SOPHIA. What! an abandoned, rash, profligate male-coquette, a wretch who can assume passions he never feels and sport with our sex's
|frailties. Fie, fie, Bell.||10|
ARABELLA. Well, well, you are too angry to be merciful. If he is such a monster, I aM glad you are out of his clutches, and that you can so easily resign him to another.
SOPHIA. To another? There is not that woman, be she ever so handsome, that I hate enough to wish her so much evil. And happy it is for you, Bell, that you have a heart to resist his allurements.
ARABELLA. Yes, I thank my stars. I am not so susceptible of impressions of that kind. And yet I won't swear, if an agreeable man--I--I --
SOPHIA. No, no, Bell, you are not absolute stone; you may be mollified.
|(Aside.) She is confounded.||20|
ARABELLA (aside). Surely he has not betrayed me. 'Tis impossible; I cannot be deceived.
SOPHIA. Well, shall we go in to the ladies and Mr. Tukely? Were they not surprised when he opened the business to 'em?
ARABELLA. 'Twas the finest scene imaginable. You could see, though they all endeavored to hide their liking to Daffodil, all were uneasy at Tukely's discovery. At first they objected to his scheme, but they began to listen to his proposal the moment I was called out to you. What farther he intends is a secret to us all. But here he
|comes, and without the ladies.||30|
TUKELY. Pray, Miss Bell--Bless me! Miss Sophy returned? I dare not ask, and yet if my eyes do not flatter my heart, your looks --
SOPHIA. Don't rely too much upon looks, Mr. Tukely.
TUKELY. Madam, why sure --
SOPHIA. Don't imagine, I say, that you can always see the mind in the face.
TUKELY. I can see, Madam, that your mind is not disposed to wish or make me happy.
SOPHIA. Did not I bid you not to rely upon looks? For do you know
|now that my mind is at this time most absolutely disposed to do||40|
TUKELY. Then I have nothing more to wish or ask of fortune. (Kneels and kisses her hand.)
ARABELLA. Come, come, this is no time to attend to one, when you have so many ladies to take care of.
TUKELY. I will not yet inquire into your adventures 'till I have accomplished my own. The ladies within have at last agreed to attend me this evening, where, if you have a mind to finish the picture
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Publication information: Book title: The Plays of David Garrick:A Complete Collection of the Social Satires, French Adaptations, Pantomimes, Christmas and Musical Plays, Preludes, Interludes, and Burlesques. Volume: 1. Contributors: Harry William Pedicord - Editor, Fredrick Louis Bergmann - Editor, David Garrick - Author. Publisher: Southern Illinois University Press. Place of publication: Carbondale, IL. Publication year: 1980. Page number: 155.