you admit no sworn confidant, or intimate of-here, kiss my hand though-so hold your your own sex; no she friend to screen her tongue now, don't say a word. affairs under your countenance, and tempt Mrs. F. Mirabell, there's a necessity for your you to make trial of a mutual secresy. No obedience; you have neither time to talk nor decoy-duck to wheedle you a fop-scrambling stay. My mother is coming; and in my conto the play in a mask; then bring you home science if she should see you, would fall into in a pretended fright, when you think you fits, and may be not recover time enough to shall be found out; and rail at me for missing return to sir Rowland, who, as Foible tells the play, and disappointing the frolic which me, is in a fair way to succeed. Therefore you had to pick me up and prove my constancy. spare your ecstasies for another occasion, and Mrs. Mill. Detestable inprimis! I go to the slip down the back-stairs, where Foible waits play in a mask! to consult you.

Mir. Item, I article that you continue to Mrs. Mill. Ay, go, go. In the mean time, like your own face, as long as I shall: and I'll suppose you have said something to while it passes current with me, that you please me.

endeavour not to new coin it. To which end, Mir. I am all obedience. [Exit. together with all vizards for the day, I pro- Mrs. F. Yonder's sir VVilfull drunk! and so hibit all masks for the night, made of oil'd-noisy, that my mother has been forced to skins, and I know not what-hog's bones, leave sir Rowland to appease him; but he hare's-gall, pig-water, and the marrow of a answers her only with singing and drinkingroasted cat. In short, I forbid all commerce what they may have done by this time I know with the gentlewoman in What-d'ye-call-it not; but Petulant and he were upon quarcourt. Item, I shut my doors against all pro-relling as I came by.

curesses with baskets, and pennyworths of Mrs. Mill. Well, if Mirabell should not muslin, China, fans, etc.-Item, when you shall make a good husband, I am a lost thing; for be breedingI find I love him violently.

Mrs. Mill. Ah! name it not.

Mrs. F. So it seems; for you mind not what's said to you.-If you doubt him, you had better take up with sir Wilfull.

Mrs. Mill. How can you name that superannuated lubber? foh!

Enter WITWOULD from drinking.
Mrs. F. So, is the fray made up, that you

Mir. I denounce against all straight-lacing, squeezing for a shape, till you mould my boy's head like a sugarloaf, and instead of a manchild, make me father to a crooked-billet. Lastly, to the dominion of the tea-table I submit; but with proviso, that you exceed not in your province; but restrain yourself to native and simple tea-table drinks, as tea, chocolate, have left 'em? and coffee. As likewise to genuine and autho- Wit. Left 'em? I could stay no longer-I rized tea-table talk-such as mending of fashions, have laugh'd like ten christenings-I am tipsy spoiling reputations, railing at absent friends, with laughing-If I had staid any longer, I and so forth-But that on no account you should have burst-I must have been let out encroach upon the men's prerogative, and and pierced in the sides, like an unsized campresume to drink healths, or toast fellows; for let-yes, yes, the fray is composed; my lady prevention of which I banish all foreign forces, came in like a noli prosequi, and stopt the all auxiliaries to the tea-table, as orange-brandy, proceedings. all anniseed, cinnamon, citron, and Barbadoes- Mrs. Mill. What was the dispute? waters, together with ratafia, and the most Wit. That's the jest; there was no dispute. noble spirit of clary.-But for cowslip-wine, They could neither of 'em speak for rage; and poppy-water, and all dormitives, those so fell a sputtering at one another, like two allow. These provisos admitted, in other roasting apples. things I may prove a tractable and complying

husband.

Enter PETULANT, drunk.

Mrs. Mill. O horrid provisos! filthy strong Now, Petulant, all's over, all's well; gad, my waters! I toast fellows, odious men! I hate head begins to whim it about-why dost thou your odious provisos. not speak? Thou art both as drunk and as

Mir. Then we're agreed. Shall I kiss your mute as a fish. nand upon the contract? And here comes one to be a witness to the sealing of the deed.

Enter MRS. FAINALL.

Pet. Look you, Mrs. Millamant-if you can love me, dear nymph—say it—and that's the conclusion-pass on, or pass off, that's all.

Wit. Thou hast utter'd volumes, folios, in I less than decimo sexto, my dear Lacedemonian. Sirrah, Petulant, thou art an epitowhat mizer of words.

Mrs. Mill. Fainall, what shall I do? shall have him? I think I must have him. Mrs. F. Ay, ay, take him, take him; should you do?

Pet. Witwould-you are an annihilator of death sense.

Mrs. Mill. Well then-I'll take my I'm in a horrid fright-Fainall, I shall never say it-well-I think-I'll endure you.

Mrs. F. Fie, fie, have him, have him, and tell him so in plain terms: for I am sure you have a mind to him.

Wit. Thou art a retailer of phrases; and dost deal in remnants of remnants, like a maker of pincushions-thou art in truth (metaphorically speaking) a speaker of short-hand.

Pet. Thou art (without a figure) just one Mrs. Mill. Are you? I think I have-and half of an ass, and Baldwin yonder, thy halfthe horrid man looks as if he thought so too brother, is the rest-a gemini of asses split, -wel, you ridiculous thing you, I'll have would make just four of you.

you-I won't be kiss'd, nor I won't be thank'd Mrs. Mill. What was the quarrel?

Pet. There was no quarrel-there might The sun's a good pimple, an honest soaker, have been a quarrel. he has a cellar at your Antipodes. If I travel, Wit. If there had been words enow be- aunt, I touch at your Antipodes-your Antitween 'em to have express'd provocation, they podes are a good rascally sort of topsy-turvy had gone together by the ears like a pair of fellows; if I had a bumper I'd stand upon my

castanets.

Pet. You were the quarrel.

Mrs. Mill. Me!

Pet. If I have the humour to quarrel, I can make less matters conclude premises,-if you are not handsome, what then, if I have a humour to prove it?-if I shall have my reward, say so; if not, fight for your face the next time yourself-I'll go sleep.

head and drink a health to 'em.-A match or no match, cousin with the hard name?—Aunt, Wilfull will do't.

Mrs. Mill. Your pardon, madam, I can stay no longer-sir Wilfull grows very powerful. I shall be overcome if I stay. Come, cousin. [Exeunt Mrs. Millamant and Mrs. Fainall. Lady W. He would poison a tallow-chandler and his family. Beastly creature, I know not Wit. Do, wrap thyself up like a woodlouse, what to do with him.-Travel quoth a! ay, and dream revenge-and hear me, if thou travel, travel, get thee gone, get thee gone, canst learn to write by to-morrow morning, get thee but far enough, to the Saracens, or pen me a challenge-I'll carry it for thee. the Tartars, or the Turks- for thou art not Pet. Carry your mistress's monkey a spider, fit to live in a Christian commonwealth, thou -go flea dogs, and read romances-I'll go to beastly pagan. bed to my maid. [Exit. Sir W. Turks! no; no Turks, aunt; your Mrs. F. He's horridly drunk-how came you Turks are infidels, and believe not in the grape. all in this pickle? Your Mahometan, your Musselman is a dry stinkard - No offence, aunt. My map says that your Turk is not so honest a your Christian-I cannot find by the map that your Mufty is orthodox-whereby it is a plain case, that orthodox is a hard word, aunt, and (hiccup) Greek for claret. [Sings.

Wit. A plot, a plot, to get rid of the knight,
-Your husband's advice; but he sneak'd off.

Enter SIR WILFULL, drunk, and LADY
WISHFORT.

Lady W. Out upon't, out upon't! at years of discretion, and comport yourself at this rantipole rate!

Sir W. No offence, aunt.

Lady W. Offence? as I'm a person, I'm ashamed of you-fogh! how you stink of wine! d'ye think my niece will ever endure such a Borachio? you're an absolute Borachio.

Sir W. Borachio!

Lady W. At a time when you should commence an amour, and put your bes foot fore

most

Sir W. 'Sheart, an you grutge me your li-
quor, make a bill-give me more drink, and
take my purse.
[Sings.

Pr'ythee fill me the glass
'Till it laugh in my face,
With ale that is potent and mellow;
He that whines for a lass

Is an ignorant ass,

For a bumper has not its fellow.

But if you would have me marry my cousin, say the word, and I'll do't-Wilfull will do't, that's the word,-Wilfull will do't, that's my crest-my motto I have forgot.

man as

To drink is a Christian diversion,
Unknown to the Turk or the Persian:
Let Mahometan fools

Live by heathenish rules,
And be damn'd over tea-cups and coffee,
But let British lads sing,

Crown a health to the king,

And a fig for your sultan and Sophi.

Enter FOIBLE, and whispers LADY WISHFORT.
Eh, Tony!

Lady W. Sir Rowland impatient? good lack! what shall I do with this beastly tumbrill ?— go lie down and sleep, you sot-or, as I'm a person, I'll have you bastinadoed with broomsticks. Call up the wenches with broomsticks. Sir W. Ahey? wenches, where are the wenches?

Lady W. Dear cousin Witwould, get him away, and you will bind me to you inviolably. I have an affair of moment that invades me with some precipitation-you will oblige me to all futurity.

Wit. Come, knight-plague on him, I don't Lady W. My nephew's a little overtaken, know what to say to him-will you go to a cousin but 'tis with drinking your health-cock-match? O' my word, you are obliged to him

Sir W. With a wench, Tony?

Sir VV. In vino veritus, aunt: if I drunk Wit. Horrible! he has a breath like a bagyour health to day, cousin,-I am a Borachio. pipe-Ay, ay, come will you march, my SaBut if you have a mind to be married, say lopian?

the word, and send for the piper; Wilfull| Sir W. Lead on, little Tony-I'll follow thee, will do't. If not, dust it away, and let's have my Anthony, my Tanthony; sirrah, thou shalt t'other round-Tony, ods-heart, where's To-be my Tantony, and I'll be thy pig. ny?-Tony's an honest fellow, but he spits -And a fig for your sultan and Sophi. after a bumper, and that's a fault. [Sings.

We'll drink, and we'll never ha' done, boys.
Put the glass then around with the sun, boys.
Let Apollo's example invite us;

For he's drunk ev'ry night,
And that makes him so bright,
That he's able next morning to light us.

[Exeunt Sir Wilfull, Witwould, and Foible. "Lady W. This will never do. It will never make a match-at least before he has been abroad.

Enter WAITWELL, disguised as for SIR
ROWLAND.

Dear sir Rowland, I am confounded with

confusion at the retrospection of my own rude-|

Vi ́ait. Dear madam, no.

You are all camness. I have more pardons to ask than the phire and frankincense, all chastity and odour. pope distributes in the year of jubilee. But I Lady W. Or thathope where there is likely to be so alliance, we may unbend the severity of decorum and dispense with a little ceremony.

near an

Enter FOIBLE.

Foi. Madam, the dancers are ready, and Wait. My impatience, madam, is the effect there's one with a letter, who must deliver it of my transport; and till I have the possession into your own hands.

of your adorable person, I am tantalized on Lady W. Sir Rowland, will you give me the rack; and do but hang, madam, on the leave? think favourably, judge candidly, and tenter of expectation. conclude you have found a person who would Lady W. You have excess of gallantry, sir suffer racks in honour's cause, dear sir RowRowland; and press things to a conclusion, land, and will wait on you incessantly. [Exit. with a most prevailing vehemence-But a day Wait. Fie, fie!-What a slavery have I or two, for decency of marriage. undergone! Spouse, hast thou any cordial? 1 want spirits.

Wait. For decency of funeral, madam. The delay will break my heart-or if that should Foi. What a washy rogue art thou to pant fail, I shall be poison'd. My nephew will get thus for a quarter of an hour's lying and an inkling of my designs and poison me,- swearing to a fine lady!

and I would willingly starve him before I die Wait. O, she is the antidote to desire. By -I would gladly go out of the world with this hand, I'd rather be a chairman in the dogthat satisfaction.-That would be some com-days-than act sir Rowland till this time tofort to me, if I could but live so long as to morrow. be revenged on that unnatural viper.

Lady W. Is he so unnatural, say you? truly Enter LADY WISHFORT, with a Letter. I would contribute much both to the saving Lady W. Call in the dancers;-sir Rowland, of your life, and the accomplishment of your we'll sit, if you please, and see the entertainment. revenge. Not that I respect myself; though [Dance.] Now with your permission, sir he has been a perfidious wretch to me. Rowland, I will peruse my letter-I would Wait. Perfidious to you! open it in your presence, because I would not Lady W. O sir Rowland, the hours that he make you uneasy. If it should make you uneasy has died away at my feet, the tears that he I would burn it-speak if it doesbut you has shed, the oaths that he has sworn, the may see, the superscription is like a woman's palpitations that he has felt, the trances and hand.

tremblings, the ardours and the ecstasies, the Foi. By heaven! Mrs. Marwood's. I know kneelings and the risings, the heart-heavings it. My heart aches-get it from her. [To him. and the hand-gripings, the pangs and the pa- Wait. A woman's hand? No, madam, that's thetic regards of his protesting eyes! Oh, no no woman's hand, I see that already. That's memory can register. somebody whose throat must be cut. Wait. What, my rival! is the rebel my Lady W. Nay, sir Rowland, since you give rival? a'dies. me a proof of your passion by your jealousy, Lady W. No, don't kill him at once, sir I promise you I'll make a return, by a frank Rowland; starve him gradually, inch by inch. communication-You shall see it-we'll open Wait. I'll do't. In three weeks he shall it together-look you here. [Reads] – Mabe barefoot; in a month out at knees with dam, though unknown to you. -Look you begging an alms-he shall starve upward and there, 'tis from nobody that I know.-I have upward, till he has nothing living but bis head, that honour for your character, that I think and then go out like a candle's end upon a myself obliged to let you know you are saveall. 1) abused. He who pretends to be sir RowLady W. Well, sir Rowland, you have the land is a cheat and a rascal — O heavens! way-you are no novice in the labyrinth of what's this? love-you have the clue-But as I am a per- Foi. Unfortunate, all's ruin'd] son, sír Rowland, you must not attribute my yielding to any sinister appetite, or indigestion of widowhood; nor impute my complacency to any lethargy of continence I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials. Wait. Far be it from me

Wait. How, how! let me see, let me see -reading, A rascal and disguised, and suborn'd for that imposture-Ö villany! O villany!-By the contrivance of

Lady W. I shall faint, I shall die, ho!
Foi. Say 'tis your nephew's hand.—Quickly,

Lady W. If you do, I protest I must re- his plot, swear it, swear it.
cede, or think that I have made a prostitution
of decorums; but in the vehemence of com-
passion, and to save the life of a person of so
much importance-

Wait. Here's a villain! madam; don't you perceive it, don't you see it?

Wait. I esteem it so

Lady W. Too well, too well. I have seen too much.

Wait. I told you at first I knew the hand

Lady W. Or else you wrong my condes--A woman's hand? The rascal writes a sort

cension.

Wait. I do not, I do not

Lady W. Indeed you do.

Wait. I do not, fair shrine of virtue.

Lady W. If you think the least scruple

carnality was an ingredient

1) Lichtknecht,

of a large hand; your Roman hand-I saw there was a throat to be cut presently. If he were my son, as he is my nephew, I'd pistol him.

of Foi. O treachery! But are you sure, sir Rowland, it is his writing?

Wait. Sure? Am I here? Do I live? Do I

love this pearl of India? I have twenty letters ger. Go, hang out an old frisoneer-gorget, in my pocket from him, in the same character. with a yard of yellow colberteen again; do; Lady W. How! an old gnaw'd mask, two rows of pins, and a Foi. O what luck it is, sir Rowland, that child's fiddle; a glass necklace, with the beads you were present at this juucture! this was broken, and a quilted nightcap with one ear. the business that brought Mr. Mirabell dis- Go, go, drive a trade.-These were your comguised to madam Millamant this afternoon. Imodities, you treacherous trull; this was the thought something was contriving, when he merchandize you dealt in, when I took you stole by me and would have hid his face. into my house, placed you next myself, and Lady W. How, how!-I heard the villain made you governante of my whole family. was in the house indeed; and now I remem-You have forgot this, have you, now you have ber, my niece went away abruptly, when sir feathered your nest? Wilfull was to have made his addresses.

Foi. No, no, dear madam. Do but bear Foi. Then, then, madam, Mr. Mirabell waited me, have but a moment's patience-I'll confess for her in her chamber; but I would not tell all. Mr. Mirabell seduced me; I am not the your ladyship, to discompose you when you first that he has wheedled with his dissemwere to receive sir Rowland.

Wait. Enough, his date is short.
Foi. No, good sir Rowland, don't incur the

law.

bling tongue; your ladyship's own wisdom has been deluded by him, then how should I, a poor ignorant, defend myself? O madam, ᎥᏝ you knew but what he promised me, and Wait. Law! I care not for law. I can but how he assured me your ladyship should come die, and 'tis in a good cause-My lady shall to no damage-or else the wealth of the Indies be satisfied of my truth and innocence, though should not have bribed me to conspire against it cost me my life. so good, so sweet, so kind a lady as you have been to me.

Lady W. No damage! What, to betray me, and marry me to a cast serving-man? No damage! O thou frontless impudence!

Lady W. No, dear sir Rowland, don't fight; if you should be killed I must never show my face; or hang'd-O consider my reputation, sir Rowland-No, you shan't fight-I'll go in and examine my niece; I'll make her confess. Foi. Pray do but hear me, madam! he could I conjure you, sir Rowland, by all your love, not marry your ladyship, madam-no, indeed, not to fight. his marriage was to have been void in law; Wait. I am charm'd, madam; I obey. But for he was married to me first, to secure your some proof you must let me give you; -I'll ladyship. Yes, indeed, I inquired of the law for a black box, which contains the writ-in that case before I would meddle or make.

go

ings of my whole estate, and deliver that into Lady W. What, then I have been your proyour hands. perty, have I? I have been convenient to you, Lady W. Ay, dear sir Rowland, that will it seems,-while you were catering for Mirabe some comfort; bring the black box. bell, I have been broker for you? This exceeds Wait. And may I presume to bring a con- all precedent; I am brought to fine uses, to tract to be sign'd this night? May I hope so become a botcher of secondhand marriages between Abigails and Andrews! I'll couple you. Lady W. Bring what you will; but come Yes, I'll baste you together, you and your alive, pray come alive. O this is a happy dis- Philander. I'll Duke's-place you, as I'm a

far?

person. Your turtle is in custody already: you shall coo in the same cage, if there be a constable or warrant in the parish. [Exit.

Foi. O that ever I was born! O that I was ever married!-a bride, ay, I shall be a Bridewell bride, oh!

Enter MRS. FAINALL.

Mrs. F. Poor Foible, what's the matter?

Foi. O madam, my lady's gone for a constable; I shall be had to a justice, and put to Bridewell to beat hemp; poor Waitwell's gone to prison already.

Lady W. Out of my house, out of my house, thou viper, thou serpent, that I have foster'd; Mrs. F. Have a good heart, Foible; Mirathou bosom traitress, that I raised from no-bell's gone to give security for him. This is thing-Begone, begone, begone, go, go-That all Marwood's and my husband's doing. I took from washing of old gause and wea- Foi. Yes, yes, I know it, madam; she was ving of dead hair, with a bleak blue nose, in my lady's closet, and overheard all that you over a chaffing-dish of starved embers, and said to me before dinner. She sent the letter dining behind a traverse-rag, in a shop no to my lady; and that missing effect, Mr. Fainbigger than a bird-cage,—go, go, starve again, all laid this plot to arrest Waitwell, when do, do. he pretended to go for the papers; and in the Foi. Dear madam, I'll beg pardon on my mean time Mrs. Marwood declared all to my lady.

knees.

Lady W. Away, out, out, go set up for Mrs. F. Was there no mention made of yourself again-do, drive a trade, do, with me in the letter? My mother does not susyour three-pennyworth of small ware, flaunt-pect my being in the confederacy; I fancy ing upon a pack-thread, under a brandyseller's Marwood has not told her, though she has bulk, or against a dead wall by a ballad-mon- told my husband.

Foi. Yes, madam; but my lady did not see retire by ourselves, and be shepherdesses. that part: we stifled the letter before she read so far. Has that mischievous devil told Mr. Fainall of your ladyship then?

Mrs. Mar. Let us first dispatch the affair in hand, madam. We shall have leisure to think of retirement afterwards. Here is one who is Mrs. F. Ay, all's out; my affair with Mi- concern'd in the treaty. rabell, every thing discovered. This is the last Lady W. O daughter, daughter, is it posday of our living together, that's my comfort. sible thou shouldst be my child, bone of my Foi. Indeed! madam; and so 'tis a comfort bone, and flesh of my flesh, and, as I may if you knew all-he has been even with your say, another me, and yet transgress the minute ladyship; which I could have told you long particle of severe virtue? Is it possible you enough since, but I love to keep peace and should lean aside to iniquity, who have been quietness by my good will: I had rather bring cast in the direct mould of virtue? friends together, than set them at distance. But Mrs. Marwood and he are nearer related than ever their parents thought for.

Mrs. F. Say'st thou so, Foible? Canst thou prove this?

Mrs. F. I don't understand your ladyship. Lady W. Not understand! why, have you not been naught? have you not been sophisticated?-not understand? here I am ruined to compound for your caprices; I must part with my plate and my jewels, and ruin my niece, and all little enough

Foi. I can take my oath of it, madam, so can Mrs. Mincing; we have had many a fair word from madam Marwood, to conceal some- Mrs. F. I am wrong'd and abused, and so thing that passed in our chamber one eve- are you. Tis a false accusation; as false as ning when we were at Hyde-park; and we your friend there, ay, or your friend's friend, were thought to have gone a walking: but we my false husband. went up unawares-though we were sworn to secrecy too; madam Marwood took a book husband my friend! what do you mean? and swore us both upon it: but it was but a Mrs. F. I know what I mean, madam, and book of poems. So long as it was not a Bible so do you; and so shall the world at a time oath, we may break it with a safe conscience. convenient. Mrs. F. This discovery is the most opportune thing I could wish-Now, Mincing!

Enter MINCING.

Mrs. Mar. My friend, Mrs. Fainall? your

Mrs. Mar. I am sorry to see you so passionate, madam. More temper would look more like innocence. But I have done. I am sorry my zeal to serve your ladyship and faMin. My lady would speak with Mrs. Foi-mily should admit of misconstruction, or make ble, mem. Mr. Mirabell is with her; he has me liable to affronts. You will pardon me, set your spouse at liberty, Mrs. Foible, and madam, if I meddle no more with an affair, would have you hide yourself in my lady's in which I am not personally concern'd. closet, till my old lady's anger is abated. O, Lady W. O dear friend, I am so ashamed my old lady is in a perilous passion, at some- that you should meet with such returns;—you thing Mr. Fainall has said; he swears, and ought to ask pardon on your knees, ungratemy old lady cries. There's a fearful hurricane, ful creature; she deserves more from you, I vow. He says, mem, how that he'll have than all your life can accomplish-O don't my lady's fortune made over to him, or he'll leave me destitute in this perplexity;—no, stick be divorced. to me, my good genius.

Mrs. F. Does your lady or Mirabell know that?

Mrs. F. I tell you, madam, you're abused -Stick to you? ay, like a leach, to suck your Min. Yes, mem, they have sent me to see best blood she'll drop of when she's full. if sir Wilfull be sober, and to bring him to Madam, you shan't pawn a bodkin, nor part them. My lady is resolved to have him, I with a brass counter, in composition for me. think, rather than lose such a vast sum as six I defy 'em all. Let 'em prove their aspersions: thousand pounds. O, come Mrs. Foible, I know my own innocence, and dare stand hear my old lady.

Mrs. F. Foible, you must tell Mincing, that she must prepare to vouch when I call her. Foi. Yes, yes, madam.

Min. O, yes, mem, I'll vouch any thing for your ladyship's service, be what it will. [Exeunt Foible and Mincing.

a trial.

[Exit.

Lady W. Why, if she should be innocent, if she should be wrong'd after all, ha? I don't know what to think-and I promise you, her education has been very unexceptionable-I may say it; for I chiefly made it my own care to initiate her very infancy in the rudiments of virtue, and to impress upon her tenEnter LADY WISHFORT and MRS. MARWOOD. der years a young odium and aversion to the Lady W. O my dear friend, how can I very sight of men-ay, friend, she would ha' enumerate the benefits that I have received shriek'd if she had but seen a man, till she from your goodness? To you I owe the timely was in her teens. As I'm a person 'tis true. discovery of the false vows of Mirabell; to-She was never suffer'd to play with a maleyou I owe the detection of the impostor sir child, though but in coats; nay, her very baRowland and now you are become an inter- bies were of the feminine gender.-O, she never cessor with my son-in-law, to save the honour look'd a man in the face, but her own father, of my house, and compound for the frailties or the chaplain; and him we made a shift to of my daughter. Well, friend, you are enough put upon her for a woman, by the help of to reconcile me to the bad world, or else his long garments and his sleek face; till she would retire to deserts and solitudes, and feed was going in her fifteen.

harmless sheep by groves and purling streams. Mrs. Mar. 'Twas much she should be deDear Marwood, let us leave the world, and ceived so long.