PROLOGUE. THIS play took birth from principles of truth, If then (for hard you'll own the task) his art SCENE I. LORD TOWNLY's Apartment. Lord T. WHY did I marry?-Was it not evident, my plain, rational scheme of life was impracticable with a woman of so different a way of thinking?-Is there one article of it that she has not broke in upon? -Yes-let me do her justice-her reputation-ThatI have no reason to believe, is in question-But then, how long her profligate course of pleasures may make her able to keep it is a shocking consideration! and her presumption, while she keeps it, insupportable! for, on the pride of that single virtue, she seems to lay it down as a fundamental point, that the free indulgence of every other vice this fertile town affords, is the birthright prerogative of a woman of quality.Amazing! that a creature, so warm in the pursuit of her pleasures, should never cast one thought towards her happiness-Thus, while she admits of no lover, she thinks it a greater merit still, in her chastity, not to care for her husband; and, while she herself is solacing in one continual round of cards and good company, he, poor wretch, is left at large, to take care of his own contentment-Tis time, indeed, some care were taken, and speedily there shall be-Yet, let me not be rash-Perhaps this disappointment of my heart may make me too impatient; and some tempers, when reproached, grow more untractable-Here she comes -Let me be calm awhile. Enter LADY TOWNLY. Going out so soon after dinner, madam? Lady T. Lard, my lord! what can I possibly do at home? Lord T. What does my sister, lady Grace, do at home? Lady T. Why, that is to me amazing! Have you ever any pleasure at home? Lord T. It might be in your power, madam, I confess, to make it a little more comfortable to me. Lady T. Comfortable! And so, my good lord, you would really have a woman of my rank and spirit stay at home to comfort her husband!-Lord, what notions of life some men have! Lord T. Don't you think, madam, some ladies' notions are full as extravagant? Lady T. Yes, my lord, when the tame doves live cooped within the pen of your precepts, I do think them prodigious indeed! Lord T. And when they fly wild about this town, madam, pray what must the world think of them then? Lady T. Oh, this world is not so il bred, as to quarrel with any woman for liking it. Lord T. Nor am I, madam, a husband so well bred, as to bear my wife's being so fond of it; in short, the life you lead, madam Lady T. Is to me the pleasantest life in the world. Lord T. I should not dispute your taste, madam, if a woman had a right to please nobody but herself. Lady T. Why, whom would you have her please? |