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Mrs. Mar. It shall be all discover'd. You wear it a moment. This way, this way, be too shall be discover'd; be sure you shall. I can persuaded.

[Exeunt. but be exposed; if I do it myself, I shall prevent your baseness.

Enter MIRABELL and MRS. FAINALL. Fain. Why, what will you do?

Mrs. F. They are here yet. Mrs. Mar. Disclose it to your wife; own Mir. They are turning into the other walk. what has past between us.

Mrs. F. While I only hated my husband,' I Fain. Frenzy!

could bear to see him ; but since I have des. Mrs. Mar. By all my wrongs I'll do't. I'll pised him, he's too offensive. publish to the world the injuries you have Mir. O'you should hate with prudence. donc me, both in my fame and fortune: with Mrs. F. Yes, for I have loved with indisboth I trusted you, you bankrupt in honour, cretion. as indigent of wealth:

Mir. You should have just so much disgust Fain. Your fame I have preserved. Your for your husband, may

be sufficient to fortune bas been bestow'd as the prodigality make you relish your lover. of your love would have it, in pleasures which Mrs. F. You have been the cause that I have we both have shared. Yet, bad not you been loved without bounds; and would you set false, I had ere this rapaid it...'Tis true, had limits, to that aversion, of which you have you permitted Mirabell with Millamant to have been the occasion ? Why did you make me stolen their marriage, my lady had been in- marry this man? censed beyond all means of reconcilement: Mir. Why do we daily commit disagreeMillamant bad forfeited the moiety of her for-able and dangerous actions? To save that idol tune, which then would have descended to my reputation. If the familiarities of our loves wife. And wherefore did I marry, but to bad produced that consequence, of which you make lawful prize of a rich widow's wealth, were apprehensive, where could you have lised and squander it on love and you.

a father's name with credit, but on a husband? Mrs. Mar. Deceit and frivolous prelence. I knew Fainall to be a man lavish of his mor

Fain. Death, am I not married? what's pre- als, an interested and professing friend, a tence? Am I not imprison'd, fetter'd ? have I false and a designing, lover; yet one whose not a wife? nay, a wife that was a widow, a wit and outward fair behaviour hare gain'd a Foung widow, a handsome widow; and would reputation with the town, enough to make Le again a widow, but that I have a heart of that woman stand excused, who has suffered prool, and something of a constitution to bustle herself to be won by his addresses. A betier through the ways of wedlock and this world. man ought not to have been sacrificed to the Will you be reconciled to truth and me? occasion; a worse had not answer'd to the

Mrs. Mar. Impossible. Truth and you are purpose. When you are weary of bim, you inconsistent. I hate you, and shall for ever. know your remedy. Fain. For loving you ?

Mrs. F. I ought to stand in some degree of Mrs. Mar. I loaibe the name of love after credit with you,

Mirabell. such usaçe: and next to the guilt with which Mir. In justice to you, I have made you you would asperse me, I scorn you most. privy to my whole design, and put it in your Farewell.

power to ruin, or advance my fortune. Fain. Nay, we must not part thus.

Mrs. F. Whom have you instructed to reMrs. Mar. Let nie go.

present your pretended uncle ? Fain. Come, I'm sorry.

Mir. Wait well, my servant, Mrs. Mar. I care not.-Let me go.—Break my

Mrs. F. He is an humble servant to Foible, bands, do-I'd leave 'em to get loose. my mother's woman, and may win her to Fain. I would not hurt you for the world. your

interest. Hare I no other hold to keep you here? Mir. Care is taken for that she is won and

Mrs. Mar. Well, I have deserved it all. worn by this time. They were närried this Fain. You know I love you.

morning. Mrs. Mar. Poor dissembling! Othat-Well, Mrs. F. Who? it is not yet

Mir. Wait well and Foible. I would not Fain. What? what is it not? what is not tempt my servant to betray me by trusting get' is it not yet too late ?

him too far. If your mother, in hopes to ruin Mrs. Mar. Ho, it is not yet too late, I have me, should consent to marry my pretended that comfort.

uncle, he might like Mosca in the Fox, stand Fain. It is, to love another.

upon terms; so I made him sure before-hand. Mrs. Mar. But not to loathe, delest, abbor Mrs. F. So, if my poor mother is caught maskind, myself, and the whole treacherous in a contract, you will discover the imposture world.

betimes; and release her, by producing a cerFain. Nay, this is extravagance -- Come, 1 tificate of her gallant's former marriage. ask your pardon-No tears-Y was lo blame Mir. Yes, upon condition that she consent -I could not love you and be easy, in my to my marriage with her niece, and surrender doubts-Pray forbear-I believe you; I'm con- the moiety of her fortune in her possession. vinced I've done you wrong; and any way, Mrs. F She talked last night of endeavourtery way will make amends; I'll hale mying at a match between Millamant and your wife yet more; damn her, I'll part with her, uncle. ob ber of all she's worib, and we'll retire Mir. That was by Foible's direction, and somewbere, any where, to another world. I'll my instruction, that she might seem to carry marry thee-Be pacified --'Sdeath! they come, it more privately. de your face, your tears—You have a mask,1 Mrs. F. Well, I have an opinion of your success; for I believe my lady will do any you pin up your hair with all your letlers ? thing to get a husband; and when she has i find I must keep copies. this, which you have provided for her, I sup- Mrs. Mill. Only with those in verse, Mr. pose she will submit to any thing to get rid Wilwould. I never pin up my bair with of him.

prose. I think, I tried once, Miacing: Mir. Yes, I think the good lady would marry Min. O mem, I shall never forget it. any thing that resembled a man, though 'twere Mrs. Mill. Ay, poor Mincing list and tift) no more than what a butler could pinch out all the morning. of a napkin.

Min. Till I had the cramp in my fingers, Mrs. F. Female frailty! we must all come I'll vow, mem, and all to no purpose. But to it, if we live to be old, and feel the cra- when your la’ship pins it up with poetry, it ving of a false appetile when the true is decay’d. sits so pleasant the next day as any ibing, and

Mir. An old woman's appetite is depraved is so pure and so crips. 2) like that of a girl — 'tis the green-sickness of

Wit. Indeed, so crips? a second childhood; and like the faint offer Min. You're such a critic, Mr. Witwould. of a latter spring, serves but to usher in the Mrs. Mill. Mirabell, did you take exceptions fall, and withers in an affected bloom. last night? O ay, and went away - Now I Mrs. F. Here's your mistress.

think on't I'm angry-No, now I think on't

I'm pleased-For I believe I gave you some pain. Enter Mrs. MILLAMANT, WITwould, and Mir. Does that please you? MINCING.

Mrs. Mill. Infinitely; I love to give pain. Mir. Here she comes, i'faith, full sail, with Mir. You would affect a cruelly which is her fan spread and streamers out, and a sboal pot in your nature; your true vanity is in of fools for tenders—ha, no; I cry her mercy. the power of pleasing.

Mrs. F. I see but one poor empty sculler; Mrs. Mill. O, I ask your pardon for that, and he tows her woman after bim.

One's cruelty is one's power, and when one Mir. You seem to be unattended, madam. parts with one's cruelty one parts with one's -You used to have the beau-monde throng power; and when one has parted with that, after you, and a flock of gay fine perukes I fancy one's old and ugly. bovering round you.

Mir. Ay, ay, suffer your cruelty to ruin the Wit. Like moihs about a candle— I had like object of your power, to destroy your lover; to have lost my comparison for want of breath. and then how vain, how lost a thing you'll

Mrs. Mill. Ó I bave denied myself airs to-be! Nay, 'tis true: you are no longer handday. I have walk'd as fast through the crowd some when you have lost your lover; your Wit

. As a favourite just disgraced; and with beauty dies upon the instant: for beauty is as few followers.

the lover's gift; 'tis he bestows your charms-Mrs. Mill

. Dear Mr. Witwould, truce with Your glass is all a cheat. The ugly and the your similitudes; for I am as sick of 'em- old, whom the looking-glass mortifies, yet, Wit

. As a physician of a good air-I can- after commendation, can be flatter'd by it, and not help it, madam, though 'tis against myself. discover beauties in it; for that reflects our

Mrs. Mill. Yet again! Mincing, stand be- praises, ratber than your face. tween me and his wit.

Mrs Mill. O the vanity of these men! Fainall, Wit. Do, Mrs. Mincing, like a screen be-d'ye hear him? If they did not commend us, fore a great fire. I confess I do blaze to-day, we were not handsome! Now you must knoy I am too bright.

they could not commend one, if one was not Mrs. F. But, dear Millamant, why were you handsome. Beauty the lover's gift! Dear me, so long?

what is a lover, that it can give? Why, one Mrs. Mill. Long! lud! have I not made violent makes lovers as fast as one pleases, and they baste? I have ask'd every living thing I met for live as long as 'one pleases, and they die as you; I have inquired after you, as after a new soon as one pleases; and then, if one pleases, fashion.

one makes more. Wit. Madam, truce with your similitudes Wit. Very pretty. Why you make no more ---no, you met her husband, and did not ask of making of lovers, madam, than of making him for her.

so many card-matches. Mir. By your leave, Witwould, that were Mrs. Mill. One no more owes one's beauty like inquiring after an old fashion, to ask a to a lover, than one's wit to an echo: they husband for his wife.

can but reflect what we look and say, rain, Wit. Hum, a hit, a bit, a palpable bit, 1 empty things, if we are silent or unseen, and confess it.

want a being Min. You were dress'd before I came abroad. Mir. Yet, to those two vain empty things, Mrs. Mill. Ay, that's true-0 but then I had you owe two of the greatest pleasures of - Mincing, what bad 1? why, was I so long? your

life. Min. 0 mem, ?) your la’ship staid to peruse Mrs. Mill. How so? a pacquet of letters.

Mir. To your lover you owe the pleasure Mrs. Mill

. O ay, letters—I had letters, I am of hearing yourselves praised; and to an echo persecuted with letters- I bate letters-nobody the pleasure of hearing yourselves talk. knows how to write letters; and yet one has Wit

. But I know a lady that lores talking 'em, one does not know why-hey serve one so incessantly, she won't give an echo fair to pin up one's hair.

play; she has that everlasting rotation Wit. 'Is that the way? Pray, madam, do iongue, that an echo must wait till she dies, Mrs. Mill. O fiction! Fainall, let us leave Mrs. Mill, Without the help of conjuraIbese men.

before it can catch her last words. 1) Minciog minecs the word madam into mom,

1) Scolded.

s) Crisp

tion, you can't imagine; unless she should Mir. Draw off Witwould.

tell me herself. Which of the two it may [Aside to Mrs. Fainall

. have been, I will leave you to consider; and Mrs. F. Immediately: I have a word or two when you have done thinking of that, think of me. for Mr. Witwould.

[Exeunt Millainant and Mincing. [Exeunt Mrs. Fainall and Witwould. Mir. I have something more-Gone-Think Mir. 1. would beg a little private audience of you! to think of a whirlwind, though 'twere loo-- You had the tyranny io deny, me last in a whirlwind, were a case of more steady night; though you knew I came to impart a contemplation; a very tranquillity of mind and secret to you that concern'd my love. mansion. A fellow that lives in a windmill,

Mrs. Mill. You saw I was engaged. has not a mcre whimsical dwelling than the

Mir. Unkind. You had the leisure to en-heart of a man that is lodgd in a woman. tertain a herd of fools; things who visit you There is no point of the compass to which from their excessive idleness; bestowing on they cannot turn, and by which they are not your easiness that time, which is the incum- turn'd; and by one as well as 'another; for brance of their lives. How can you find de- motion, not method, is their occupation. To light in such society? It is impossible they know this, and yet continue to be in love, is should admire you, they are not capable; or to be made wise from the dictates of reason, if they were, it should be to you as a morti- and yet persevere to play the fool by the bcation; for sure to please a fool is some force of instinct- here comes my pair of degree of folly.

turtles-What, billing so sweetly! is not VaMrs. Mill. I please myself — Besides, some- lentine's day over with you yet? times to converse with fools is for my bealth. Enter WAITWELL and FoJBLE. Mir. Your health! Is there a worse disease Sirrah, Waitwell

, why sure you think you than the conrersation of fools?

were married for your own recreation; and Mrs. Mill. Yes, the vapours; sools are physic not for my conveniency.. for it, next to asa-falida,

Wait. Your pardon, sir. With submission, Mir. You are not in a course of fools? we have indeed beer billing; but still with an Mrs. Mill. Mirabell, if you persist in this eye to business, sir. I have instructed her as offensive freedom, you'll displease me. I think well as I could. If she can take your direcI must resolve, after all, not to have you— tions as readily as my instructions, sir, your We sbap't agree.

affairs are in a prosperous way: Mir. Int in our physic, it may be.

Mir. Give you joy, Mrs. Foible, Mrs. Mill. And yet our distemper, in all Foi. O-las, sir, I'm so ashamed-I'm afraid likelihood, will be the same; for we shall be my lady has been in a thousand inquietudes sick of one another. I shan't endure to be for me. But I protest, sir, I made as much reprimanded, nor instructed; tis so dull to baste as I could. aci always by advice,and so tedious to be told Wait. That she did indeed, sir. of one's faults-I can't bear it. Well, I won't Foi. I told my lady, as you instructed me, hase you, Mirabell - I'm resolved - I think sir, that I had a prospect of seeing sir Row- You may go-Ha, ha, ha! What would land, your uncle; and that I would put her Fou give ibat you could help loving me? ladyship's picture in my pocket to show him;

Vir. I would give something that you did which I'll be sure to say bas made him so pot know I could not help it.

enamour'd of her beauty, that he burns with Mrs. Mill. Come, don't look grave then. impatience to lie at her ladyship's feet, and Well, what do you say to me?

worship the original. Mir. I say that a man may as soon make a Mir. Excellent Foible! Matrimony has made friend by his wit, or a fortune by his honesty, you eloquent in love. as win a woman with plain-dealing and sin- Wait. I think she has profiled, sir, I think so. cerity.

Foi. You have seen madam Millamant, sir? Mrs. Mill. Sententious Mirabell! Pry'thee Mir. Yes. don't look with that violent and inflexible Foi. I told her, sir, because I did not know wise face, like Solomon at the dividing of the that you might find an opportunity; she bad chid in an old tapestry banging.

so much company last night. Vir. You are merry, madam; but I would Mir. ur diligence will merit more persuade you for a moment to be serious. the mean time

[Gives Money Mrs Mill. What, with that face? No, if Foi. O, dear sir, your humble servant. you keep your countenance, 'tis impossible I

Wail. Spouse. should bold mine. Well, after all, there is Mir. Stand off, sir, not a penny- Go on something very moving in a love-sick face. and prosper, Foible-The lease shall be made Ha, ha, ha! Well, I won't laugh, don't be good, and the farm stock’d, if we succeed. peetish-Heigho! Now I'll be melancholy, as Foi. I don't question your generosity, sir; melsacboly as a watch-light. Well, Mirabell, and you need not doubt of success. If

you derer you will win me, woo me now-Nay, have no more commands, sir, I'll be gone;

you are so tedious, fare you well: I see I'm sure my lady is at her toilet, and can'ı they are walking away,

dress till [ come. - 0) dear, I'm sure that Hir. Can you not' fiod, in the variety of [Looking out] was Mrs. Marwood that went your disposition, one moment

by in a mask; if she has seen me with you Mrs. Mill. To bear you tell me Foible's I'm sure she'll tell my lady. I'll make haste married, and your plot like to speed ?-No, home and prevent her. Your servant, sir. Mir. But bow you came to know it- B'w'ye, Wait well.

[Exit. Wuit, Sir Rowland, if you please. The Lady W. O Marwood, let her come in. jade's so pert upon her preferment, she for- Come in, good Marwood. gets herself. Mir. Come, sir, will you endeavour to for

Enter MRS. MARWOOD. get yourself, and transform into sir Rowland ? Mrs. M. I'm surprised to find your ladyship Wait

. Why, sir, it will be impossible I in dishabillé at this time of day should remember myself. [Exit Mirabell] Mar Lady W. Foible's a lost thing; has been ried, knighted, and attended, all in one day. abroad since morning, and never heard of 'tis enough to make any man forget himself since. The difficulty will be how to recover my ac-: Mrs. M. I saw her but now, as I came quaintance and familiarity with my former mask'd through the park, in conference with self; and fall from my transformation to a re- Mirabell. formation into Waitwell. Nay, I shan't be Lady W. With Mirabell! you call my blood quite the same 'Vaitwell neither-for now I into my face, with mentioning that trailer. remember, I'm married, and can't be my own She durst not have the confidence. I sent her again,

to negociate an affair, in which, if I'm delectAy, ihere's my grief; that's the sad change ed, I'm undone. If that wheedling villain bas

of life;

wrought upon Foible to detect me, I'm ruin'd. To lose my title, and yet keep my wife. (Exit. Oh my dear friend, I'm a wretch of wretches

if I'm 'detected. ACT III. .

Mrs. M. O madam, you cannot suspect Mrs. Scene I. A Rcom in LADY WISAFORT's Foible's integrity; House.

Lady W.0,"he carries poison in his tongue LADY WISHFort at her Toilet, Peg waiting. has given him an opportunity, she has as good

that would corrupt integrity itself. If she Lady W. Merciful, no news of Foible yet? as put her integrity into his hands. Ah! dear Peg. No, madam,

Marwood, what's integrity to an opportunity ? Lady W. Į bave no more patience-If I -Hark! I hear her-Dear friend, retire into . have not fretted myself till I am pale again, my closet, that I may examine ber with more there's no veracity in me. Fetch me the red freedom-You'll pardon me, dear friend, I can -the red, do you hear? An arrant ash-co- make bold with you-There are books over lour, as I'm a person. Look you how this the chimney-Quarles and Pryn, and the Short wench stirs! why dost thou noi fetch me a View of the Stage, with Bunyan's works, to liule red? didst thou not hear me, mopus ? entertain you. [Exit Mrs. Marwood] Go, you

Peg. The red raļafia, does your ladyship thing, and send her in. [Exit Peg. mean, or the cherry-brandy? Lady W. Ratafia, fool! no, fool, not the ra

Enter FOIBLE. tafia, fool - Grant me patience! I mean the Lady W. O Foible, where bast thou been ? Spanish paper, idiot; cumplexion. Darling what hast thou been doing? paint, paint, paint; dost thou understand thal, Foi. Madam, I have seen the party. changeling, dangling thy bands like bobbins Lady W. But wbat hast thou done? before thee? why dost ihou not stir, puppet? Foi. Nay, 'lis your ladyship bas done, and thou wooden thing upon wires.

to do; I have only promised. But a Peg. Lord, madam, your ladyship is so im- man so enamour'd-so transported! well, if patient-I cannot come at the paint, madam; worshipping of pictures be a sin-poor sir Mrs. Foible has lock'd it up, and carried the Rowland, I say. key with her.

Lady W. The miniature has been counted Lady W. Plague take you both-Fetch me like-But hast thou not betray'd me, Foible ? the cherry-brandy then. (Exit Peg] I'm as Hast thou not delected me to that faitbless pale and as faint, I look like Mrs. Qualmsick, Mirabell? - What badst thou to do with him the curate's wife, that's always breeding in the park? answer me, has he got nothing Wench, come, come, wench; what art thou out of ihee? doing, sipping? tasting? save thee, dost thou Foi. So, mischief bas been before-band with not know the bottle.

me; what shall I say? [Aside] Alas, madam, Enter Peg, with a Bottle and China Cup. was I in fauli? If you had beard bow ke

could I help it, if I met that confident thing Peg. Madam, I was looking for a cup. used me, and all upon your !adyship's ac

Lady W. A cup, save thee; and what a cup count, I'm sure you would not suspect my bast thou broughi! dost thou take me for a fidelity; Nay, if that had been the worst, 1 fairy, to drink out of an acorn? why didst could have borne: but he had a fling at your thou nat bring thy thimble? bast thou ne'er ladyship too; and then I could not hold, but a brass thimble clinking in thy pocket with a i'faith I gave him his own. bit of nutmeg? I warrant thee. Come, Gill, Lady W. Me! what did the filthy fellow fill - So-again. See who that is. [One knocks] say? Set down the bottle first.– Here, here, under Foi. O madam; 'tis a shame to

say the table-What, wouldst thou go with the he said—With his faunts and fleers, tossing bottle in thy hand, like a tapster? [Exit Peg] up his nose. Humph, says be, what, you are As I'm a person, this wench bas lived in an batching some plot, says he, you are so early inn upon ibe road, before she came to me. abroad, or catering, says be, ferreting for Enter Pog.

some disbanded. officer, I warrant-Half-pay No Foible yet?

is but thin subsistence, says he-Well, what Peg. No, madam, Mrs. Marwood. pension does your lady propose? Let me see,



says he, what, she must come down pretty, he does come? will he be importunate, Foible, deep now, she's superannuated, says be, and and push? for if he should not be importu

Lady W. Odds my life, I'll have him-I'll nate - I shall never break decorums-I shall bave him murder'd. I'll have him poison's. die with confusion, if I am forced to advance Where does he eat? I'll marry a drawer, to-Oh no, I can never advance-I shall swoon hare him poisond in his wine.

if he should expect advances. No, I hope sir Foi. Poison him! poisoning's too good for Rowland is better bred, than to put a lady to bim. Starve him, madam, starve him; marry the necessity of breaking her forms. I won't sir Rowland, and get him disinherited. O you be too coy, neither.-I won't give him deswould bless yourself, to hear what he said. pair-But a little disdain is not amiss: a little

Lady W. A villain! superannuated! scorn is alluring

Foi. Humph, says he, I hear you are laying Foi. A little scorn becomes your ladyship. designs against me too, says he, and Mrs. Lady W. Yes, but tenderness becomes me Millamant is to marry my uncle; he does not best-You see that picture has a-sort of asuspect a word of your ladyship; but, says ha, Foible? a swimmingness in the eyes-be, Til fit you for that; I warrant you, says Yes, I'll look so-My niece affects it; but she be: I'll hamper you for that, says he , you wants features. Is sir Rowland handsome? and your old frippery too, says he, I'll handle Let my toilet be removed—I'll dress above. you

I'll receive sir Rowland here. Is he handsome? Lady W. Audacious villain! handle me! Don't answer me. I won't know; I'll be surwould be durst?-Frippery! old frippery! Was prised, I'll be taken by surprise. there ever such a foul-mouth'd fellow? I'll be Foi. By storm, madam; sir Rowland's a married to-morrow, I'll be contracted to-night. brisk man. Foi. The sooner the better, madam.

Lady W. Is he? then he'll importune, Lady W. Will sir Rowland be here, say'st if he's a brisk man. I have a mortal terror thou?-wben, Foible?

at the apprehension. Let my things be reFoi. Incontinently, madam. No new sheriff's moved, good foible.

[Erit. wife expects the relurn of her husband after

Enter Mrs. FAINALL. knighthood, with that impatience in which isir

Mrs. F. O Foible, I have been in a fright, your lady ship's hand after dinner.

lest I should come too late. That devil, MarLady iv. Frippery! superannuated frippery! wood, saw you in the park with Mirabell, I'll frippery the villain; I'll reduce him to frip- and I'm afraid will discover it to my lady. pery aud rags; a talterdemallion-I hope io Foi. Discover what, madam ? see bim bung with talters, like a Long-lane Mrs. F. Nay, nay, put not on that strange peni-bouse, or a gibbet thief

. A slander- face. I am privy to the whole design, and mouth'd railer: I warrant the spendthrift pro- know that Waitwell, to whom thou wert this digal is in debt as much as the million lotiery, morning married, is to personale Mirabell's or the whole court upon a birth-day. I'll uncle, and as such, winning my lady, to inspoil his credit with his tailor. Yes, he shall volve her in those difficulties from wbich Mibare my niece with her fortune, he shall. rabell only must release her, by his making

Foi. Ile! I hope to see him lodge in Lud- his conditions to have my cousin and her forgute ?) first, and angle into Blackfriars for tune left to her own disposal. brass farthings, with an old mitten 2).

Foi. O dear madam, I beg your pardon. Lady W. Ay, dear Foible; thank thee for It was not my confidence in your ladyship tbal, dear Foible. He has put me out of all that was deficient; but I thought the former patience. I shall never recompose my features, good correspondence between your ladyship to receive sir Rowland with any economy of and Mr. Mirabell might have hinder'd bis face. The wretch has fretted me, that I am communicating this secret. absolutely decay'd. Look, Foible.

Mrs. F. Dear Foible, forget that. Foi Your ladyship has frown'd a little too Foi. O dear madam, Mr. Mirabell is such rasbals, indeed, madam. There are some cracks a sweet wioning gentleman-But your ladydiscernable in the wbile varnish.

ship is the pattern of generosity. Sweet lady, Lady IV. Let me see the glass – Cracks, to be so good! Mr. Mirabell cannot choose sar's thou? why I am arrantly flay’d—I look but be grateful. I find your ladyship has his boke as old peeld wall. Thou must repair me, heart still

. Now, madam, I can safely tell Foille, before sir Rowland comes; or I shall your ladyship our success. Mrs. Marwood neser keep up to my picture.

had told my lady; but I warrant I managed Foi. I warrant you, madam; a little art myself. I iurn'd it all for the belter. I lold once made your picture like you; and now my lady that Mr. Mirabell rail'd at her. I a little of the same art must make you like laid horrid things to his charge, I'll vow; your picture. Your picture must sit for you, and my lady is so incensed, that she'll be madam.

contracted to sir Rowland to-night, she says. Lady W. But art thou sure sir Rowland - I warrant I work'd her up, that he may will got fail to come? or will he not fail when bave her for asking for, as they say of a

Welsh maidenhead. 1, Latgale prison

Mrs. F. ( rare Foible! 3) Welen-glove or stocking. That is, she hopes to see

Foi. Madam, I beg your ladyship to acLiidgale-prison, and Selling down n old stacking tied to the end of a stick, begging for quaint Mr. Mirabell of his success. 'I would de charity of persons passing below in Black-friars: be seen as little as possible to speak to him; Lesbe mat npon Fleet market, are seen begging for the besides, I believe madam Marwood watches * poor confised debtors who have nothing to live upon."me; she has a penchant; but I know Mr.

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