thinking, that you are Lady Flut. What now? Lord Med. A charming woman—taking you all together Lady Flut. Poh fiddle faddle— Lord Med. Indeed you are Lady Plut. Well, that is nothing to the purpose— What would you advise me to do with this foolish boy; for I would not have my discretion called in question, neither? I am sure if he had but the sense to talk to me as you have done, he might do just what he pleased with me. Lord Med. Amiable creature! Well, whatever you do, don’t think of parting from him, for that would only be making mirth for all the spiteful old
maids in town; who have already prophesied, that
Enter a Servant.
Serv. Sir Anthony Branville, madam, comes to wait on your ladyship.
Lady Flut. Oh, I am glad of that—shew him up. Lord Med. So am not I. [Aside. Lady Fut. You know, my lord, it will save me the trouble of going to his house this evening. Lord Mad Let me beg of you, my dear Lady Flutter, not to mention to your uncle any thing that has passed between you and Sir Harry. I’ll give you many good reasons for it another time. Have I so much influence over you ? Lady Flut. Well, my lord, to oblige you, I won’t. Jord Med. Sweet condescending creature I Lady Flut. But you must tell me what you promised. Lord Med. Not now, my dear ma’am—some other opportunity I will tell you such things—
Enter Sir ANTHoNY BRAN ville, he bows very low to both, without speaking. Jady Flut. Uncle, your servant. Lord Med. Sir Anthony, your most obedient. Sir A. Bran. My lord (without a compliment) I esteem myself extremely happy, in the agreeable hope, that I now see your lordship in perfect health. Lord Med. I thank you, good Sir Anthony, pretty well. Heavens! what a circumlocution, to ask a man how he does | [Aside. Sir A. Bran. And you, niece, I assure you, have a very proper proportion (as undoubtedly your merit claims) of my unfeigned esteem and good wishes; as likewise hath my worthy nephew, Sir Harry; whom