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Our humble scenes no charms of art can boast, But simple nature, and plain sense at most : Perhaps some character—a moral too— And, what is stranger still—the story's new : No borrow'd thoughts throughout the piece are shewn, But what our author writes is all her own.
By no sly hint, or incident, she tries
Men, Lord Medway, - - - - - - Mr. Aickin. Sir AN thon Y BRAN villr, - - Mr. Henderson. Sir HARRY Flutter, - - - - Mr. Lewis. Colonel Medway, son to Lord Medway, Mr. Wroughton.
Women. Lady Medway, - - - - - - - Mrs. Webb. Lady Flutter, niece to Sir Anthony, Mrs. Abington, Mrs. KNIGHT ly, a young Widow, - Mrs. Mattocks. Miss Richly, her sister, - - - - Mrs. S. Kemble. Louisa, daughter to Lord Medway, - Miss Morris.
ACT I. SCENE 1.
Lord Medway. How's this, madam? pursue me into my study * my sanétuary I thought this place, at least, was to be considered by your ladyship as inviolable. Lady Med. I hope I don't interrupt you, my dear. Lord Med. I should be glad, Lady Medway, that we remember'd our respective bounds; I never intrude at your tea-table, or toilet; and I desire my hours of retirement may be held as sacred by you. Lady Med. I beg your pardon, my lord, but indeed you have made me so exceedingly unhappy, by this sudden resolution you have taken, in regard to marrying your daughter, that I can find rest no where. “Lord Med. And so you are come, like the evil “spirit, to take possession of me, in order to make
“me as restless as yourself. I am really extremely “ obliged to your ladyship; but you must know, “ma'am, I am of so strange a disposition, that I have “an absolute dislike to the being made uneasy; “ and therefore shall take it as a favour, if you will “either at once cheerfully acquiesce in what I have “ determined, or else go, and display your plaintive “ eloquence to some one better disposed to sympa“thise with you than I am. “Lady Med. My lord, you know your will has ever “ been a law to me; but I beg of you to consider the “cruelty of forcing young people to marry against “ their inclinations.” Lord Med. Madam, I did not expect this idle opposition from you, especially when you know my motives to this marriage. Lady Med. My lord, you have not yet explained them to me; I can only guess at large. Lord Med. You know I am harrassed with debts, and I now tell you, I don't know where to raise five hundred pounds more, if it would save me from perdition; and pray, let me ask your ladyship, do you know any one besides Sir Anthony Branville, who will take your daughter without a fortune for I neither am, nor probably ever shall be, able to give her One. Lady Med. But Louisa is very young, my lord; why need we be so precipitate Besides, if this match between Mrs. Knightly and your son should take
place, it will then be in your power to provide for your daughter. Lord Med. Right woman 1—a hint is but just started, and you pursue, run it down, and seize it at once. I have not yet proposed the thing to my son. Perhaps he may not like the lady when I do; and I presume you will think his inclinations as proper to be consulted as those of the young lady his sister. Lady Med. Certainly, my lord. Lord Med. Oh, no doubt on’t ; love-matches against the world ! “All you ladies, in this particular, are “very ready to adhere to that Christian precept, of “doing as you would be done by:” and so I suppose, you, out of your maternal fondness, would recommend it to me to let miss please herself in the choice of a husband, as her mama did before her. Lady Med. That reproach from you, my lord, is not kind—but I do not desire you to let her please herself in choosing one she likes, only do not force her to take one she hates. Lord Med. Has she told you that she hates Sir Anthony-r Lady Med. Not in express words; but the repugnance she shews Lord Med. Perhaps she loves some one else. Lady Med. To tell you the truth, my lord, I believe she does. “ Lord Med. And she has made you the confidant “of her tender passion. “Lady Med. I extorted something like a confession “ of this sort from her.”