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Love. I can't bear to feel myself in so ridicu Love. I'll turn the tables upon sir Bashful, for lous a circumstance.
[Aside. all this-[Takes Sur Basirul's letter out of his Sir Bush. He has been passing himself for a pocket.}-where is the mighty harm now in this lord, has he?
letter? Mrs Bell. I beg my compliments to your
friend Sir Bash. Where's the harm? Mrs Loveit: I am much obliged to you both for Love. [Reads.] ‘I cannot, my dearest life, any your very honourable designs.
• longer behold
[Curtseying to him. Sir Bash. Shame and confusion! I am unLove. I was never so ashamed in all
Aside. Sir Bril. So, so, so, all his pains were to hide Love. Hear this, sir Bashful The manitold the star from me. This discovery is a perfect' vexations, of which, through a false prejudice, I cordial to my dejected spirits.
am myself the occasion.' Mrs Bel. Mrs Lovemore, I cannot sufficiently Lady Con. What is all this? acknowledge the providence that directed you to Sir Bash. I am a lost man!
Aside pay me a visit, though I was wholly unknown to Love. Mind, sir Bashful.- I am therefore reyou; and I shall henceforth consider you as my solved, after many conflicts with myselí, to deliverer.
“throw off the mask, and frankly own a passion, Love. So ! it was she that fainted away in the • which the fear of falling into ridicule, has, in closet, and be damned to her jealousy! [Aside. appearance, suppressed.'
Sir Bril. By all that's whimsical, an odd sort Sir Bash. 'Sdeath! I'll hear no more of it. of an adventure this ! My lord, [Advances to
(Snatches at the letter. him.] my lord, my lord Etheridge, as the man Love. No, sir; I resign it here, where it was says in the play, Your lordship is right welcome directed; and, with it, these notes which sir Bash• back to Denmark.'
ful gave me for your use. Love. Now he comes upon me.-Oh! I'ın in a Lady Con. It is his land, sure enough. fine situation !
[Aside. Love. Yes, madam, and those are his sentiSir Bril. My lord, I hope that ugly pain in ments, which he explained to me more at large. your lordship's side is abated.
Lady Con. [Reads.] · Accept the presents Love. Absurd, and ridiculous. [ Aside. ' which I myselt have sent you; money, attend
Sir Bril. There is nothing forming there, I ance, equipage, and every thing else you shall hope, my lord?
cominand; and, in return, I shall only entreat Love. I shall come to an explanation with you, you to conceal from the world that you have sir.
raised a flame in this heart, which will ever Sir Bril. The tennis-ball from lord Racket's show
ine, unlucky left hand.
Your admirer, Love. No more at present, sir Brilliant. I And your truly affectionate husband, leave you now to yourselves, and—[Goes to the
BASHFUL Constant.' door in the back scene.]—'sdeath, another fiend! All. Ha, ha! I am beset by them.
Sir Bril. So, so, so! he has been in love with
his own wife all this time, has he? Sir Bashful, Enter LADY CONSTANT.
you go and see the new comedy with me! No way to escape ?
Sir Bash. I shall blush through the world all [Aitempts both stage doors, and is prevented. the rest of my life.
[Aside. Lady Con. Mr Lovemore, it is the luckiest Sir Bril. Lovemore, don't you think it at base thing in the world, that you are come home. thing to invade the happiness of a friend? or to
Love, Ay; it is all over-all must come to do bim a clandestine wrong? or to injure him light.
with the woman he loves? Lady Con. I have lost every rubber; quite Love. To cut the matter short with you, sir, broke; four by honours against me every time. we have been traitors to each other; a couple of Do, Mr Lovemure, lend me another hundred. unprincipled, unreflecting profligates. Love. I would give an hundred pounds you
Sir Bril. Profligates ? were all in Lapland.
Aside. Love. Ay! both! we are pretty fellows, inLady Con. Mrs Lovemore, let me tell you, deed ! you are married to the falsest man; he has de Mrs Bell. I am glad to find you are awakenceived me strangely:
ed to a sense of your error. Mrs Love. I begin to feel for him, and to pity Love. I am, madam; and frank enough to own his uneasiness.
it. I am above attempting to disguise my feelMrs Bell. Never talk of pity; let him beings, when I am conscious they are on the side of probed to the quick.
truth and honour. With the sincerest remorse, I Sir Bash. The case is pretty plain, I think, now, ask your pardon. I should ask pardon of my sir Brilliant ?
lady Constant, too; but the fact is, sir Bashful Sir Bril. Pretty plain, upon my soul! Ha, ha! threw the whole affair in my way; and, when &
hasband will be ashamed of loving a valuable Mrs Love. From this moment it shall be our woman, he must not be surprised, if other people mutual study to please each other. take her case into consideration, and love her for Love. A match, with all my heart. I shall, bin.
hereafter, be ashamed only of my follies, but neSir Bril. Why, faith, that does, in some sort, ver asbamed of owning that I sincerely love you. make his apology.
Sir Bush. Shan't you be ashamed? Sir Bush, Sir Bashful ! sir Bashful! thou art Love. Never, sir. ruined.
[.1 side. Sir Bush. And will you keep me in counteBirs Bell. Well, sir, upon certain terms, I
nance ? don't know but I may sign and seal your pardon. Love. I will. Love. Terms! What terms?
Sir Bush. Give me your hand. I now forgive Airs Bell. That you make due expiation of you all. My lady Constant, I own the letter; I your guilt to that lady. [Pointing to Mrs Love. own the sentiments of it [Embraces her.]; and,
Love. That lady, madam! That lady has no from this moment, I take you to my heart.reasou to complain.
Lovemore, zookers! you have made a man of me. Nirs Love. No reason to complain, Mr Love- Sir Brilliant, come; produce the buckles. more?
Lady Con. If you hold in this humour, sir Love. No, madam, none; for, whatever may Bashful, our quarrels are at an end. have been my imprudencies, they have had their Sir Bril. And now, I suppose, I must make source in your conduct.
restitution hereMrs Love. In my conduct, sir?
[Gives Lady Constant the buckles. Loce. In your conduct :-1 here declare before Sir Bash. Ay, ay; make restitution. Lovethis company, and I am above misrepresenting more! this is the consequence of his having some the matter; I here declare, that no man in Eng- tolerable plırase, and a person, Mr Loremore! land could be better inclined to domestic happi- ha, ha! ness, if you, madam, on your part, had been wil Sir Bril. Why, I own the laugh is against me. Ling to make home agreeable.
With all my heart; I am glad to see my friends Ars Love. There, I confess, he touches me. happy at last. Loremore, may I presume to hope
[Aside. for pardon at that lady's hands? Lore. You could take pains enough before
[Points to Mrs LOVEMORE. marriage ; you could put forth all your charms;
Love. My dear confederate in vice, your parpractise all your arts, and make your features don is granted. Two sad libertines we have been. please by rule; for ever changing; running an But come, give us your hand : we have used each eternal round of variety; and all this to win my other scurvily: for the future, we will endeavour affections : but when you had won them, you did to atone for the errors of our past misconduct. not think them worth your keeping ; never dress Sir Bril. Agreed; we will, henceforward, beed, pensive, silent, melancholy; and the only en- have like men, who have not forgot the obligatertaininent in my house, was the dear pleasure of tions of truth and honour. a dul! conjugal tite-u-téte; and all this insipidity, Lore. And now, I congratulate the whole combecause vou think the sole merit of a wife con pany, that this business has had so happy a tensists in ber virtue : a fine way of amusing a hus- dency to convince each of us of our folly. band, truly!
Mirs Bell. Pray, sir, don't draw me into a share Sir Bril. Upon my soul, and so it is
of your foliy.
[Laughing Love. Come, come, my dear madan, you are Alrs Love. Sir, I must own there is too much not without your share of it. This will teach truth in what you say. This lady has opened my you, for the future, to be content with one lover eyes, and convinced me there was a mistake in at a time, without listening to a fellow you know iny former conduct.
nothing of, because be assumes a title, and Love. Come, come; you need say no more, I spreads a fair report of himself. forgive you; I forgive.
Mrs Bell. Tbe reproof is just; I grant it. Mrs Lore. Forgive! I like that air of confi. Love. Come, let us join the company cheerdence, when you know that, on my side, it is, at fully, keep our own secrets, and not make ourworst, an error in judgment; whereas, on yours— selves the town-talk.
Mrs Bell. Po! po! never stand disputing : Sir Bash. Ay, ay; let us keep the secret. you know each other's faults and virtues; you Love. What, returning to your fears again? have nothing to do but to mend the former, you will put me out of countenance, sır Bashful. and enjoy the latter. There, there; kiss and Sir Bush, I have done. friends. There, Mrs Lovemore, take your re Love. When your conduct is fair and upright, claimed libertine to your arms.
never be afraid of ridicule. Real honour, and Love. Tis in your power, madam, to make a generous affection, may bid dehance to all the reclaimed libertine of me indced,
small wits in the kingdom. In my opinion, were Vol. II.
the business of this day to go abroad into the to suffer their powers of pleasing to languish world, it might prove a very useful lesson : the away, but should still remember to sacrifice to men would see how their passions may carry the graces. them into the danger of wounding the bosom of a friend : and the ladies would learn, that, after To win a man, when all your pains succeed, the marriage rites are performed, they ought not The WAY TO KEEP HIM, is a task indeed.
SCENE I.-The Park.
see you in this way: banish your suspicions :
you have conceived some strange aversion, I am Enter Sie Joun Restless and ROBERT, from
afraid, to my lady, sir? a house in the side scene.
Sir John. No, Robert; no aversion : in spite of Sir John. Sir John Restless! sir John Rest- me, I dote upon her still. less! thou hast played the fool with a vengeance! Rob. Then, why will you not think generously, What devil whispered thee to marry such a wo sir, of the person you love? My lady, I dare be man? - Robert, you have been a faithful servant, and I value you. Did your lady go out at Sir John. Is false to me. That embitters my this door here into the Park, or did she go out at whole life. I love her, and she repays me with the street-door?
ingratitude, with perfidy, with falsehood, with Rob. This door, sir.
Rob. I dare be sworn, sir, she is a woman of Sir John. Robert, I will never live in a house honour. again that has two doors to it.
Sir John. Robert, I have considered you as a Rob. Sir!
friend in my house : don't you betray me, too : Sir John. I will give warning to my landlord don't attempt to justify her. instantly. The eyes of Argus are not sufficient Rob. Dear sir, if you will but give me leave : to watch the motions of a wife, where there is a you have been an indulgent master to me, and I street-door, and a back-door, to favour her am only concerned for your welfare. You marEscapes.
ried my lady for love, and I have heard you so Rob. Upon my word, sir, I wish--you will
par warm in her praise : why will you go back from don my boldness, sir-I wish you would shake off those sentiments ? this uneasiness that preys upon your spirits. It Sir John. Yes, I married her for love-Oh! grieves me to the heart—it does, indeed, sir, to love ! love! what mischief dost thou not occa
sion in this world? Yes, Robert, I married her —there—there—there, the thing is evident: you for love. When first I saw her, I was not so may go in, Robert. much struck with her beauty, as with that air of Rob. Indeed, sir, Ian ingenuous mind that appeared in her counte Sir John. Gó in, I say; go in. nance; her features did not so much charm me Rob. There is no persuading him to his own with their symmetry, as that expression of sweet- good.
[Erit Ros. ness, that smile, that indicated affability, modesty, Sir John. Gone towards the Horse Guards ! and compliance. But, honest Robert, 1 was de- My head aches; my forehead burns; I am cutceived: 'I was not a month married, when I saw ting my horns. Gone towards the Horse Guards! her practising those very smiles at her glass : 1 I'll pursue her thither; if I find her, the time, the saw through the artifice'; plainly saw there was place, all will inform against ber. Sir Joho! Sir nothing natural in her manner, but all forced, all John! you were a madman to marry such a wostudied, put on with her head-dress. I was
(Erit. alarmed; I resolved to watch her from that moment, and I have seen such things!
Enter BEVERLEY and BellMONT, at opposite
sides. Rob. Upon my word, sir, I believe you wrong her, and wrong yourself: you build on ground Bev. Ha! My dear Bellmont? A fellow sufless surmises; you make yourself unhappy, and ferer in love is a companion well met. my lady, too; and, by being constantly uneasy, Bel. Beverley, I rejoice to sce you. and never shewing her the least love, you'll for Bev. Well! I suppose the same cause has give me, sir-you fill her mind with strange sus brought us both into the Park: both come to picions, and so the mischief is done.
sigh our amorous vows in the friendly gloom of Sir John. Suspicions, Robert ?
yonder walk. Belinda keeps a perpetual war of Rob. Yes, sir; strange suspicions! My lady love and grief, and hope and fear in my heart: finds herself treated with no degree of tender and let me see—[Lays his hand on BELLMONT'S ness; she infers that your inclinations are fixed breast.}--how fares all here? I fancy my sister elsewhere, and so she is become--you will par- is a little busy with you? don my blunt honesty—she is become downright Bel. Busy! She makes a perfect riot there.jealous—as jealous as yourself, sir.
Not one wink the whole night. Oh! Clarissa, Sir John. Oh! · Robert, you are little read in her form so animated ! Her eyes sothe arts of women; you little know the intrica Bev. Prithee! truce ; I have not leisure to atcies of their conduct; the mazes through which tend to lier praise : a sister's praise, too! the they walk, shifting, turning, winding, running in- gr«atest merit I could ever see in Clarissa is, to devious paths, but tending all through a laby- that she loves you freely and sincerely. rinth into the temple of Venus. You cannot see, Bel. And, to be even with you, sir, your Bethat all her pretences to suspect me of infidelity, linda! upon my soul, notwithstanding all your laare merely a counter-plot to cover her own loose vish praises, her highest perfection, in my mind, is designs. It is but a gauze covering, though; it is her sensibility to the merit of my friend. seen through, and only serves to shew her guilt Bev. Oh, Bellmont! Such a girl! But tell me the more.
honestly, now, do you think she bas ever betrayRob. Upon my word, sir John, I cannot seem
ed the least regard for me? Sir John. No, Robert; I know you cannot. Bel. How can you, who have such convincing Her suspicions of me all make against her; they proofs, how can you ask such a question ? That are female stratagems; and yet, it is but too true, uneasiness of yours, that inquietude of mindthat she still is near my heart. Oh! Robert, Bev. Prithee, don't fix that character upon Robert! When I have watched her at a play or elsewhere; when I have counted her oglings, Bel. It is your character, my dear Beverley: and her whisperings, her stolen glances, and her instead of enjoying the object before you, you artful leer, with the cunning of her sex, slie has are ever looking back to something past, or conpretended to be as watchful of me: dissembling, jecturing about something to come, and are your false, deceitful woman!
own self-tormentor. Rob. And yet, I dare assure you
Bev. No, no, no: don't be so severe: I hate Sir John. No more; I am not to be deceived; the very notion of such a temper: the thing is, I know her thoroughly, and now-now-has not when a man loves tenderly, as I do, solicitude she escaped out of my house, even now? and anxiety are natural; and, when Belinda's faRob. But with no bad design.
opposes my warmest wishesSir John. I a!n the best judge of that: which Bel. Why, yes; the good Mr Blandford is wilway did she go?
ling to give her in marriage to me. Rob. Across the Park, sir ; that way, towards Beo. The senseless old dotard ! the Horse Guards.
Bel. Thank you for the compliment! And my Sir John. Towards the Horse Guards! There father, the wise sir William Bellmont