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Mel. Oʻmy word, Brisk, that was a home thrust: Care. Was the ever sech a fury: you have silenced him.
us! ponood. What followed ? Brisk. Oh! my dear Mellefont, let me perish, if
DielIt was long before either of as thou art not the soul of conversation, the son es- sion bad tied her tongue, and amazemes sence of wit
, and spirit of wine. The deuce take short, the consequence was thus: ste understoere me libreerivation from the body of tender words express, which besser our society.
wx, he! I think that's pretty and effect, but still I pleaded honour ac s. metanenital enough: egad! I could not bave said blood to my uncle, then came the store is. a out of thy company. Careless, eh!
first; for, starting from my bed-sie, kes Care. Hum ! ay, what is it?
flew to my sword, and with much sma, Brisk. Oh, mon caur! What is it! Nay, 'gad! her doing me or herself a mise in H I'll punish you for want of apprehension : the deuce armed her, in a gust of passius ske i take me if I tell you.
a resolution, confirmed by a thousarin. Mel. No, no ; hang him, he has no taste. But, close her eyes till they had seen my rus dear Brisk, excuse me; I have a little business. Care. Exquisite woman! Bat 2
Care. Pr'ythee, get thee gone; thou seest we are does she think thou bast no more sense serious.
inherit thyself? For, as I take it, this s. Mel. We'll come immediately, if you'll but go in, upon you is with a proviso that your uack and keep up good humour and sense in the com- children. pany: pr’ythee, do; they'll fall asleep else.
Mel. It is so. Well, the service se Brisk. Egad: so they will. Well, I will, I will : me will be a pleasure to yoursell : 'gad! you shall command me from the zenith to the to engage my Lady Plant ail this evento nadir. But, the deuce take me, if I say a good thing pious aunt may not work ber w Eks iriere till you come. But, prythee, dear rogue, make if you chance to secure ber to yourses haste; pr’ythee make haste, I shall burst else. incline her to mine. She's handsuse, asa. And yonder your uncle, my Lord Touchwood, it; is very silly, and thinks she has sezse; as swears he'll disinherit you; and Sir Paul Pliant an old fond husband. threatens to disclaim you for a son-in-law; and my Care. I confess, a very fair fouz cixan Lord Froth won't dance at your wedding to-mor- to build upon. row; nor, the deuce take me, I won't write your Mel. For my Lord Frott, be and List epithalamium ; and see what a condition you're like sufficiently taken up with admiring (2 to be brought to.
and Brisk's gallantry, as they call it. Mel. Well, I'll speak but three words, and follow my uncle myself; and Jack Masstel La pre you.
me to watch my aunt narrowly, and girem Brisk. Enough, enough. Careless, bring your upon any suspicioa. As for Sir Pek' =: apprehension with you.
(Erit. father-in-law that is to be, my dear li Care. Pert coxcomb !
such a share in his fatheriy fuador, 3* • Mel. 'Faith! 'tis a good-natured coxcomb, and scarce make her a moment uneasy to date has very entertaining follies : you must be more hereafter, humane to bim; at this juncture it will do me ser- Care. So, you have banned Foar Faris; he vice. I'll tell you, I would have mirth continued wish you may not have the seases and there is this day at any rate; though patience purchase enemy is strongest. folly, and attention be paid with noise: there are Mel. Maskwell, you mean? Prives, times when sense may be unseasonable, as well as you suspect him ? truth. Pr'ythee, do thou wear none to-day; but Care. 'Faith! I cannot belp it: 1:17 allow Brisk to bave wit, that thou may'st seem a fool. never liked him; I am a little super
Carc. Why, how now? Why this extravagant siognomy: proposition ?
Mel. He has obligations of gratado Mel. Oh! I would have no room for serious de- to me; his dependence upus un 2002 sigu, for I am jealous of a plot. I would have noise my means. and impertinence keep my Lady Touchwood's head Care. L'pon your aunt, you ca. from working.
Me!. My aunt ? Care. I though your fear of her had been over. Care. I'm mistaken if there be a Is not to-morrow appointed for your marriage with between them you do not suspeca, foi 21 *** Cynthia ? and her father, Sir Paul Pliant, come to for you. seitle the writings this day, on purpose ?
. Pooh, pooh! nothing is she :Mel. True ; but you shall judge whether I have design to do me service; and be please not reason to be alarmed. None, besides you and I well in her esteem, that he may be ale Maskwell, are acquainted with the secret of my Care. Well, I shall be glad to te Lind.. aunt Touchwood's violent passion for me. Since your aunt's aversion, in her retenze, 6233...* my first refusal of her addresses, she has endea way so effectually shewn as in prontas voured to do me all ill offices with my uncle; yet to disinherit you. She is hapis has managed them with that subtilty, that to him and naturally amorous; Maskwels de they have borne the face of kindness; while her at best, and opportunities between thes." malice, like a dark lanthorn, only shone upon me, quent. His affection to you, yva base where it was directed: but whether urged by her is grounded upon his interest; char roeb despair, and the short prospect of time she saw to planted; and should it take rook in yola accomplish her designs; whether the hopes of re- see what you can expect frum the frui venge, or of her love, terminated in the view of this my marriage with Cynthia, I know not; but this your suspicions just. But see, tae
Mel. I'confess the consequence u ruve morning she surprised me in my own chainber. broken up: let's meet them.
Lord Touchwood, Sir PAUL PLuxt, Lord rue, it makes against wit, and I'ın sorry for some
friends of mine that write; but, egad! I love to be FROTH, and Brisk.
malicious. Nay, deuce take me, there's wit in't,
Lord F. Oh! I thought you would not be long
Care. Wit in what? Where the devil's the wit,
Gond, strange! I swear I'm almost tipsy; Brish. Oh Lord! why, cau't you find it out?
e as can be, it would. We wanted your com. apprehend me ? My lord, Careless is a very bonest
pr’ythee, Careless, be instructed-suppose, as I was *3 rd F. Oh, fie! Sir Paul, what do you mean? saying, you come up to me, holding your sides, aud y! Oh, barbarous ! P'd as lieve you called me laughing as if you wouid-Well, i louk grave, and
ask the cause of this immoderate misth : you laugh 2: P. Nay, I protest and vow, now, 'lis true; on still, and are not able to tell me : still I look 5:22. Mr. Brisk jokes, your bordship’s laugh does grave; not so much as smileccome you! He, he, he!
Care. Smile! no; what the devil should you
aken. I find champagne is powerful. I assure Brisk. Psha, psha! pr’ythee, don't interrupt me:
be a great while first.
Let me perish, do I never say auything Brisk. Well, then, you tell me some good jest, or
very witty thing, laughing all the while as if you Concord F. Oh, fie ! don't misapprehend me: I don't were ready to die, and I hear it, and look thus;
so; for I often smile at your conceptions. But I would not you be disappointed ?
:re is nothing more unbecoming a man of quality Care. No ; for if it were a witty thing, I should e part in to laugh; 'tis such a vulgar expression of the not expect you to understand it. ire de cession ! everybody can laugh. Then, especially, Lord F. Oh, fic ! Mr. Careless; all the world al
and bs laugh at the jest of an inferior person, or when lows Mr. Brisk to have wit: my wife says he has a
aybody else of the same quality does not laugh great deal; I hope you think her a judge. neste ih himn : ridiculous ! to be pleased with what Brisk. Pooh! my lord, his voice goes for nothing. ter speeeases the crowd! Now, when I laugh, I always I can't tell how to make him apprehend. Take it Es sugh alone.
t'other way: suppose I say a witty thing to you. suca is Brisk. I suppose that's because you laugh at your
[To CARELESS. and scan win jests, egad! Ha, ha, ha!
Care. Then I shall be disappointed, indeed.
bent not to be instructed.
Mel. Shall we go to the ladies, my lord ?
solitude without them. 23 Fra Pretty, I can't forbear.
Lord T. Sir Paul, if you please, we'll retire to Mel. Or, what say you to another bottle of cham.
Lord F. Oh! for the universe, not a drop more,
( Takes out a pocket-glass and looks in it.
(Takes the gluss und looks in it.
Enter Maskwell and Lady Touchwood.
Mask. I have been frail, I confess, madam, for
Lady T. That I should trust a man whom I had
Mask.. What friend have I betrayed? or to whom?
Mark. I do not
edged young Mellefont upon the briat Lady I. Have you not wronged my lord, who left him nought but you to catch at faz bas been a father to you in your wants, and given Lady T. Again provoke me! Don you being? Have you not wronged him in the like a larum, only to rouse my on highest manner? :-) In
your diversion ? Confusion ! Mask. With your ladyship's belp, and for your Mask. Nay, Dadam, I'm gone if service, as I told you before; I can't deny that What needs this? I say nothing but th: peither. . Anything more, madam?
in open hours of love, have told me Lady T. More, sudacious villain! Oh! what's you deny it? nay, how can you? Le more is most my bame. Have you not disho-present beat owing to the same áre? 2 Boured me?
love him still? How have I this day Mark. No, that I deny: for I never told in all but in not breaking off his match wie life; so that accusation's loswered: on to the which ere to-morrow, shall be done,
shall not escape my vengeance. Calm villain! Maak. No, by my love. Is your
I have excuses, thousands, for my faults: fire in my Lady 1. Ok! Maskwel, A rain de I
But I sedate, a thinking villain, whose black blood Mellefont Married to nos
Mark. Will you be in temper, madam ? I would but once be mine, and next immediata e
Lady T. She is so credelous that way aatank, Lady T. Necessity, impudence! Can'no grati. and likes him so well, that she wil behereaft tude incline you ? no obligations touch you? Were than I can persuade her. But I don't see that you not in the nature of a servant and have not I, can propose from such a triding denga; for in effect, made you lord of all, of me, and of my first conversing with Wellefont va conrisce her lord? Where is that bumble love, the languishing, the contrary. that adoration which was once paid me, and ever- Mask. I know it Idn't depend me it; bat lastingly engaged?
it will prepare something else, and in as leimre Mask. Fixed, rooted in my heart, whenee nothing to lay a stronger pla: it Igiena little can remove them; yet you
not want contrivance.
One minute girer intention to destrog
Lady i. Ha!
SCENE I The me
Enter Lady FROTH and Crate
rally your friend. But, really, a you say, Lady T. Well, mollifying devil! and have I not der, too. But then, I had a way; for, betres met your love with forward fire!
and I, I had whimsies and tapours; kas ir Mask, Your zeal, I grant, was ardent, but mish them vent? placed; there was revenge in view; that woman's Cyn. How, pray, madam ? idol-had defiled the temple of the god, and love was Lady F. Oh! I writ; writ made a mock-worship. A son and heir would have never write?
ym. Write! what?
Brink. Never anything—but your ladyship, let City F. Songs, elegice, satires, encomiums, iue peuish. negyrics, lampoons, plays, or heroic poems. Laily F. Oh! prettily turned again! let me die Cyn. Oh Lord! not I, madam: I'm content to be, but you have a great deal of wit. Mr. Mellefont, - Durteous reader.
don't you think Mr. Brisk has a world of wit ? - Lauly F. Oh, inconsistent! In love, and not Bel. Oh! yes, madam.
ite ! If my lord and I had been buth of your Brisk. Oh dear! madam. naper, we should never have come together. Oh! Ludy F. An infinite deal. siss me! what a sad thing would that have been, Brisk. Oh heavens ! madam. my lord and I should never have met !
Lady F. More wit than anybody.
ve met with your match, on my conscience. deuce take me, madam.
( To CYNTHIA a e a gentleman, and as much a man of quality!-- Cyn. I vow, my lord, I think you are the happi. ca' nothing at all of the common air. I think I est couple in the world; for you're not only happy ay say he wants nothing but a blue ribbon and a in one another, and when you are together, but ar to make hiin shine the very phosphorus of our happy in yourselves, and by yourselves. emisphere. Do you understand those two hard Lord F. hope Mellefon will make a good husords? If you don't, I'll explain them to you. band, too.
Cyn. Yes, yes, madam, I'm not so ignorant. At Cyn. "Tis my interest to believe he will, my lord. ast, I won't own it, to be troubled with your in. Lord F. D'ye think he'll love you as well as I Iructions.
| Aside. do my wife? I'm afraid not. Lady F. Nay, 1 beg your pardon ; but being de- Cun. I believe he'll love me better. ived from the Greek, I thonght you might have Lurd F. Heavens! that can never be: but why scaped the etymology. But I'm the more amazed, do you think so ? > find you a woman of letters, and not write. Bless C'yn. Because he has not so much reason to be le, how can Mellefont believe you love him? fond of himself.
Cyn. Why, 'faith! madam, he that won't take Lord F. Oh! your humble servant for that, dear iny word shall never have it under my hand. madam. Well, Mellefont, you'll be a happy crea
Lady F. I vow, Mellefont's a pretty gentleman ; ture. -ut methinks he wants a manner.
Mel. Ay, my lord, I shall bave the same reason Cyn. A manner! what's that, madam ?
for my happiness that your lordship has, I shall Lady F. Some distinguishing quality; as, for think myself bappy. xample, the bel air, or brilliant, of Mr. Brisks the Lord F. Ah! that's all. 948emnity, yet complaisance, of my lord; or some- Brisk. Your ladyship is in the right : (To Lady
thing of his own, that he should look a little je ne F.1 but, egad! I'm wholly turned into satire. I satis quoi-ish; he is too much a mediocrity, in my confess I write but seldom; but when I do-keen mind.
iambics, egad! But my lord was telling me, your Cyn. He does not, indeed, affect either pertness ladyship has made an essay toward an heroic poem. or formality; for which I like him : here he comes. Lady F. Did my lord tell you ? Yes, I vow, and
Lady E. And my lord with him: pray, observe the subject is my lord's love to me. And what do the difference.
you think I call it? I dare swear you won't guess Enter Lord FROTH, MELLEFONT, and BRISK. -The Syllabub. Ha, ha, ha!
Cyn. Impertinent creature! I could almost be Brisk. Because my lord's title's Froth, egad! Ha, angry with her now.
| Aside. ha, ha! Deuce take me! very apropos and surprisLady E. My lord, I have been telling Cynthia iny. Ha, ha, ha! how much I have been in love with you ; I swear I Lady F. Eh! ay, is not it? And then, I call my have; I'm not ashamed to own it now; ah! it lord, Spumoso; and myself-what d'ye think I call makes my heart leap; I vow I sigh when I think myself? on't. My dear lord-ba, ha, ha!- do you remem- Brisk. Lactilla, may be : 'gad! I cannot tell. • ber, my lord ?
Lady F. Biddy, that's all; just my own name. Squeezes him by the hand, looks kindly on him, Brisk, Biddy! Egad! very pretty : deuce take sighr, and then laughs oui.
me, if your ladyship has not the art of surprising Lord F. Pleasant creature ! Perfectly well. Ah! the most naturally in the world. I hope you'll that look; ay, there it is ; who could resist? "Twas make me happy in communicating the poem.
so my heart was made a captive first, and ever since Lady F. Oh! you must be my confdant. I must Explore it bas been in love with happy slavery.
ask your advice. Lady E. Oh! that tongue, that dear deceitful Brísk. I'm your humble servant, let me perish. tongue! that charming softness in your mien and I presume your ladyship has read Bossu ? your expression! and then your bow !
Laily F. Oh! yes; and Rapin, and Dacier upon Iord, bow as you did when I gave you my picture. Aristotle and Hórace. My lord, you must not be Here, suppose this my picture. (Gires him a porher- jealous, I'm communicating all to Mr. Brisk. glas.) Pray, mind my lord; ah! he bows charin- Lurit F. No, no; I'll allow Mr. Brisk. Have you ingly, I Lord Froth bours profoundly lart, then hisses nothing about you to show him, my dear? the gla«.! Nay, my lord, you sha'n't kiss it so Lady F. Yes, I believe I have. Mr. Brisk, come, much; i shall grow jealous, I vow now.
will you go into the next roomn ? and there I'll Lord F. I saw myseli there, and kissed it for your show you what I have. (Esit with BRISK. sake.
Lord F. I'll walk a turn in the garden, and come Ludy F. Al! gallantry to the last degree. Mr. to you.
[Erit. Brisk, you're a judge; was ever anything so well Ml. You're thoughtful, Cynthia. bred as my lord ?
Cyn. I'm thinking that though marriage makes
man and wife one tiesh, it leaves them still two then: I am convinced, as far as passion wi petfools; and they become more conspicuous by setting mit. (Sir P. ani Lady P. come up to MELLEFON. off one another.
Lady P. Inbuman and treacherousMel. That's only when two fools meet, and their Sir Þ. Thou seipent and first tempter of womazfollies are opposed.
kindCyn. Nay, I have known two wits meet, and by Cyn. Bless me! sir-madam-what mean ya! the opposition of their wit, render themselves as ri- Sir P. Thy, Thy, come away, Thy; touch him diculous as foois. Matrimony is a hazardous game not: come hither, girl: go not near him, there's to engage in. What think you of drawing stakes, nothing but deceit about him; snakes are in his and giving over in time?
looks, and the crocodile of Nilus in his wicked ap Mel. No, hang it, that's not endeavouring to win, petite ; he would devour thy fortane, and starte because it's possible we may lose; since we have thee alive. shuffled and cut, let's e'en turn up trump now.
Lady P. Dishonourable, impudent creatare! Cyn. Then I find it's like cards; is either of us Mel. For beaven's sake, madam, to whom do you hare a good hand, it is an accident of fortune. direct this language ?
Mel. No, marriage is rather like a game at bowls; Lady P. Have I behaved myself with all the de fortune, indeed, makes the match, and the two corum and nicely befitting the person of Sir Paul's nearest, and sometimes the two furthest are together; wife; have I preserved my honour as it were in a but the game depends entirely upon judgment. snow-house ; have I, I say, preserved myself like a
Cyn. Sull it is a game, and, consequently, one of fair sheet of paper, for you to make a blot upra? us must be a loser.
Sir P. And she shall make a simile with anywa Mel. Not at all ; only a friendly trial of skill, and man in England. the winnings to be laid out in an entertainment. Mel. I am so amazed, I know not what to say.
Sir P. Do you think my daughter-this pretty Enter Sir Paul and Lady PLINT.
creature-Gadsbud! she's a wife for a cherubim Sir P. Gadsbud! I am provoked into a fermenta Do you think her fit for nothing but to be a stalktion, as my Lady Froth says. Was ever the like ing-horse, to stand before you while you take ain read of in story?
at my wife? Gadsbud! I was never angry before in Lady P. Sir Paul, have patience, let me alone to my life, and I'll never be appeased again. rattle him up.
Mel, Confusion! this is my, aunt; suck malice Sir P. Pray, your ladyship, give me leave to be can be engendered no where else.
(Aside. angry; I'll rattle him up, I warrant you ; I'll teach Lady P. Six Paul, take Cynthia from his sight; nim, with a certiorari, to make love to my wife. leave me to strike him with the remorse of his in
Lady P. You teach him! I'll teach him myself; tended crime. so, pray, Sir Paul, hold you contented.
Cyn. Pray, sir, stay; hear him; I dare affira Sir P. Hold yourself contented, my Lady Pliant; he's in pocent. I find passion coming upon me even to despera- Sir P. Innocent! why, harkye! come bither, tion, and I cannot submit as formerly, therefore Thy; harkye! I had it from his annt, my sister give way.
Touchwood. Gadsbad! he does not care a farthing Lady P. How now? will you be pleased to retire, for anything of thee, but thy portion; why, be's in and
love with my wife; he would hare tantalized thee, Sir P. No, marry, will I not be pleased; I am and dishonoured thy poor father, and that would pleased to be angry, that's my pleasure at this time. certainly have broken my heart. I'm sure, if ever Mel. What can this mean?
I should bave horns, they would kill me; they would Lady P. 'Gads my life! the man's distracted. never come kindly; I should die of 'em, like any Why, how now! who are you? What am I? Slid- child that was cutting his teeth; I should, indeed, ikins! can't I gover you? What did I marry you Thy; therefore, come away; but Providence has for? Am I not to be absolute and uncontrollable ? prevented all, therefore, come away when I bid you. Is it fit a woman of my spirit and conduct should Cyn. I must obey.
(Exit with Sir P. be contradicted in a matter of this concern ?
Lady P. Oh! such a thing! the impiety of it Sir P. It concerns me, and only me; besides, startles me; to wrong so good, so fair a creature, I'm not to be governed at all times. When I am and one that loves you tenderly: 'tis a barbarity of in tranquillity, my Lady Pliant shall command Sir barbarities, and nothing could be guilty of it Paul; but when I'm provoked to fury, I cannot in- Mel. But the greatest villain imagination can corporate with patience and reason ; as soon may form, I grant it; and next to the villany of such a tigers match with tigers, lambs with lambs, and fact, is the villany of aspersing me with the guilt. every creature couple with its foe, as the poet says. How? which way was I to wrong her? for yet I
Lady P. He's hot-headed still! 'Tis in vain to understand you not. talk to you; but remember I have a curtain-lecture Lady P. Why, gads my life! cousin Mellefort, for you, you disobedient, headstrong brute. you cannot be so peremptory as to deny it, shea I
Sir P. No, 'tis because I won't be headstrong; tax you with it to your face; for, now Sir Paul's because I won't be a brute, and have my head for- gone, you are corum robus. tified, that I am thus exasperated. But I will pro- Mel. By heaven, I love her more than life, or tect my honour: and yonder is the violator of my Lady P. Fiddle, faddle ! don't tell me of this and fame.
that, and everything in the world; but give me Lady P: 'Tis my honour that is concerned, and mathemacular demonstration, answer me directiy. the violation was intended to me. Your honour! But I have not patience. Ob! the impiety of it as you have none, but what is in my keeping, and I, I was saying, and the unparalleled wickedness! Ok, can dispose of it when I please; therefore, don't merciful father! how could you think to reverse provoke me. Sir P. Hum! gadsbud! she says true. (Aside.] curing the mother !
nature so, to make the daughter the means of a Well, my lady, march on; I will fight under you,
Mel The daughter procure the mother!