it not been for some powerful considerations which
|will be removed tomorrow morning, I had||385|
Enter a Footman.
MED. Here comes a man from Bellair with news of your last adventure.
|DOR. I am glad he sent him; I long to||390|
FOOTM. Sir, my master desires you to come to my Lady Townley's presently1 and bring Mr. Medley with you. My Lady Woodvill and her
|daughter are there.||395|
MED. Then all's well, Dorimant.
FOOTM. They have sent for the fiddles and mean to dance. He bid me tell you, sir, the old lady does not know you, and would have you own yourself to
|be Mr. Courtage. They are all prepared to||400|
DOR. That foppish admirer of quality, who flatters the very meat at honorable tables and never offers love to a woman below a lady-grandmother.
|MED. You know the character you are to||405|
DOR. This is Harriet's contrivance -- wild, witty, lovesome, beautiful, and young! -- Come along,
|MED. This new woman would well supply||410|
DOR. That business must not end so; before tomorrow sun is set I will revenge and clear it.
And you and Loveit, to her cost, shall find,
|I fathom all the depths of womankind. Exeunt.||415|
[LADY TOWNLEY's drawing-room.]
The scene opens with the fiddles playing a country dance. Enter DORIMANT and LADY WOODVILLL, YOUNG, BELLAIR and MRS. HARRIET, OLD BELLAIR and EMILIA, MR. MEDLEYand LADY TOWNLEY, as having just ended the dance.
O. BELL. So, so, so! -- a smart bout, a very smart bout, a dod!
L. TOWN. How do you like Emilia's dancing, brother?
|O. BELL. Not at all -- not at all!||5|
L. TOWN. You speak not what you think, I am sure.
O. BELL. No matter for that; go, bid her dance no more. It don't become her -- it don't become her. Tell her I say so. (Aside.) A dod, I love 10 her!
DOR. (to LADY WOODVILL). All people mingle nowadays, madam. And in public places women of quality have the least respect showed 'em.
|L. WOOD. I protest you say the truth, Mr.||15|
DOR. Forms and ceremonies, the only things that uphold quality and greatness, are now shamefully laid aside and neglected.
|L. WOOD. Well, this is not the women's age,||20|
DOR. The women, indeed, are little beholding to the young men of this age; they're generally only
|dull admirers of themselves, and make their||25|
|L. WOOD. I protest you hit 'em.||30|
DOR. They are very assiduous to show themselves at court, well dressed, to the women of quality, but their business is with the stale mistresses of the town, who are prepared to receive their lazy addresses by
|industrious old lovers who have cast 'em off and||35|
HAR. [to MEDLEY]. He fits my mother's humor so well, a little more and she'll dance a kissing dance with him anon.
|MED. Dutifully observed, madam.||40|
DOR. [to LADY WOODVILL]. They pretend to be great critics in beauty. By their talk you would think they liked no face, and yet [they] can dote on an ill one if it belong to a laundress or a tailor's
|daughter. They cry, 'A woman's past her||45|
L. WOOD. Unsufferable at thirty! That they are in the wrong, Mr. Courtage, at five-and-thirty, there
|are living proofs enough to convince 'em.||50|
DOR. Ay, madam. There's Mrs. Setlooks, Mrs. Droplip, and my Lady Lowd; show me among all our opening buds a face that promises so much beauty as the remains of theirs.
|L. WOOD. The depraved appetite of this||55|
DOR. Else so many deserving women, madam, would not be so untimely neglected.
|L. WOOD. I protest, Mr. Courtage, a dozen||60|
|laughter.) -- What's the matter there?||65|
MED. A pleasant mistake, madam, that a lady has made, occasions a little laughter.____________________
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Publication information: Book title: British Dramatists from Dryden to Sheridan. Contributors: George Henry Nettleton - Editor, Arthur Eillicot Case - Editor. Publisher: Boston ; Houghton Mifflin company,.. Place of publication: Boston; New York. Publication year: 1939. Page number: 180.