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Gyde's porch, this evening, at eight ; meet me there, and we'll make a little party. [Exeunt severally.
SCENE II. A Dressing-room in Mog. MALAPROP's Lodgings. LYDIA LANGUISA sitting on a Sofa, with a Book in her Hand ; Lucy, as just returned from a Message.
Lucy. Indeed, ma'am, I trarersed balf the town in search of it: I don't believe there's a circulating librars in Bath I han't been at.
Lydia. And could not you get .The Reward of Constancy?'
Lucy. No, indeed, ma'am. Lydia. Nor The Fatal Connexion?' Lucy. No, indeed, ma'am. Lydia. Nor · The Mistakes of the Heart?' Lucy. Ma'am, as ill luck would have it, Mr. Ball said, miss Sukey Saunter bad just fetched it away.
Lydia. Heigbo! Did you inquire for "The Delicate Distress ?'
Lucy. Or, The Memoirs of Lady Woodford ?' Yer. indeed, ma'am, I asked every where for it; and I might have brought it from Mr. Frederick's, but lady Slattero Lounger, who had just sent it bome, had so soiled and dog's-eared it, it wan't fit for a Christian to read.
Lydia. Heigho! Yes, I always know wben lady Slatiero has been before me: She has a most observing thumb, and, I believe, cherishes her nails for the con. venience of making marginal notes. Well, child, what have you brought me ?
Lucy. Oh, bere, ma’am ! [Taking Books from under her Clouk, and from her Pockets) This is The Man of Feeling,' and this, Peregrine Pickle.'-Here are • The Tears of Sensibility,' and · Hamphrey Clinker.'
Lydia. Hold! here's some one coming-quick, soe who it is-[Exit Lucy]-Surely I heard my cousin Julia's voice!
. My dearest Julia, how delighted am I! [Em
brace] How unexpected was this happiness !
Julia. True, Lydia, and our pleasure is the greater ; but wbat lias been the matter? you were denied 10 me at first.
Lydia. Ab, Julia, I have a thousand things to tell you ! but first inform me wbat bas conjured you to Path ?-Is sir Anthony here?
Julia. He is ; we are arrived within this hoor, and I suppose he will be here to wait on Mrs. Malaprop as soon as he is dressed.
Lydiu. Then before we are interrupted, let me impart to yoa some of my distress ; I know your genile nature will sympathise with me, though your pradence may condemn me; My letters have informed you of my whole connexion with Beverley; but I have lost bim, Julia ;-my aunt has discovered our intercourse, by a note she intercepted, and was confinedd me ever since : Yet, would you believe it? she has fallen absolutely in love with a tall Irish baronet, she met one night, since we have been here, atlady Macskuffle's root. Julia, You jest, Lydia.
Lydia. No, apon my word :--She really carries on a kind of correspondence with him, under a seigned name though, till she chooses to be known to him :but it is a Delia, or a Celia, I assure you.
Julia. Then, sorely, she is now more indulgent to her niece?
Lydia. Quite the contrary : Since she has discovered ber own frailty, she is become more suspicious of mine. Then I must inform you of another plagae; that odions Acres is to be in Bath to-day, so that, I protest, I shall be teased out of all spirits !
Julia. Come, come, Lýdia, hope for the best :-sir Anthony shall use bis interest with Mrs. Malaprop.
Lydia. Bat you bave not heard the worst :-Unfor. tunately I bad quarrelled with my poor Beverley, just before my aunt made the discovery, and I have not seen him since to make it up.
Julia. What was bis offence ?
Lydia. Notbing at all; bat I don't know how it was, as often as we had been together, we bad never bad a quarrel; and, somebow, I was afraid he would never give me an opportunity; 80, last Thursday, I wrote a letter to myself, to inform myself that Beverley was, at that time, paying his addresses to another woman. I signed it, “Your friend ook nown,' showed it to Beverley, charged him witb bis falsehood, pat myself in a violent passion, and row'd I'd nerer see him more,
Julia. And you let bim depart so, and have not seen him sioce ?
Lydia. "Twas the next day my aunt found the matter out; I intended only to bave teased him three days and a half, and now I've lost bim for ever.
Julia. If he is as deserving and sincere as you have represented bim to me, he will never give you up so. Yet consider, Lydia, you tell me be is but an ensign, and you have thirty thousand pounds!
Lydia. But, you know, I lose most of my fortane, if I marry, without my aunt's consent, till of age ; and that is what I'bave determined to do ever since I knew the penalty; yor could I love the man wbu would wish to wait a day for the alternative.
Julia. Nay, this is caprice !
Lydia. What, does Julia lax me with caprice? I tboogut her lover Faulkland had inured her to it.
Julia. I do not love even his faults.
Lydia. Bat a-propos ! you wave sent to bim, 1 suppose ?
Julia. Not yet, opon my word! por has be the least idea of my being in Bath :-sir Anthony's resolution
was so sudden I could not inform him of it.
Lydia. Well, Julia, you are your own mistress, though under the protection of sir Anthony ; yet have you, for this long year, been a slave to the caprice, the -wbim, tbe jealousy of this ungrateful Faulkland, who will ever delay assuming the right of a husband, while you suffer bim to be equally imperious as a lover.
Julia. Nay you are wrong entirely :-We were contracted before my fatber's death : That, and some consequent embarrassments, have delayed what I know to be my Faulkland's most ardent wisb:-He is too generous to trifle on such a poiut ;-and, for bis character, you wrong him there too. No, Lydia, he is too proud, too noble, to be jealous; if he is captious, 'tis withoat dissembliog; if fretful, witbout rudeness. Unused to the sopperies of love, be is negligent of the little duties expected from a lover. This temper, I must own, bas cost me many unbappy bours; but I hare learned to thiuk myself bis debtor for those imperfections wbich arise from the ardoor of his attachment.
Lydia. Well, I cannot blame you for defending bim; bat, tell me candidly, Julia— had he never saved your life, do you think you sbould have been attached to him as you are ? Believe me, the rade blast tbat orersot your boat was a prosperous gale of love to bim.
Julia. Gratitude may have strengthened my attachment to Mr. Faulkland, but I loved him before be - bad preserved me; yet, sarely, that alone were an obligation sufficient
Lydia. Obligation! Why, a water spaniel would bave done as mach! Well, I should never think of giving my heart to a man because he could swim !What's here?
Enter Lucy, in a hurry. Lucy. O, ma'am, here is sir Authony Absolate, jast come home with your aunt! Lydia. They'll not come here:-Lucy, do you watch.
Julia. Yet I must go; sir Anthony does not know I am here, and if we meet, be'll detain me, to show me the town. I'll take another opportunity of paying my respects to Mrs. Malaprop, when she shall treat me, as Jong as she chooses, with her select words, so ingeniously misapplied, witboat being mispronounced.
Enter Lucy. Lucy. O lud, ma'am! They are both coming up stairs!
Lydia. Well, I'll not detain you.-Adieu, my dear Jolia! I'm sare you are in baste to send to Faulkland. There-through my room you'll find another staircase. Julia. Adieu !
[Exit Julia. Lydia. Here, my dear Lacy, hide these books. Quick, quick.-Fling Peregrine Pickle' ander the toilet-throw · Roderick Random? into the closetput. The Innocent Adultery' into The Whole Doly of Man'-throst' Lord Aimworth' under the sofa cram Ovid' behiod the bolster-there--put “The Man of Feeling' inlo your pocket.-Now for them! Enter MRS. MALAPROP and SIR ANTHONY
ABSOLUTE. Mrs. M. There, sir Anthony, there sits the deliberate simpleton, who wants to disgrace her family, and lavish herself on a fellow not worth a shilling.
Lydia. Madam, I thought you once
Mrs. M. You thooght, miss! I don't know any business you have to think at all ; Thought does not become a young woman. But the point we would request of yoo is, that you will promise to forget ibis fellow-lo illiterate bim, I say, from your memory.
Lydia. Ah, madam! our memories are independent of oor wills. It is not so easy to forgel.
Mrs. M. Bat, I say, it is, miss! there is nothing on earth so easy as to forget, if a person obooses to set about it. I'm sore I bave as much forgot your poor dear uncle, as if he had never existed ; and I thoaght it
my daty so to do; and let me tell you, Lydia, these