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Lord Town. Preserve but this desire to please, After some time, LORD and LADY TownLY, your power is endless.
with Lady GRACE, enter to them, unmasked. Lady Town. Oh Still this moment never did I know, my lord, I had a heart to give you. Lord Town. So here's a great deal of com
Lord Town. By Heaven ! this yielding hand, pany. when first it gave you to my wishes, presented Lady Town. A great many people, my lord, not a treasure more desirable! Oh, Manly! sis- but no company- -as you'll find -for ter! as you have often shared in my disquiet, here's one now that seems to have a mind to enpartake now of my felicity! my new-born joy! tertain us. see, here, the bride of my desires! This may be [A Mask, after some affected gesture, makes called my wedding-day.
up to Lady Townly. Lady Grace. Sister, (for now, methinks, that Mask. Well, dear lady Townly, sha'n't we see name is dearer to my heart than ever) let me con- you by-and-by? gratulate the happiness that opens to you. Lady Town. I don't know you, madam.
Man. Long, long, and mutual, may it flow- Mask. Don't you seriously?
[In a squeaking tone. my dear, join here with me to give a hand, that Lady Town. Not I, indeed. amply will repay the obligation.
Mask. Well, that's charming; but can't you Lady Town. Sister, a day like this
guess? Lady Grace. Admits of no excuse against the Lady Town. Yes, I could guess wrong, I begeneral joy
[Gives her hand to Manly. lieve. Man. A joy like mine-despairs of words Mask. That's what I'd have you do. to speak it.
Lady Town. But, madam, if I don't know you Lord Town. Oh, Manly, how the name of at all, is not that as well? friend endears the brother! [Embracing him. Mask. Ay, but you do know me.
Man. Your words, my lord, will warm me to Lady Town. Dear sister, take her off my deserve them.
hands; there's no bearing this. [ Apart.
Lady Grace. I fancy I know you, madam. Enter a Servant.
Mask. I fancy you don't ; what makes you
think you do? Ser. My lord, the apartments are full of mas- Lady Grace. Because I have heard you talk. queraders And some people of quality there Mask. Ay, but you don't know my voice, I'm desire to see your lordship and my lady.
sure. Lady Town. I thought, my lord, your orders Lady Grace. There is something in your wit had forbid their revelling?
and humour, madam, so very much your own, it Lord Town. No, my dear, Manly has desired is impossible you can be any body but my lady their admittance to-night, it seems, upon a parti- Trifle. cular occasion-Say we will wait upon them in- Mask. [Unmasking.] Dear lady Grace! thou stantly.
[Exit Servant. art a charming creature. Lady Town. I shall be but ill company to Lady Grace. Is there nobody else we know them.
here? Lord Town. No matter : not to see them, Mask. Oh dear, yes! I have found out fifty would on a sudden be too particular. Lady already. Grace will assist you to entertain them.
Lady Grace. Pray who are they? Lady Town. With her, my lord, I shall be al- Mask. Oh, charming company! there's lady ways easy-- -Sister, to your unerring virtue I Ramble-lady Riot - lady Kill-care-lady now commit the guidance of my future days Squander-lady Strip--lady Pawn--and
the dutchess of Single Guinea.
Lady Town. My lord, it will always give me
[Apart. [Éreunt. Lady Grace. But you have given us no ac
count of the men, madam. Are they good for SCENE III.- Opening to another apartment, any thing?
discovers a great number of people in masque- Mask. Oh, yes, you must know, I always
pleasure, about town, there's
lord-Bite Lord Town. Oh, by all means : we'll wait up lord Archwag-Young Brazen-wit-lord Tim-on you. berdown---lord Joint-life-and-lord Mort
[The scene shuts upon the masks to e gage. Then for your pretty fellows only--there's
smaller apartment. sir Powder Peacock- -lord Lapwing Billy
Manly re-enters with Sre FRANCIS WRONGMagpic-Beau Frightful-sir Paul Plaistercrown, and the marquis of Monkey-man.
Lady Grace. Right! and these are the fine Sir Fran. Well, cousin, you have made my gentlemen that never want elbow-room at an as- very hair stond on end! Waunds ! if what you sembly.
tell me be true, I'll stuff my whole fainily into a Mask. The rest, I suppose, by their tawdry stage-coach, and trundle them into the country hired habits, are tradesmen's wives, inns-of-court again on Monday morning. beaux, Jews, and kept mistresses.
Man. Stick to that, sir, and we may yet find a Lord Town. An admirable collection ! way to redeem all. In the mean time, place
Lady Grace. Well, of all our public diver- yourself behind this screen, and, for the truth of sions, I am amazed how this, that is so very ex- what I have told you, take the evidence of your pensive, and has so little to shew for it, can draw own senses: but be sure you keep close till I so much company together!
give you the signal. Lord Town. Oh, if it were not expensive, the Sir Fran. Sir, I'll warrant you—Ah, my lady! better sort would not come into it: and because my lady Wronghead! What a bitter business money can purchase a ticket, the common people have you drawn me into ! scorn to be kept out of it.
Man. Hush! to your post; here comes one Mask. Right, my lord. Poor lady Grace! I couple already. suppose you are under the same astonishment,
[Sir Francis retires behind the screen. that an opera should draw so much good com
Erit MANLY. pany.
Enter MYRTILLA with SQUIRE RICHARD. Lady Grace. Not at all, madam : 'tis an easier matter, sure, to gratify the ear, than the Squire Rich. What, is this the doctor's chamunderstanding. But have you no notion, madam, ber? of receiving pleasure and profit at the same Myr. Yes, yes; speak softly. time?
Squire Rich. Well, but where is he? Mask. Oh, quite none ! unless it be some- Myr. He'll be ready for us presently; but he times winning a great stake; laying down a vole, says, he can't do us the good turn without wit. suns prendre, may come up to the profitable nesses: so, when the count and your sister come, pleasure you were speaking of.
you know he and you may be fathers for one Lord Town. You seem attentive, my dear? another.
[ Apart. Squire Rich. Well, well; tit for tat! ay, ay, Lady Town. I am, my lord; and amazed at that will be friendly. my own follies, so strongly painted in another Myr. And see, here they come.
(Apart. Lady Grace. But see, my lord, we had best
Enter Count Basset, and Miss JENNY. adjourn our debate, I believe; for here are some Count Bas. So, so, here's your brother and his masks that seem to have a mind to divert other bride, before us, my dear. people as well as themselves.
Jenny. Well, I vow, my heart's at my mouth Lord Town. The least we can do, is to give still! I thought I should never have got rid of them a clear stage then.
mamma; but while she stood gaping upon the [A dance of masks here in various characters. dance, I gave her the slip? Lawd, do but feel This was a favour extraordinary.
how it beats here!
Count Bas. Oh, the pretty flutterer! I protest, Enter MANLY.
my dear, you have put mine into the same palpi
tation ! Oh, Manly, I thought we had lost
Jenny. Ay, say you so?- but let's see nowMan. I ask pardon, my lord ; but I have Oh, lud! I vow it thumps purely-well, well
, I been obliged to look a little after my country see it will do; and so, where's the parson? family.
Count Bus. Mrs Myrtilla, will you be so good Lord Town. Well, pray, what have you done as to see if the doctor's ready for us? with them?
Myr. He only staid for you, sir : I'll fetch him Man. They are all in the house here, among immediately.
[Erit Mre. the masks, my lord; if your lordship has curiosi- Jenny. Pray, sir, am not I to take place of ty enough to step into a lower apartment, in mamma, when I'm a countess? three minutes I'll give you an ample account of Count Bas. No doubt on't, my dear. them.
Jenny. Oh, lud! how her back will be up ther,
when she meets me at an assembly; or you and
Enter MYRTILLA, with a Constable. I in our coach and six at Hyde Park together!
Count Bas. Ay, or when she hears the box- Con. Well, madam, pray which is the party keepers at an opera, call out—The countess of that wants a spice of my office here? Basset's servants !
Myr. That's the gentleman.
[Pointing to the Count. And then, mayhap, to have a fine gentleman, Count Bas. Hey-day! what, in masquerade, with a star and a what-d'ye-call-um ribbon, lead doctor? me to my chair, with his hat under his arm all Con. Doctor! Sir, I believe you have mistathe way! Hold up, says the chairman; and so, ken your man: but, if you are called count Bassays I, my lord, your humble servant. I suppose, set, I have a billet-doux in my hand for you, that madam, says he, we shall see you at my lady will set you right presently, Quadrille's? Ay, ay, to be sure, my lord, says I– Count Bas. What the devil's the meaning of So in swops me, with my hoop stuffed up to my all this? forehead; and away they trot, swing ! swang ! Cor. Only my lord chief justice's warrant with my tassels dangling, and my flambeaux bla- against you for forgery, sir. zing, and -Oh, it's a charming thing to be a Count Bas. Blood and thunder! woman of quality!
Con. And so, sir, if you please to pull off your Count Bas. Well! I see that, plainly, my dear, fool's frock there, I'll wait upon you to the next: there's ne'er a duchess of them all will become justice of peace immediately. an equipage like you.
Jenny. Oh, dear me, what's the matter? Jenny. Well, well, do you find equipage, and
[Trembling. I'll find airs, I warrant you.
Count Bas. Oh, nothing, only a masquerading frolic, my dear.
Squire Rich. Oh, ho! is that all ?
Sir Fran. No, sirrah! that is not all!
[Sir Francis, coming softly behind the What though they call me country lass,
squire, knocks him down with his cane.
Squire Rich. Oh, lawd! Oh, lawd! he has
beaten my brains out. At park, at play, at ring, and bull,
Man. Hold, hold, sir Francis ! have a little I'd brave the proudest of them all,
mercy upon my poor godson, pray, sir. With a stand by-clear the way!
Sir Fran. Wounds, cousin, I han't patience.
Count Bas. Manly! nay, then, I'm blown to Surrounded by a crowd of beaur,
Enter LADY WRONGHEAD.
Lady Wrong. What's the matter here, gentle-
men? For Heaven's sake! What, are you murAnd then, oh, how I'd tyrannize,
dering my children? With a stand by-clear the way!
Con. No, no, madam ! no murder! only a little
suspicion of felony, that's all. Oh, then for every nero delight,
Sir Fran. [To Jenny.) And for you, Mrs llotFor equipage and diamonds bright,
upon't, I could find in my heart to make you wear Quadrille, and plays, and balls all night ; that habit as long as you live, you jade you. Do Oh, could I see the day!
you know, bussy, that you were within two miOf love and joy I'd take my fill,
nutes of marrying a pickpocket? The tedious hours of life to kill,
Count Bas. So, so, all's out I find. [Aside. In every thing I'd have my will
Jenny. Oh, the mercy! why, pray, papa, is not With a stand by-clear the way!
the count a man of quality, then?
Sir Fran. Oh, yes, one of the unhanged ones, Squire Rich. Troth! I think this masquera- it seems. ding's the merriest game that ever I saw in my Lady Wrong. [Aside.] Married! Oh, the conlife! Thof' in my mind, an therc were but a fident thing! There was his urgent business, little wrestling, or cudgel-playing naw, it would then-slighted for her! I han't patience !--and, help it hugely. But what a-rope makes the par- for aught I know, I have been all this while ma. son stay so?
king a friendship with a highwayman. Count Bas. Oh, here he comes, I believe. Man. Mr Constable, secure there.
Sir Fran. Ah, my lady! my lady! this comes Count Bas. I, sir ! of your journey to London : but now I'll have a Man. I know you have therefore, you can't frolic of my own, madam; therefore pack up blame her, if, in the fact you are charged with, your trumpery this very night; for, the moment she is a principal witness against you. Howemy horses are able to crawl, you and your brats ver, you have one, and only one chance to get shall make a journey into the country again.
off with. Marry her this instant--and you take Lady Wrong. Indeed, you are mistaken, sir off her evidence. Francis I shall not stir out of town, yet, I pro
Count Bas. Dear sir !
Man. No words, sir; a wife, or a mittimus. Sir Fran. Not stir? Waunds, madam
Count Bas. Lord, sir! this is the most unmerMan. Hold, sir ! If you'll give me leave a lit- ciful mercy! tle-I fancy I shall prevail with my lady to Man. A private penance, or a public onethink better on't.
Constable. Sir Fran. Ah, cousin, you are a friend, in- Count Bas. Hold, sir; since you are pleased to deed!
give me my choice, I will not make so ill a Man. (Apart to my lady.] Look you, madam, compliment to the lady, as not to give her the as to the favour you designed me, in sending this preference. spurious letter inclosed to my lady Grace, all the Man. It must be done this minute, sir: the revenge I have taken, is to have saved your son chaplain you expected is still within call. and daughter from ruin. Now, if you will take Count Bas. Well, sir,- -since it must be them fairly and quietly into the country again, Iso
-I am not the first of will save your ladyship from ruin.
the fraternity, that has run his head into one Lady Wrong. What do you mean, sir? noose, to keep it out of another. Man. Why, sir Francis shall never know Myr. Come, sir, don't repine : marriage is, at what is in this letter; look upon it. How it worst, but playing upon the square. came into my hands, you shall know at leisure. Count Bas. Ay, but the worst of the match,
Lady Wrong. Ha !-my billet-doux to the too, is the devil. count! and an appointment in it! I shall sink Man. Wel', sir, to let you see it is not so bad with confusion !
as you think it, as a reward for her honesty, in Man. What shall I say to sir Francis, ma- detecting your practices, instead of the forged dam?
bill you would have put upon her, there's a real Lady Wrong. Dear sir, I am in such a trem- one of five hundred pounds to begin a new honey bling ! preserve my honour, and I am all obe moon with.
(Gives it to MYRTILLA. dience.
(Apart to Manly. Count Bas. Sir, this is so generous an actMan. Sir Francis- –my lady is ready to re- Man. No compliments, dear sir-I am not at ceive
your commands for her journey, whenever leisure now to receive them. Mr Constable, will you please to appoint it.
you be so good as to wait upon this gentleman Sir Pran. Ah, cousin, I doubt I am obliged into the next room, and give this lady in marto you for it.
riage to him? Man. Come, come, sir Francis; take it as you Con. Sir, I'll do it faithfully. find it. Obedience in a wife is a good thing, Count Bas. Well, five hundred will serve to though it were never so wonderful ! And now, make a handsome push with, however, sir, we have nothing to do but to dispose of this [Exeunt Count Basset, MYRTILLA, and gentleman.
Constable. Count Bas. Mr Manly! sir ! I hope you won't Sir Fran. And that I may be sure my family's ruin me!
rid of him for ever-come, my lady, let's even Man. Did you forge this note for five hun- take our children along with us, and be all witdred pounds, sir?
nesses of the ceremony. Count Bas. Sir-I see you know the world, [Exeunt Sir Francis, LADY WRONGHEAD, and, therefore, I shall not pretend to prevaricate
Miss and SQUIRE.] -But it has hurt nobody yet, sir; I beg you will Man. Now, my lord, you may enter. not stigmatise me; since you have spoiled my fortune in one family, I hope you won't be so
Enter Lord and Lady TownLY, and LADY
GRACE. cruel to a young fellow, as to put it out of my power, sir, to make it in another, sir.
Lord Town. So, sir, I give you joy of Man. Look you, sir, I have not much time to gociation. waste with you: but, if you expect mercy your
Man. You overheard it all, I presume? self, you must shew it to one you have been cru- Lady Grace. From first to last, sir.
Lord Town. Never were knaves and fools betCount Bas. Cruel, sir !
ter disposed of. Man. Have you not ruined this young wo- Man. A sort of poetical justice, my lord, not man?
much above the judgment of a modern comedy,
Sir Bash. Oh! no, no; hey! (Looking highly figure there. I could shew her in any company pleased.] you make me laugh. You don't love in England: I wish she could say the same of her, do you?
Love. Passionately, tenderly; with all the ar- Love. Why, truly, I wish she could. dour of affection.
Sir Bash. But that's out of the question.
Enter Sir Brilliant.
you have. Lovemore, I did not expect to see
Love. Nor did I expect you, Sir Brilliant. Sir Bash. Perfectly right.
[Aside. Love. To be sure.
Sir Bash. Confusion !—This unseasonable viesteem her good qualities, and admire her
sir : I know nothing of her. Sir Bush. That is what I have always been a- Sir Bril. Nay, never talk slightingly of a lady, fraid of.
possesses so many elegant accomplishments.
Aside.] "Hey, Lovemore!
| Looks at him, and laughs. quarrelled with my lady ten times a-day, on pur- Love. To Sir BASHFUL.] Vastly well. pose to cloak the affair, and prevent all suspi- Sir Bril. Is her ladyship, visible this morning ? cion.
Sir Bash. Whether she is visible, or not, is no Love. Admirable! I commend your prudence. business of mine ; but I know she is unintelliBesides,—my lady Constant, you know, has some gible this morning, and incomprehensible this youthful vigour about her; a graceful person, and morning. She has the vapours; but your conan eye that inflames desire; and desire at your versation, I suppose, will brighten her up for the time of life, you know
rest of the day. Sir Bash. Po! it is not for that; that is no- Sir Bril. Why, as it happens, I have the thing. I wear admirably well, Mr Lovemore. rarest piece of news to coinmunicate to her! Love. Do you?
Lovemore, you know sir Amorous la Fool? Sir Bash. As young as ever : but I don't let Love. He that was sheriff the other day? her know it.
Came up with an address, and got himself Love. Well! if you are discreet in that point, knighted ? you are a very Machiavel!
Sir Bril. The same. He declared he would Sir Bash. Yes, yes ; I fight cunning. (Laughs. live with his friends upon the same familiar foot
Love. Let nothing betray you. Be upon your ing as before, and his new dignities should make guard : that is my own plan exactly. You want no alteration. no advice from me.
Sir Bash. I have seen the knight. What of Sir Bash. Pardon me: you can assist me.
him? My dear brother sufferer, give me your hand.
Sir Bril. Poor devil! he is in such a scrape! We can, in a sly way, be of great use to each Sir Bash. What's the matter? Bubbled at other.
play, I suppose? Love. As how?
Sir Bril. Worse, much worse. Sir Bash. I'll tell you. There are some things Love. He has been blackballed at one of the which, you know, our wives expect to be done. clubs?
Love. So there are.- -[Aside.) What the de- Sir Bash. Or run through the body in a duel? vil is he at now?
Sir Bril. Why, that's a scrape indeed : but it
Sir Bash. Thus it is: my wife, you know, Sir Bril. So unfortunate a discovery; he is, keeps a power of company, and makes a great rallen in love-I cannot help laughing at hiin. VOL. II.