from whom I have my intelligence, and send you word whereabouts you may stand to see 'em meet. My friend and I'll watch 'em from another place, and dodge1 'em to their private lodging: but don't you
|offer to follow 'em, lest you do it awkwardly,||205|
|AMAN. If you can do this, Berinthia, he's a||210|
BER. I can't help that: men will be so.
AMAN. Well! I'll follow your directions, for I shall never rest till I know the worst of this matter.
|BER. Pray, go immediately, and get your||215|
|SERV. There are chairs at the door, madam.||220|
AMAN. But pray, Berinthia, before you go, tell me how I may know this filthy thing, if she should be so forward (as I suppose she will) to come to the
|rendezvous first; for methinks I would fain||225|
BER. Why, she's about my height, and very well shaped.
AMAN. I thought she had been a little crooked?
|BER. O no, she's as straight as I am. But||230|
[YOUNG FASHION'S lodgings.]
Enter YOUNG FASHION, meeting LORY.
Y. FAS. Well, will the doctor come?
LO. Sir, I sent a porter to him as you ordered me. He found him with a pipe of tobacco and a great tankard of ale, which he said he would dispatch while
|I could tell2 three, and be here.||5|
Y. FAS. He does not suspect 'twas I that sent for him?
LO. Not a jot, sir; he divines as little for himself as he does for other folks.
|Y. FAS. Will he bring nurse with him?||10|
Y. FAS. That's well; where's Coupler?
LO. He's half way up the stairs taking breath; he must play his bellows a little before he can get to the
Y. FAS. Ob, here he is. Well, old phthisic? The doctor's coming.
COUP. Would the pox had the doctor ----- I'm quite out of wind. (To LORY.) Set me a chair,
|sirrah. Ah! (Sits down. To YOUNG FASHION.)||20|
Y. FAS. Because I love to lie as near heaven as I can.
|COUP. Prithee let heaven alone; ne'er affect||25|
Y. FAS. That's impossible. I have too much ill luck in this world to be damned in the next.
COUP. Thou art out in thy logic. Thy major is
|true, but thy minor is false; for thou art the||30|
Y. FAS. Make out that.
COUP. I'll do't: last night the devil ran away with the parson of Fatgoose living.
|Y. FAS. If he had run away with the parish||35|
COUP. I'll tell thee what it's to thee. This living is worth five hundred pound a year, and the presentation of it is thine, if thou canst prove [thy]self a
|lawful husband to Miss Hoyden.||40|
Y. FAS. Say'st thou so, my protector? then i'cad I shall have a brace of evidences here presently.
COUP. The nurse and the doctor?
Y. FAS. The same: the devil himself won't have
|interest enough to make 'em withstand it.||45|
COUP. That we shall see presently: here they come.
Enter Nurse and Chaplain; they start back, seeing
NURSE. Ah goodness, Roger, we are betrayed.
Y. FAS. (laying hold an 'em). Nay, nay, ne'er
|flinch for the matter, for I have you safe. Come,||50|
BOTH (kneeling). Pray, Sir, have companion on us.
NURSE. I hope, Sir, my years will move your 55 pity; I am an aged woman.
COUP. That is a moving argument, indeed.
BULL. I hope, sir, my character will be considered; I am heaven's ambassador.
|COUP. (to BULL). Are not you a rogue of||60|
BULL. Sir, with respect to my function, I do wear a gown.
COUP. Did not you marry this vigorous young
|fellow to a plump young buxom wench?||65|
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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: 299.
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