MED. In a chair.
FOOT. [to DORIMANT]. You may have a hackney coach if you please, sir.
DOR. I may ride the elephant if I please, sir.
|Call another chair and let my coach follow||595|
Be calm ye great parents, etc.
[LADY TOWNLEY'S house.]
Enter my LADY TOWNLEYand EMILIA.
L. TOWN. I was afraid, Emilia, all had been discovered.
EMIL. I tremble with the apprehension still.
L. TOWN. That my brother should take lodgings
|i'the very house where you lie!||5|
EMIL. 'Twas lucky we had timely notice to warn the people to be secret. He seems to be a mighty good-humored old man.
L. TOWN. He ever had a notable smirking way
EMIL. He calls me rogue, tells me he can't abide me, and does so bepat me.
L. TOWN. On my word, you are much in his favor then.
|EMIL. He has been very inquisitive, I am||15|
L. TOWN. I am confident he does not i'the least suspect you are the woman his son's in love with.
|EMIL. What should make him, then, inform||20|
L. TOWN. He was always of a very loving temper himself; it may be he has a doting fit upon him -- who knows?
|EMIL. It cannot be.||25|
Enter YOUNG BELLAIR.
L. TOWN. Here comes my nephew. -- Where did you leave your father?
Y. BELL. Writing a note within. Emilia, this early visit looks as if some kind jealousy would not
|let you rest at home.||30|
EMIL. The knowledge I have of my rival gives me a little cause to fear your constancy.
Y. BELL My constancy! I vow --
EMIL. Do not vow. Our love is frail as is our life
|and full as little in our power; and are you sure||35|
Y. BELL. I am not; but when we are in perfect health, 'twere an idle thing to fright ourselves with the thoughts of sudden death.
|L. TOWN. Pray, what has passed between||40|
Y. BELL. He's firm in his resolution, tells me I must marry Mrs. Harriet, or swears he'll marry himself and disinherit me. When I saw I could not
|prevail with him to be more indulgent, I dis||45|
Enter OLD BELLAIR with a note in his hand.
L. TOWN. Peace, here he comes!
|O. BELL. Harry, take this and let your man||50|
|best of your acquaintance. I like her counte||55|
L. TOWN. I know her value, brother, and esteem her accordingly.
|O. BELL. Advise her to wear a little more||60|
L. TOWN. The fault is very excusable in a young woman.
O. BELL. Nay, a dod, I like her ne'er the worse.
|A melancholy beauty has her charms. I love||65|
L. TOWN. Methinks you speak very feelingly, brother.
|O. BELL. I am but five and fifty, sister, you||70|
|time, mum, I can't abide you! go, I can't abide||75|
Enter YOUNG BELLAIR.
-- Harry, come! you must along with me to my Lady Woodvill's. -- I am going to slip the boy at3 a mistress.
|Y. BELL. At a wife, sir, you would say.||80|
O. BELL. You need not look so glum, sir; a wife is no curse when she brings the blessing of a good estate with her; but an idle town flirt, with a painted face, a rotten reputation, and a crazy fortune, a dod!____________________