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Scene the first |
A parlour in Justice Woodcock's house. Enter Lucinda followed by Eustace in a riding dress. |
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<- Lucinda, Eustace
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LUCINDA |
Well, am not I a bold adventurer, to bring you into my father's house at noonday? though, to say the truth, we are safer here than in the garden; for there is not a human creature under the roof beside ourselves.
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EUSTACE |
Then why not put our scheme into execution this moment? I have a post-chaise ready ~
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LUCINDA |
Fye! how can you talk so lightly? I protest I am afraid to have any thing to do with you; your passion seems too much founded on appetite; and my aunt Deborah says ~
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EUSTACE |
What! by all the rapture my heart now feels ~
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LUCINDA |
Oh to be sure, promise and vow; it sounds prettily, and never fails to impose upon a fond female.
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We women like weak indians trade,
whose judgment tinsel shew decoys;
dupes to our folly we are made,
while artful man the gain enjoys:
we give our treasure to be paid,
a paltry, poor return in toys.
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EUSTACE |
Well, I see you have a mind to divert yourself with me; but I wish I could prevail on you to be a little serious.
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LUCINDA |
Seriously then, what would you desire me to say? I have promised to run away with you; which is as great a concession, as any reasonable lover can expect from his mistress.
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EUSTACE |
Yes, but you dear provoking angel, you have not told me, when you will run away with me.
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LUCINDA |
Why that, I confess, requires some consideration.
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EUSTACE |
Yet remember, while you are deliberating, the season, now so favourable to us, may elapse, never to return.
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Think, my fairest, how delay
danger ev'ry moment brings;
time flies swift, and will away;
time that's ever on it's wings:
doubting and suspence at best,
lover's late repentance cost,
let us, eager to be blest,
sieze occasion e'er 'tis lost.
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Scene the second |
Lucinda, Eustace, Justice Woodcock, Mrs. Deborah. |
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Why, here is nothing in the world in this house but catter‑wawling from morning till night, nothing but catter‑wawling. Hoity toity! who have we here?
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LUCINDA |
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EUSTACE |
The devil, what shall we do?
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LUCINDA |
Take no notice of them, only observe me. (speaks aloud to Eustace) Upon my word sir, I don't know what to say to it, unless the justice was at home; he is just stepped into the village with some company; but, if you will sit down a moment, I dare sware he will return ~ (pretends to see the Justice) ~ Oh! sir, here is my papa!
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Here is your papa, hussey! Who's this you have got with you? Hark you, sirrah, who are you, ye dog? and what's your business here?
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EUSTACE |
Sir, this is a language I am not used to.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Don't answer me you rascal ~ I am a justice of peace, and if I hear a word out of your mouth, I'll send you to jail, for all your lac'd hat.
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MRS. DEBORAH |
Send him to jail brother, that's right.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
And how do you know it's right? How should you know any thing's right? ~ sister Deborah, you are never in the right.
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MRS. DEBORAH |
Brother, this is the man I have been telling you about so long.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
What man, goody wiseacre?
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MRS. DEBORAH |
Why, the man your daughter has an intrigue with; but I hope you will not believe it now, though you see it with your own eyes. ~ Come, hussey, confess, and don't let your father make a fool of himself any longer.
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LUCINDA |
Confess what aunt? this gentleman is a music master; he goes about the country teaching ladies to play and sing; and has been recommended to instruct me; I could not turn him out when he came to offer his service, and did not know what answer to give him 'till I saw my papa.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
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EUSTACE |
Yes sir, that's my profession.
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MRS. DEBORAH |
It's a lye, young man, it's a lye. Brother, he is no more a music master, than I am a music master.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
What then you know better than the fellow himself, do you? and you will be wiser than all the world?
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MRS. DEBORAH |
Brother, he does not look like a music master.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
He does not look! ha, ha, ha! Was ever such a poor stupe! Well, and what does he look like then? But I suppose you mean, he is not dressed like a music master, because of his ruffles, and this bit of garnishing about his coat, which seems to be copper too ~ why you silly wretch, these whippersnappers set up for gentlemen, now a-days, and give themselves as many airs, as if they were people of quality. ~ Hark, you friend, I suppose you don't come within the vagrant act; you have some settled habitation ~ where do you live?
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MRS. DEBORAH |
It's an easy matter for him to tell you a wrong place.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Sister Deborah don't provoke me.
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MRS. DEBORAH |
I wish brother you would let me examine him a little.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
You shan't say a word to him, you shan't say a word to him.
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MRS. DEBORAH |
She says he was recommended here brother, ask him by whom?
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
No I won't now, because you desire it.
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LUCINDA |
If my papa did ask the question aunt, it would be very easily resolved.
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MRS. DEBORAH |
Who bid you speak, mistress nimble chops? I suppose the man has a tongue in his head, to answer for himself.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Will no body stop that prating old woman's mouth for me? Get out of the room.
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MRS. DEBORAH |
Well, so I can, brother; I don't want to stay; but remember, I tell you, you will make yourself ridiculous in this affair; for through your own obstinacy you will have your daughter run away with before your face.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
My daughter! who will run away with my daughter?
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Go, go, you are a wicked censorious woman.
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LUCINDA |
Why, sure madam you must think me very coming indeed.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Ay, she judges of others by herself; I remember when she was a girl, her mother dare not trust her the length of her apron string; she was clambering upon every fellows back.
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LUCINDA |
Well, but why so violent.
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Believe me dear aunt,
if you rave thus, and rant,
you'll never a lover persuade;
the men will all fly,
and leave you to die,
oh, terrible chance! an old maid ~
How happy the lass,
must she come to this pass,
who antient virginity 'scapes:
'twere better on earth
have five brats at a birth
than in hell be a leader of apes.
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MRS. DEBORAH |
You are an impudent slut.
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Scene the third |
Justice Woodcock, Lucinda, Eustace. |
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Well done, Lucy, send her about her business, a troublesome, foolish creature; does she think I want to be directed by her ~ come hither, my lad, you look tolerably honest ~
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EUSTACE |
I hope sir, I shall never give you cause to alter your opinion.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
No, no, I am not easily deceived, I am generally pretty right in my conjectures; ~ you must know, I had once a little notion of music myself, and learned upon the fiddle; I could play the Trumpet Minuet, and Buttered Pease, and two or three tunes. I remember when I was in London, about thirty years ago, there was a song, a great favourite at our club at Nando's coffee-house; Jack Pickle used to sing it for us: a droll fish; but 'tis an old thing, I dare swear you have heard it often.
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When I follow'd a lass that was froward and shy,
oh! I stuck to her stuff, 'till I made her comply;
oh! I took her so lovingly round the waist,
and I smack'd her lips, and I held her fast:
when hugged and haul'd,
she squeal'd and squall'd;
but though she vow'd all I did was in vain,
yet I pleas'd her so well, that she bore it again,
then hoity, toity,
wisking, frisking,
green was her gown upon the grass:
oh! such were the joys of our dancing days.
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EUSTACE |
Very well sir, upon my word.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
No no, I forget all those things now; but I could do a little at them once ~ well, stay and eat your dinner, and we'll talk about your teaching the girl ~ Lucy, take your master to your spinnet, and shew him what you can do ~ I must go and give some orders;
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Scene the fourth |
Lucinda, Eustace. |
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LUCINDA |
My sweet pretty papa, your most obedient humble servant, hah, hah, hah! was ever so whimsical an accident! well sir, what do you think of this?
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EUSTACE |
Think of it! I am in a maze.
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LUCINDA |
O your aukwardness! I was frightened out of my wits, lest you should not take the hint! and if I had not turned matters so cleverly, we should have been utterly undone.
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EUSTACE |
'Sdeath! why would you bring me into the house? we could expect nothing else: besides, since they did surprise us, it would have been better to have discovered the truth.
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LUCINDA |
Yes, and never have seen one another afterwards. I know my father better than you do; he has taken it into his head, I have no inclination for a husband, and let me tell you, that is our best security; for if once he has said a thing, he will not be easily persuaded to the contrary.
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EUSTACE |
And pray, what am I to do now?
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LUCINDA |
Why, as I think all danger is pretty well over, since he has invited you to dinner with him, stay, only be cautious of your behaviour; and in the mean time, I will consider what is next to be done.
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EUSTACE |
Had not I better go to your father?
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LUCINDA |
Do so, while I endeavour to recover myself a little, out of the flurry this affair has put me in.
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EUSTACE |
Well, but what sort of a parting is this, without so much as your servant, or good by to you; no ceremony at all? can you afford me no token to keep up my spirits 'till I see you again.
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Let rakes and libertines resign'd
to sensual pleasures, range!
Here all the sex's charms I find,
and ne'er can cool, or change.
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LUCINDA |
Let vain coquets, and prudes conceal,
what most their hearts desire;
with pride my passion I reveal,
oh! may it ne'er expire.
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The sun shall cease to spread its light,
the stars their orbits leave;
and fair creation sink in night,
when I my dear deceive.
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Scene the fifth |
A garden. Enter Rossetta, musing. |
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<- Rossetta
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If ever poor creature was in a pitiable condition, surely I am. The devil take this fellow, I cannot get him out of my head, and yet I would fain persuade myself I don't care for him: well, but surely I am not in love, let me examine my heart a little: I saw him kissing one of the maids the other day; I could have boxed his ears for it, and have done nothing but find fault and quarrel with the girl ever since. Why was I uneasy at his toying with another woman? what was it to me? ~ Then I dream of him almost every night ~ but that may proceed from his being generally uppermost in my thoughts all day: oh! worse and worse! ~
Well, he is certainly a pretty lad, he has something uncommon about him, considering his rank: ~ and now let me only put the case, if he was not a servant, would I, or would I not prefer him to all the men I ever saw? Why, to be sure, if he was not a servant ~ in short, I'll ask myself no more questions, for, the further I examine, the less reason I shall have to be satisfied.
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How bless'd the maid, whose bosom
no head-strong passion knows;
her days in joys she passes,
her nights in calm repose.
Where e'er her fancy leads her,
no pain, no fear invades her,
but pleasure,
without measure,
from ev'ry object flows.
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Scene the sixth |
Young Meadows and Rossetta. |
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
Do you come into the garden, Mrs. Rossetta, to put my lilies and roses out of countenance; or to save me the trouble of watering my flowers, by reviving them? The sun seems to have hid himself a lit∣tle, to give you an opportunity of supplying his place.
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ROSSETTA |
Where could he get that now? he never read it in the academy of compliments.
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
Come, don't affect to treat me with contempt; I can suffer any thing better than that: in short I love you; there is no more to be said: I am angry with myself for it, and strive all I can against it; but in spite of myself, I love you.
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In vain I ev'ry art assay,
to pluck the venom'd shaft away
that wrankles in my heart;
deep in the centre fix'd, and bound,
my efforts but enlarge the wound,
and fiercer make the smart.
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ROSSETTA |
Really, Mr. Thomas, this is very improper language; it is what I don't understand; I can't suffer it, and in short, I don't like it.
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
Perhaps you don't like me.
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
Nay, but 'tis not so; come, confess you love me.
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ROSSETTA |
Confess! indeed I shall confess no such thing: besides, to what purpose should I confess it?
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
Why, as you say, I don't know to what purpose; only it would be a satisfaction to me to hear you say so; that's all.
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ROSSETTA |
Why, if I did love you, I can assure you, you wou'd never be the better for it ~ women are apt enough to be weak; we cannot always answer for our inclinations, but it is in our power not to give way to them; and, if I was so silly, I say, if I was so indiscreet, which I hope I am not, as to entertain an improper regard, when people's circumstances are quite unsuitable, and there are obstacles in the way that cannot be surmounted ~
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
Oh! to be sure, Mrs. Rossetta, to be sure: you are entirely in the right of it ~ I ~ know very well, you and I can never come together.
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ROSSETTA |
Well then, since that is the case, as I assure you it is, I think we had better behave accordingly.
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
Suppose we make a bargain, then, never to speak to one another any more?
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
Nor look at, nor, if possible, think of, one another.
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
And, as long as we stay in the house together, never to take any notice.
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
Why, I believe it is ~ well, Mrs. Rossetta ~
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ROSSETTA |
Be gone ~ I agree,
from this moment we're free,
already the matter I've sworn:
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
yet let me complain
of the fates that ordain,
a tryal so hard to be born.
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ROSSETTA |
When things are but fit,
we should calmly submit;
no cure in reluctance we find:
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
then thus I obey,
tear your image away;
and banish you quite from my mind.
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ROSSETTA |
Well, now I think I am somewhat easier: I am glad I have come to this explanation with him, because it puts an end to things at once.
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
Hold, Mrs. Rossetta, pray stay a moment ~ The airs this girl gives herself are intolerable: I find now the cause of her behaviour; she despises the meanness of my condition, thinking a gardener below the notice of a lady's waiting-woman: 'sdeath, I have a good mind to discover myself to her.
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ROSSETTA |
He seems in a brown study, poor wretch! I believe he is heartily mortified, but I must not pity him.
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
It shall be so; I will discover myself to her, and leave the house directly ~ Mrs. Rossetta ~ (starting back) ~ pox on it, yonder's the Justice come into the garden ~
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ROSSETTA |
Oh lord; he will walk round this way; pray go about your business; I would not for the world he shou'd see us together.
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
The devil take him, he's gone across the parterre, and can't hobble here this half-hour, I must and will have a little conversation with you.
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
This evening, in the green-house at the lower end of the canal; I have some thing to communicate to you of importance. Will you meet me there?
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
Ay, I have a secret to tell you; and I swear, from that moment, there shall be an end of every thing betwixt us.
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ROSSETTA |
Well, well, pray leave me now.
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ROSSETTA |
I don't know, perhaps I may.
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ROSSETTA |
What signifies promising; I may break my promise ~ but I tell you I will.
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YOUNG MEADOWS |
Enough ~ yet before I leave you, let me desire you to believe I love you more than ever man loved woman; and that, when I relinquish you, I give up all that can make my life supportable.
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Oh! how shall I in language weak,
my ardent passion tell;
or form my falt'ring tongue to speak,
that cruel word, farewell!
Farewell ~ but know tho' thus we part,
my thoughts can never stray:
go where I will, my constant heart,
must with my charmer stay.
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Scene the seventh |
Rossetta, Justice Woodcock. |
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ROSSETTA |
What can this be that he wants to tell me, I have a strange curiosity to hear it, methinks ~ well ~
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ROSSETTA |
So, I thought the devil would throw him in my way; now for a courtship of a different kind, but I'll give him a furfeit ~ did you call me, sir?
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Ay, where are you running so fast?
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ROSSETTA |
I was only going into the house sir.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Well but come here; come here, I say (looking about) how do you do, Rossetta?
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ROSSETTA |
Thank you sir, pretty well.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Why you look as fresh and bloomy to day ~ Adad you little slut I believe you are painted.
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ROSSETTA |
Oh! sir, you are pleased to compliment.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Adad I believe you are ~ let me try ~
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
What brings you into this garden so often Rossetta? I hope you don't get eating green fruit and trash; or have you a hankering after some lover in dowlas, who spoils my trees by engraving true lovers knots on them, with your horn and buck-handled knives? I see your name written upon the cieling of the servants hall, with the smoak of a candle; and I suspect ~
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ROSSETTA |
Not me I hope sir ~ no sir; I am of another guess mind I assure you; for I have heard say, men are so false and fickle ~
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Ay, that's your flanting idle young fellows; so they are; and they are so damm'd impudent, I wonder a woman will have any thing to say to them; besides, all that they want, is something to brag of, and tell again.
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ROSSETTA |
Why, I own sir, if ever I was to make a slip, it should be with an elderly gentleman ~ about seventy or seventy-five years of age.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
No, child, that's out of reason; tho' I have known many a man turned of threescore with a hale constitution ~
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ROSSETTA |
Then, sir, he should be troubled with the gout, have a good strong, substantial winter cough ~ and I should not like him the worse ~ if he had a small of the rheumatism.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Pho, pho, Rossetta, this is jesting.
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ROSSETTA |
No, sir, every body has a taste, and I have mine.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Well, but Rossetta, have you thought of what I was saying to you?
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Ah! you know, you know, well enough, hussey.
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ROSSETTA |
Dear sir, consider my soul; would you have me endanger my soul?
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ROSSETTA |
Besides, sir, consider, what has a poor servant to depend on but her character? And I have heard you gentlemen will talk one thing before, and another after.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
I tell you again, these are the idle, flashy young dogs: but when you have to do with a staid, sober man ~
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Right, it's quite a different thing ~ well, shall we Rosseta, shall we?
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ROSSETTA |
Really, sir, I don't know what to say to it.
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Young I am, and sore afraid:
wou'd you hurt a harmless maid?
Lead an innocent astray?
Tempt me not, kind sir, I pray.
Men too often we believe,
and shou'd you my faith deceive;
ruin first, and then forsake,
sure my tender heart would break,
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Why you silly girl, I won't do you any harm.
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ROSSETTA |
But won't you, indeed, sir?
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ROSSETTA |
Ha, ha, ha! ~ your servant, sir, your servant.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Why you impudent, audacious ~
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Scene the eighth |
Justice Woodcock, Hawthorn. |
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HAWTHORN |
So, so, justice, at odds with gravity! his worship playing a game at romps! ~ Your servant, sir.
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HAWTHORN |
I hope I don't spoil sport, neighbour: I thought I had the glympse of a petticoat as I came in here.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Oh! the maid. Ay, she has been gathering a sallad ~ but come hither, master Hawthorn, and I'll shew you some alterations I intend to make in my garden ~
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HAWTHORN |
No, no, I am no judge of it ~ besides, I want to talk to you a little more about this ~ tell me, sir justice, were you helping your maid to gather a sallad here, or consulting her taste in your improvements, eh? Ha, ha, ha! ~ let me see, all among the roses; egad, I like your notion: but you look a little blank upon it; you are ashamed of the business, then, are you?
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Oons! neighbour, ne'er blush for a trifle like this;
what harm with a fair one to toy and to kiss?
The greatest and gravest ~ a truce with grimace ~
would do the same thing, were they in the same place.
No age, no profession, no station is free;
to sovereign beauty mankind bends the knee:
that power, resistless, no strength can oppose:
we all love a pretty girl ~ under the rose.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
I profess, master Hawthorn, this is all Indian, all Cherokee language to me; I don't understand a word of it.
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HAWTHORN |
No, may be not: well, Sir, will you read this letter, and try whether you can understand that: it is just brought by a servant, who stays for an answer.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
A letter, and to me! (taking the letter) Yes, it is to me; and yet I am sure it comes from no correspondent. Where are my spectacles? not but I can see very well without them, master Hawthorn; but this seems to be a sort of a crabbed hand.
(reads the letter)
Sir, I am ashamed of giving you this trouble, partly; but I am informed there is an unthinking boy, a son of mine, now disguised, and in your service, in the capacity of a gardener: Tom is a little wild, but an honest lad, and no fool either, tho' I am his father that say it.
Tom ~ oh, this is Thomas, our gardener; I always thought that he was a better man's child than he appeared to be, though I never mentioned it.
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HAWTHORN |
Well, well, sir; pray let's hear the rest of the letter.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Stay, where is the place? oh, here:
I am come in quest of my runaway, and write this at an inn in your village, while I am swallowing a morsel of dinner: because, not having the pleasure of your acquaintance, I did not care to intrude, without giving you notice (whoever this person is, he understands good manners). I beg leave to wait on you, sir; but desire you would keep my arrival a secret particularly from the young man.
William Meadows.
I'll assure you, a very well worded, civil letter. Do you know any thing of the person who writes it, neighbour?
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HAWTHORN |
Let me consider ~ Meadows ~ By dad I believe it is Sir William Meadows, of Northamptonshire; and, now I remember, I heard, some time ago, that the heir of that family had absconded, on account of a marriage that was disagreeable to him. It is a good many years since I have seen Sir William, but we were once well acquainted; and, if you please, sir, I will go and conduct him up to the house.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Do so, master Hawthorn, do so ~ But, pray what sort of a man is this Sir William Meadows, is he a wise man?
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HAWTHORN |
There is no occasion for a man that has five thousand pounds a year to be a conjurer; but I suppose you ask that question because of this story about his son; taking it for granted, that wise parents make wise children?
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
No doubt of it, master Hawthorn, no doubt of it ~ I warrant we shall find, now, that this young rascal has fallen in love with some minx, against his father's consent ~ Why, sir, if I had as many children as king Priam had, that we read of at school in the destruction of Troy, not one of them would serve me so.
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HAWTHORN |
Well, well, neighbour, perhaps not; but we should remember when we were young ourselves; and I was as likely to play an old don such a trick in my day, as e'er a spark in the hundred; nay, between you and me, I had done it once, had the wench been as willing as I.
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My dolly was the fairest thing!
Her breath disclos'd the sweets of spring;
and if for summer you wou'd seek,
'twas painted in her eye, her cheek.
Her swelling bosom, tempting ripe,
of fruitful autumn was the type.
But, when my tender tale I told,
I found her heart was winter cold.
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JUSTICE WOODCOCK |
Ah, you were always a scape-grace rattle-cap.
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HAWTHORN |
Odds heart, neighbour Woodcock, don't tell me, young fellows will be young fellows, though we preach 'till we're hoarse again; and so there's an end on't.
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Scene the ninth |
Justice Woodcock's hall. Enter Lucinda, followed by Hodge. |
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HODGE |
Mercy on us ~ I wish I may be hanged if I had not like to drop down with the fright, when I saw the gentleman in the parlour with my master: I thought all the fat was in the fire, and I should have lost my place, that's for certain.
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LUCINDA |
Well, but Hodge, things have fallen out more luckily; and my papa is very well reconciled to the gentleman, but does not suspect who he is; so take care you don't blab it.
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HODGE |
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LUCINDA |
I don't accuse you ~ and, as I have often put confidence in you before, I am now going to give you a fresh instance of my dependance on your fidelity. ~ I have just come to a resolution to leave the house, with mister Eustace, this night.
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HODGE |
What! and his worship know nothing of the matter?
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LUCINDA |
Not a syllable; nor would I have him, till we are out of his reach, which we shall be by to-morrow morning, for the world.
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HODGE |
Why, then you are going to run away, miss!
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LUCINDA |
I dare swear I shall return soon again, Hodge ~ when my father finds that we are married, and what's done cannot be undone, you know ~
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HODGE |
Nay, ecod, you'll be of the sure side of the hedge, then; but have you any thing for me to do?
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LUCINDA |
That you shall be told, if you come into my chamber after dinner; Mr. Eustace will be there ~ and, in the mean time, as a reward for the services you have done us already, there's somewhat
(gives money).
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HODGE |
Five guineas! ~ Mayhap you think it's for the value of this, now ~ why I'd go through fire and water for you, by day or by night, without ever a penny ~ but if his worship should come to know that I have meddled or made ~
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LUCINDA |
Depend upon it, Hodge, I will insure you from all damages. ~ But where shall I find Rossetta, to tell her of this? ~ Well, I am going to do a strange bold thing, but I hope we shall be happy.
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Oh hymen, propitious, receive in thy train,
a pair unseduc'd by the selfish and vain;
whom neither ambition, nor int'rest, draws,
but love cordial subjects, submits to thy laws:
our souls for the sweets of thy union prepare,
and grant us thy blisses unblended with care:
let mutual compliance endear all our days,
and friendship grow stronger, as passion decays.
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Scene the tenth |
Hodge, Margery. |
<- Margery
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HODGE |
So mistress, who let you in?
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MARGERY |
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HODGE |
Indeed! Marry come up! why, then pray let yourself out again. Times are come to a pretty pass; I think you might have had the manners to knock at the door first ~ what does the wench stand for?
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MARGERY |
I want to know if his worship's at home.
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HODGE |
Well, what's your business with his worship!
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MARGERY |
Perhaps you will hear that ~ Look ye, Hodge, it does not signify talking, I am come, once for all, to know what you intends to do; for I won't be made a fool of any longer.
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HODGE |
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MARGERY |
No, that's what I won't, by the best man that ever wore a head; I am the make-game of the whole village upon your account; and I'll try whether your master gives you toleration in your doings.
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HODGE |
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MARGERY |
Yes, that's what I will, his worship shall be acquainted with all your pranks, and see how you will like to be sent for a soldier.
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HODGE |
There's the door, take a friend's advice and go about your business.
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MARGERY |
My business is with his worship.
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HODGE |
Look you Madge, if you make any of your orations here, never stir if I don't set the dogs at you ~ will you be gone?
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MARGERY |
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HODGE |
Here towzer, (whistling) whu, whu, whu.
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Was ever poor fellow so plaug'd with a vixen?
Zawns! Madge don't provoke me, but mind what I say;
you've chose a wrong parson for playing your tricks on,
so pack up your awls and be trudging away:
you'd better be quiet,
and not breed a riot;
s'blood must I stand prating with you here all day?
I've got other matters to mind;
may hap you may think me an ass;
but to the contrary you'll find:
a fine piece of a work by the mass!
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Scene the eleventh |
Rossetta, Hodge, Margery. |
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ROSSETTA |
Sure I heard the voice of discord here ~ as I live an admirer of mine, and if I mistake not, a rival ~ I'll have some sport with them ~ how now fellow servant what's the matter?
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HODGE |
Nothing Mrs. Rossetta, only this young woman wants to speak with his worship ~ Madge follow me.
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MARGERY |
No Hodge, this is your fine madam! but I am as good flesh and blood as she, and have as clean a skin too, tho'f I mayn't go so gay; and now she's here I'll tell her a piece of my mind.
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HODGE |
Hold your tongue will you.
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MARGERY |
No, I'll speak if I die for it.
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ROSSETTA |
What is the matter I say.
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HODGE |
Why nothing I tell you ~ Madge ~
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MARGERY |
Yes, but it is something, it's all along of she, and she may be ashamed of herself.
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ROSSETTA |
Bless me child, do you direct your discourse to me?
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MARGERY |
Yes, I do, and to nobody else; there was not a kinder soul breathing than he was 'till of late; I had never a cross word from him till he kept you company; but all the girls about say, there's no such thing as keeping a sweetheart for you.
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ROSSETTA |
Do you hear this, friend Hodge?
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HODGE |
Why, you don't mind she I hope; but if that vexes her, I do like you, I do; my mind runs upon nothing else; and if so be as you was agreeable to it, I would marry you to night, before to morrow.
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MARGERY |
Oh you base rogue, you deceitful fellow, you are parjur'd, you know you are, and you deserve to have your eyes tore out.
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HODGE |
Let me come at her ~ I'll teach you to call names, and abuse folk.
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MARGERY |
Do, strike me; you a man!
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ROSSETTA |
Hold, hold ~ we shall have a battle, here presently, and I may chance to get my cap tore off ~ never exasperate a jealous woman, 'tis taking a mad bull by the horns ~ leave me to manage her.
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HODGE |
You manage her! I'll kick her.
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ROSSETTA |
No, no, it will be more for my credit, to get the better of her by fair means ~ I warrant I'll bring her to reason.
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HODGE |
Well, do so then ~ but may I depend upon you? when shall I speak to the parson?
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ROSSETTA |
We'll talk of that another time ~ go.
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ROSSETTA |
The brutality of this fellow shocks me! ~ oh man, man ~ you are all alike ~ a bumkin here, bred at the barn door! had he been brought up in a court, could he have been more fashionably vicious? shew me the lord, 'squire, colonel, or captain of them all, that can out-do him.
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Cease gay seducers pride to take,
in triumphs o'er the fair;
since clowns as well can act the rake,
as those in higher sphere.
Where then to shun a shameful fate
shall hapless beauty go;
in ev'ry rank, in ev'ry state,
poor woman finds a foe!
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Scene the twelfth |
Rossetta, Margery. |
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MARGERY |
I am ready to burst, I can't stay in the place any longer.
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ROSSETTA |
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MARGERY |
Don't speak to me, don't you.
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ROSSETTA |
Well, but I have something to say to you of consequence, and that will be for your good; I suppose this fellow promised you marriage.
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MARGERY |
Ay, or he should never have prevail'd upon me.
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ROSSETTA |
Well, now you see the ill consequence of trusting to such promises: when once a man hath cheated a woman of her virtue, she has no longer hold of him; he despises her for wanting that which he hath robb'd her of; and like a lawless conqueror, triumphs in the ruin he hath occasioned.
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ROSSETTA |
However, I hope the experience you have got, though somewhat dearly purchased, will be of use to you for the future; and as to any designs I have upon the heart of your lover, you may make yourself easy, for I assure you, I shall be no dangerous rival, so go your ways and be a good girl.
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MARGERY |
Yes ~ I don't very well understand her talk, but I suppose that's as much as to say she'll keep him herself; well let her, who cares, I don't fear getting better nor he is any day of the year, for the matter of that; and I have a thought come into my head that may-be will be more to my advantage.
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Since Hodge proves ungrateful, no farther I'll seek,
but go up to town in the waggon next week;
a service in London is no such disgrace,
and register's office will get me a place.
Bet Blossom went there, and soon met with a friend,
folks say in her silks, she's now standing an end!
Then why should not I the same maxim pursue?
And better my fortune as other girls do.
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Scene the thirteenth |
Enter Rossetta, and Lucinda. |
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ROSSETTA |
Ha! ha! ha! Oh admirable, most delectibly ridiculous. And so your father is content he should be a music-master, and will have him such, in spite of all your aunt can say to the contrary?
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LUCINDA |
My father and he, child, are the best companions you ever saw: they have been singing together the most hideous duets! Bobbing Joan, and Old Sir Simon the King: heaven knows where Eustace could pick them up; but he has gone through half the contents of pills to purge melancholy with him.
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ROSSETTA |
And have you resolved to take wing to-night?
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LUCINDA |
This very night, my dear: my swain will go from hence this evening, but no farther than the inn, where he has left his horses; and, at twelve precisely, he will be with a post-chaise at the little gate that opens from the lawn into the road, where I have promised to meet him.
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ROSSETTA |
Then depend upon it, I'll bear you company.
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LUCINDA |
We shall easily slip out when the family is a-sleep, and I have prepared Hodge already.
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ROSSETTA |
Nay, for that matter, you need not have a more expert pilot than myself upon such an expedition, but hark you ~
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Scene the fourteenth |
Rossetta, Lucinda, Hawthorn. |
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HAWTHORN |
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LUCINDA |
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ROSSETTA |
Mister Hawthorn, your servant.
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HAWTHORN |
What, my little water-wagtail! The very couple I wished to meet: come hither both of you.
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ROSSETTA |
Now sir, what would you say to both of us?
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HAWTHORN |
Why, let me look at you a little ~ have you got on your best gowns, and your best faces? If not, go and trick yourselves out directly, for I'll tell you a secret ~ there will be a young batchelor in the house, within these three hours, that may fall to the share of one of you, if you look sharp ~ but whether mistress or maid ~
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ROSSETTA |
Ay, marry, this is something; but how do you know, whether either mistress or maid, will think him worth acceptance.
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HAWTHORN |
Follow me, follow me, I warrant you.
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LUCINDA |
I can assure you, mister Hawthorn, I am very difficult to please.
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HAWTHORN |
Well, come, let us hear, what the swain must possess
who may hope at your feet to implore with success?
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ROSSETTA |
He must be, first of all,
straight, comely, and tall:
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LUCINDA |
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LUCINDA, ROSSETTA |
nor yet shou'd his fortune be small.
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HAWTHORN |
What think'st of a captain?
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LUCINDA |
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HAWTHORN |
What think'st of a squire?
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ROSSETTA |
To be left for his hounds.
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LUCINDA, ROSSETTA |
The youth that is form'd to my mind,
must be gentle, obliging, and kind;
of all things in nature love me:
have sense both to speak, and to see,
yet sometimes be silent and blind.
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HAWTHORN, ROSSETTA, LUCINDA |
'Fore George a most rare matrimonial receipt,
observe it, ye fair, in the choice of a mate;
remember 'tis wedlock determines your fate.
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