MRS. SUL. But I must tell you, sir, that this is
|not to be borne.||115|
SUL. I'm glad on't.
MRS. SUL. What is the reason, sir, that you use me thus inhumanely?
SUL. Get things ready to shave my head.
Exit [followed by SCRUB].
MRS. SUL. Have a care of coming near his temples, Scrub, for fear you meet something there that may turn the edge of your razor. -- Inveterate stupidity! did you ever know so hard, so ob 125 stinate a spleen as his? O sister, sister! I shall never ha' good of the beast till I get him to town: London, dear London, is the place for managing and breaking a husband.
|DOR. And has not a husband the same op||130|
MRS. SUL. No, no, child, 'tis a standing maxim in conjugal discipline, that when a man would en- slave his wife, he hurries her into the country; and when a lady would be arbitrary with her hus 135 band, she wheedles her booby up to town. A man dare not play the tyrant in London, because there are so many examples to encourage the subject to rebel. O Dorinda, Dorinda! a fine woman may do
|anything in London: o'my conscience, she may||140|
DOR. I fancy, sister, you have a mind to be trying your power that way here in Lichfield; you have drawn the French count to your colors already.
|MRS. SUL. The French are a people that||145|
DOR. And some English that I know, sister, are not averse to such amusements.
MRS. SUL--Well, sister, since the truth must out,
|it may do as well now as hereafter; I; think one||150|
|hands of a fool, till he hears men of sense bid||155|
DOR. This might do, sister, if my brother's understanding were to be convinced into a passion for you; but I fancy there's a natural aversion of his
|side; and I fancy, sister, that you don't come||160|
MRS. SUL. I own it, we are united contradictions, fire and water. But I could be contented, with a great many other wives, to humor the censorious
|mob, and give the world an appearance of living||165|
DOR. But how do you know, sister, but that, instead of rousing your husband by this artifice to a
|counterfeit kindness, he shouild awake in a real||170|
Mrs. SUL. Let him: if I can't entice him to the one, I would provoke him to the other.
DOR. But how must I behave myself between ye?
|Mrs. SUL. You must assist me.||175|
DOR. What, against my own brother!
Mrs. SUL. He's but half a brother, and I'm your entire friend. If I go a step beyond the bounds of honor, leave me; till then, I expect you should go
|along with me in everything; while I trust my||180|
DOR. 'Tis a strange thing, sister, that I can't like that man.
|Mrs. SUL. You like nothing; your time is||185|
Enter AIMWELLdressed, and ARCHER.
AIM. And was she the daughter of the house?
ARCH. The landlord is so blind as to think so; but I dare swear she has better blood in her veins.
AIM. Why dost think so?
|ARCH. Because the baggage has a pert je ne||5|
AIM. By which discoveries I guess that you know more of her.
|ARCH. Not yet, faith; the lady gives herself||10|
AIM. Let me take her in hand.
ARCH. Say one word more o' that, and I'll declare myself, spoil your sport there, and everywhere else;
|look ye, Aimwell, every man in his own sphere.||15|
AIM. Right; and therefore you must pimp for your master.
ARCH. In the usual forms, good sir, after I have served myself.-- But to our business. You are so
|well dressed, Tom, and make so handsome a||20|
AIM. There's something in that which may turn
|to advantage. The appearance of a stranger in||25|
|Do you know him?' Then I sir, tips me the||30|