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if so be that I might not be troublesome, Issured man, consident of success. The pedantis would have sought a walk with you. arrogance of a very husband has not so pragMrs. Mill. A walk? what then?

matical an air. Ah! I'll never marr

arry, unless Sir W. Nay, nothing; only for the walk's I am first made sure of my will and pleasure. sake, that's all.

Mir. Would you have 'em both before Mrs. Mill. I nauseale walking; 'tis a country marriage? Or will you be contented with diversion; I loathe the country, and every only the first now, and stay for the other till thing that relates to it.

after grace? Sir W. Indeed! bah! look


ye, you Mrs. Mill. Ah, don't be impertinent. My do? nay, 'tis like you may: here are choice dear liberty, shall I leave thee? My faithful of pastímes here in town, as plays and the solitude, my darling contemplation, must I bid like, that must be confess'd indeed.

you then adien? Ay, adieu, my morning Mrs. Mill. Ah l'élourdi! I hate the town too. ihoughts, agreeable wakings, indolent slumbers, Sir W. Dear heart, that's much--bab! that ye douceurs, ye sommeils du matin, adieu ! you should hale 'em hoth! hah! 'tis like you I can't do't, 'tis more than impossible: posimay; there are some can't relish the town, tively, Mirabell, I'll lic a-bed in a morning and others can't away with the country, 'tis as long as I please. like you may be one of those, cousin.

Mir. Then I'll get up in a morning as early Hrs. Mill. Ha, ha, ha! Yes, 'tis like I may. as I please. You have nothing further to say to me? Mrs. Mill. Ah! idle creature, gel up when

Sir F. Not at present, cousin. 'Tis like, you will; and d'ye hear, I won't be called when I have an opportunity to be more pri- names after I'm inarried; positively I wou't vate, I may break my mind in some measure. be called 'names. I conjecture you parily guess; however, that's Mir. Names! as time shall try: but spare to speak and spare Mrs. Mill. Ay, as wise, spouse, my, dear, to speed, as they say.

joy, jewel, love, sweetheart, and the rest of Mrs. Mill. If it is of no great importance, that nauseous cant, in which men and their sir Wilfull, you will oblige me by leaving me. wives are so fulsomely familiar; I shall never I have just now a little business.

bear that. Good Mirabell, don't let us be Sir W. Enough, euough, cousin: yes, yes, familiar or fond, nor kiss before folks, like all at ease; when you're disposed. Now's as my lady Fadler and sir Francis: nor go in well as another time; and another time as public together the first Sunday in a well as now. All's one for that. Yes, yes, if chariot, to provoke eyes and whispers; and your concerns call you, there's no haste; it then never be seen there together again; as will keep cold, as they say-cousin, your if we were proud of one another the first serrant. "I think this door's lock'd.

week, and ashamed of one another ever after. Mrs. Mill. You may go this way, sir. Let us never visit together, nor go to a play Sir W. Your servant: then, with your leave, together, but let us be very strange and well I'll return to may company.

[Exit. bred: let us be as strange as if we had been Mrs. Mill. Ay, ay; ha, ha, ha!

married a great while; and as well bred as if Like Phoebus sung the no less am'rous boy. we were not married at all.

Mir. Have you any more conditions to offer? Enter MIRABELL.

hitherto your demands are pretty reasonable. Mir. Like Daphne she, as lovely and as coy.-- Mrs. Mill. Trilles, as liberly to pay and Do you lock yourself up from me,, !o make receive visits to and from whom I please; to my search more curious? Or is this pretty write and receive letters, without interrogaartifice contrived, to signify that here the tories or wry faces on your part; to wear chase must end, and my pursuit be crown’d, what I please; and choose conversation witt for you can fly no further?

regard only to my own taste; to bave ne Mrs. Mill. Vanily! no, r'll fly and be fol- obligation upon me converse with wit low'd to the last moment; though I am upon that I don't like, because they are your ac the very verge of matrimony, 'I expect you quaintance; or to be intimate with fools, be should solicit me as much as if I were wavering cause they may be your relations. Comet at the grate of a monastery, with one foot dinner when I please, dine in my dressingover the threshold. I'll be solicited to the very room when I'm out of humour, without giving last, nay, and afterwards.

To have my closet inviolate; to be Mir. What, after the last?

sole empress of my tea-table, which you must Mrs. Mill. O, I should think I was poor, never presume to approach without first asking and had nothing to bestow, if I were reduced leave. And lastly, wherever I am, you shall to an inglorious ease; and freed from the always knock at the door before you come in. agreeable fatigues of solicitation.

These articles subscribed, if I continue to Mir. But do not you know, that when endure you a little longer, I may by degrees lavours are conserr'd úpon instant and tedious dwindle into a wife. solicitation, that they diminish in their value, Mir. Your bill of fare is something advanced and that both the giver loses the grace, and in this latter account. Well, have I liberty the receiver lessens his pleasure?

to offer conditions, that when you are dwindled Mrs. Mill. It may be in things of common into a wife, I may not be beyond measure application; but never sure in love. O, I hate enlarged into a husband? a lover, that can dare to think he draws a Mill. You have free leave; propose your nomeni's air, independent on the bounty of utmost; speak, and spare not. bis mistress. There is not so impudent in Mir. I thank you. Imprimis then, I cothing in nature, as the saucy look of an as- venant that your acquaintance be general; that


a reason.

to consult you.

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, ihere'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 sop-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 relurn !o 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. Delestable inprimis! I go to the slip down the back-stairs, where Foible waits play in a mask!

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.


. together with all vizards for the day, I pro

Mrs. F. Yonder's sir Vilfull drunk! and so bibit all masks for the night, made of oil'd- noisy, that my mother has been forced to skins, and I know not whal- 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 Whal-d'ye-call-it not; but Petulant and he were upon quarcourl. 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, cic. Item, when you shall make a good husband, I am a lost thing; for be breeding

I find I love him violently. Mrs. Miil. Ah! name it not.

Mrs. F. So it seems; for you mind not Mir. I denounce against all straight-lacing, what's said to you. If you doubt him, you squeezing for a shape, till you mould my boy's had better take up with sir Wilfull

. bead like a sugarloaf, and instead of a mán- Mrs. Mill. How can you name that superadchild, make me father to a crooked-billet. nuated lubber? fol! Lastly, to the dominion of the tea-lable I submit; but with proviso, that you exceed not in

Enter WITWOULD from drinking. your province; but restrai yourself to native Mrs. F. So, is the fray made up, that you 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-lable talk-such as mending of fasbions, have laugh'd like ten christenings—I am tipsy spoiling reputations, railing at absent friends, with laughing-If I had staid any longer, 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 dispule? 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 ncither' of 'em speak for rage; and poppy-water, and all dormitires, ibose i 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 busband.

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 wbim 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. pand upon the contract? And here comes one Pet. Look you, Mrs. Millamant_if you can to be a witness to the sealing of the deed. love me, dear nymph-say it—and that's the

conclusion-pass on, or pass off, that's all. Enler MRS. FAINALL.

Wit. Thou hast utter'd volumes, folios, in Mrs. Mill. Fainall, what shall I do? shall I less than decimosexto, my dear Lacedebave him? I think I must have him.

monian. Sirah, Petulant, thou art an epitoMrs. F. Ay, ay, take him, take him; what mizer of words. should you do?

Pet. Witwould-you are an annihilator of Mrs. Mill

. Well then - I'll take my death sense. I'm in a horrid fright-Fainall

, I shall never Wit. Thou art a retailer of phrases; and say il-well-I think-I'll endure you. dost deal in remnants of remnants, like a mater

'Mrs. F. Fie, fie, have him, have him, and of pincushions-hou art in truth (metaphoritell him so in plain terms: for I am sure you cally speaking) a speaker of short-band. have a mind to him.

Pel. Thou art (without a figure) just one Mrs. Mill

. Are you? I think I have—and half of an ass, and Baldwin yonder, thy ballthe horrid man looks as if he thought so too brother, is the rest-a gemini of asses split

, -wel, you ridiculous ibing you, I'll have would make just four of you. Fou-I won't be kiss'd, nor I won't be thank'd Mrs. Mill. What was the quarrel?

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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 iopsy-turry had gone together by the ears like a pair of fellows; if I had a buniper I'd stand upon my castanets.

head and drink a health' to 'em.-A match or Pet. You were the quarrel.

no match, cousin with the bard name?--Aunt, Mrs. Mill. Me!

Wilfull will do't. Pet. If I have the humour to quarrel, I can Mrs. Mill. Your pardon, madam, I can slay make less malters conclude premises,-if you no longer-sir Wilfull grows very powerful. are not handsome, what then, if I have a hu- I shall be overcome if I stay. Come, cousin. mour to prove it?- if I shall hare my reward, [Ereunt Mrs. Millamant and Mrs. Fainall. say so; if not, fight for your face the next Lady W. He would poison a tallow-chandler time yourself-I'll go sleep.

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.


Sir W. Turks! no; no Turks, aunt; your Mrs. F. He's horridly drunk-how came you Turks are infidels, and beliere not in the grape. all in this pickle?

Your Mahometon, your Musselman is å dry Wit. A plot, a plot, to get rid of the knight, stinkard - No offence, aunt. My map says - Your husband's advice; but he sneak’d ofl. that your Turk is not so honest a

your Christian–I cannot find by the map that Enter Sir Wilfull, drunk, and LADY

your Musty is orihodox-whereby it is a plain WISHFORT.

case, that orthodox is a hard word, aunt, and Lady W. Out upon't, out upon't! at years (hiccup) Greek for claret.

[Sings. of discretion, and comport yourself at this

Tn drink is a Christian diversion, rantipole rate!

Unknown to the Turk or the Persian: Sir W. No offeore, aunt.

Let Mahometan fools Lady W. Offence? as I'm a person, I'm

Live by heathenish rules, ashamed of you-fogh! how you stink of wine! d'ye think my niece will ever endure such a

And be damnd over tea-cups and coffee,

But let British lads sing,
Borachio? you're an absolute Borachio.

Crown a health to the king,
Sir W. Borachio!
Lady W. At a time when you should

And a sig for your sultan and Sophi. mence an amour, and put your best foot fore- Enter Foible, and whispers LADY WISHFORT. most

Sir W. 'Sheart, an you grutge me your li- Eb, Tony! quor, make a bill-give me more drink, and Lady W. Sir Rowland impatient? good lack! take my purse.

[Sings. what shall I do with this beastly tumbrill?Pr’ythee fill me the glass

go lie down and sleep, you sot-or, as I'm a "Till it laugh in my face,

person, I'll have you bastinadoed with broomWith ale that is potent and mellow;

sticks. Call up the wenches with broomsticks. He that whines for a lass

Sir W. Abey? wenches, where are the

wenches? Is an ignorant ass,

Lady W. Dear cousin Witwould, get him For a bumper has not its fellow.

away, and you will bind me to you inviolably. But if you would have me marry my cousin, I have an affair of moment that invades me say the word, and I'll do'r-Wilfull will do't, with some precipitation—you will oblige me that's the word,-Wilfull will do'ı, that's my to all futurity. crest-my motto I have forgot.

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 W. In vino veritus, aunt: if I drunk Wit. Horrible! he has a breath like a bagyour health to day, cousin,-1 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 shali 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 -Ánd a fig for your sultan and Sophi. after a bumper, and that's a fault.

[Sings. [Exeunt Sir Wilfull, Witwould, and Foible,

Lady W. This will never do. It will never We'll drink, and we'll never ba' done, boys. make a match—at least before he has been

Put the glass then around with the sun, boys. abroad.
Let Apollo's example invite us;
For he's drunk ev'ry ght,

Enter WAITWELL, disguised as for Sir And that makes him so bright,

ROWLAND. That he's able next morning to light us. Dear sir Rowland, I am confounded with


prove this?

Foi. Yes, madam; but my lady did not see retire by ourselves, and be shepherdesses. that part: we stilled the letier before she read Mrs. Mar. Let us first dispatch the affair in so far. Has that mischievous devil told Mr. hand, madam. We shall have leisure to think Fainall of your ladyship then ?

of relirement 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 iny child, bone of my

Toi. Indeed! madam; and so 'lis a comfort bone, and flesh of my flesh, and, as I may if you.

knew all-be has been even with your say, another me, and yet transgress the minute ladyship; which I could have told you long particle of severe virlue? Is it possible you enough since, but I love to keep peace and should lean aside to iniquily, who bave been quietness by my good will: I had rather bring cast in the direct mould of virtue? friends together, than set them at distance. Mrs. F. I don't understand your ladyship. But Mrs. Marwood and he are nearer related Lady W. Not understand! wby, bave you than ever their parents thought for. not been naught? have you not been sophisMrs. F. Say'st thou so, Foible? Canst thou Licated ?--not undersfand ? here I am ruined

to compound for your caprices; I must part Foi. I can take my oath of it, madam, so with my plate and my jewels, and ruin my can Mrs. Mincing; we have had many a fair niece, and all little enoughword 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 Mrs. Mar. My friend, Mrs. Fainall? your 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 pocms. 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 oppor

Mrs. Mar. I am sorry to see you so pastune thing I could wish-Now, Mincing! siopate, madam.

More temper would look

more like innocence. But I have done. I am Enter MINCING.

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 libcrty, Mrs. Foible, and madam, if I meddle no more with an aflair, would have you bide yourself in my lady's in which I am not personally concern'd. closet, till my old lady's anger is abaied. 0, 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 returos;-you thing Mr. Fainall has said; be


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 ccomplish - ( don't my lady's forlúne made over to bim, or he'll leave me destitute in this perplexity ;-10, stick be divorced.

lo me, my good genius. Mrs. F. Does your lady or Mirabell know Mrs. F I tell you, madam, you're abused that?

-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, vor part them. My lady is resolved to have bim, with a brass counter, in composition for me. think, rather than lose such a vast sam as six ! defy 'em all. 'em prove iheir aspersions: ibousand pounds. (), come Mrs. Foible, I I know my own innocence, and dare stand hear my old lady:

TE.rit. Mrs. F. Foible, you must tell Mincing, that Lady W. Why, if she should be innocent, she must prepare io vouch when I call her. if she should be wrong'd after all, ba? I don't Foi. Yes, yes, madam.

know what to think-and I promise you, her Min. O, yes, mein, I'll vouch any thing for education has been very unexceptionable-I your ladyship's service, be what it will. may say, it; for I chiefly made it my own [Exeunt Foible and Mincing. care to initiate her very infancy in the rudi

ments of virtue, and to impress upon her tenEnter LADY WISHport 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' enumerale the benefils that I have received sbriek'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 rows of Mirabell; 10 --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.-0, 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.


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Lady W. I warrant you, or she would never Mrs. Mar. That conditivi, I dore arge! bave borne to have been catechized by him; my lady will consent to, without dificuliy, and have heard his long lectures against sing- she has already but too much experienced the ing and dancing, and such debaucheries; and perfidiousness of men. Besides, madam, when going to filthy plays, and profane music-meet-we retire to our pastoral solitude, we shall ings. (, she would have swoond at the sight bid adieu to all other thoughts. or name of an obscene play-book-and can Lady W. Ay, that's true. think, after all this, that my daughter can be Fa.". Next, my wife shall settle on mc the naught? What, a whore? and thought it ex- remainder of her fortune, not made over alcommunication lo set her foot within the door ready; and for her maintenance depend enof a playhouse. O dear friend, I can't believe tirely on my discretion. it. No, no; as she says, let him prove it, let Lady W. This is most inhumanly, sapage; him prove it.

exceeding the barbarity of

a Muscovite husband. Mrs. Mar. Prove it, madam? what, and Fain. I learn'd it from bis czarish majesty's have your name prostituted in a public court; retinue, in a winter erening'. yours and your daughter's reputation worried brandy' and pepper, amongst ottoman scorriss at the bar by a pack of bawling lawyers ; 10 matrimony and policy, as

་ ་ ༩ ས བ be ushered in with an 0-yes 1) of scandal; practised in the northern hemisphere. But this and have your case opened by an old fumbler must be agreed unto, and that positively. Lastly, in a coif like a man-midwife, to bring your I will be endow'd, in right of my wise, with daughter's infamy to light; to be a theme for that six thousand pounds, which is the moiety legal punsters, and quibblers by the statute; of Mrs. Millamant's fortune in your possesand become a jest, against a rule of court, sion, and which she has forfeited (as will apwhere there is no precedent for a jest in any pear by the last will and testament of your record; not even in Doomsday-book; to dis- deceased husband, sir Jonathan Wishfort), by compose the gravity of the bench, and provoke her disobedience in contracting herself against naughty interrogatories in more naughty law your consent or knowledge; and by refusing Latin.

the offer'd match with sir Wilfull Witwould, Lady W. 0, tis very hard !

which you, like a careful aunt, had provided Mrs. Mar. And then to have my young re- for her. vellers of the Temple take notes, like 'pren- Lady W. My nephew was non compos, tices at a conventicle; and after talk it over and could not make his addresses. again in commons, or before drawers in an Fain. I come to make deinands-I'll hear eating-house.

no objections. Lady W. Worse and worse.

Lady W. You will grant me time to Mrs. Mar. Nay, this is nothing; if it would sider? end bere 'were well. But it must after this Fain. Yes, while the instrument is drawing, be consign'd by the short-hand writers to the to which you must set your hand till more public press; and from thence be transferr'd sufficient deeds can be perfected, which I will to the hands, nay, into the throats and lungs take care shall be done with all possible speed. of hawkers, with voices more licentious than in the mean while I will go for the said inthe loud sounder-man's: 2) and this you must strument, and till my return you may balance hear till you are stunn'd; 'nay, you must hear this matter in your own discretion. [Erit. nothing else for some days.

Lady W. This insolence is beyond all preLady W. O, 'tis insupportable! No, no, dear cedent, all parallel; must I be subject to this friend, make it up, make it up; ay, ay, I'll merciless villain? compound. I'll give up all, myself and my Mrs. Mar. 'Tis severe indeed, madam, that all, my niece and her all-any thing, every you should smart for your daughter's failings. thing, for composition.

Lady W. 'Twas against my consent that Mrs. Mar. Nay, madam, I advise nothing; she married this barbarian; but she would have I only lay before you, as a friend, the incon- him, though her year was not out— Ah! her veniences which perhaps you have overseen. first husband, my son Languish, would not llere comes Mr. Fainall; if he will be satis- have carried it thus. Well, that was my fied to huddle up all in silence, I shall be glad. choice, this is hers; she is match'd now with You must think I would rather congratulate a witness-I shall be mad, dear friend; is there than condole with you.

no comfort for me? Must I live to be confis

caled at this rebel-rate ?-Here come two more Enter FAINALL.

of my Egyptian plagues too. Lady W. Ay, ay, I do not doubt it, dear Marwood: no, no, I do not doubt it.

Enter Mrs. MILLAMANT and Sir Wilfull. Fain. Well, madam; I have suffer'd myself Sir W. Aunt, your servant. to be overcome by the importunity of this lady Lady W. Out, caterpillar! call not me aunt; your friend; and am content you shall enjoy I know thee not. your own proper estate during life; on Sir W. I confess I have been a little in disdition you oblige yourself never to marry, guise, as they say,— 'Sheart! and I'm sorry under such penalty as I think convenient. fort.' What would you have? I hope I comLady W. Never to marry!

mitted no offence, aunt-and if I did I am wilFain. No more sir Rowlands—the next im- ling to make satisfaction; and what can a man posture may not be so timely detected. say fairer? If I have broke any thing I'll pay

sor't, an it cost a pound. And so let that 1) Oyez (Hear ye) from Ouïr.

content for what's past, and make no 2) One of the melodious cries of London, understood only by the happy few.

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