woman, full of my sex, a gentle, generous soul -- easy and yielding to soft desires; a spacious heart, where Love and all his train might lodge. And must the fair apartment of my breast be made a stable for a
|brute to lie in?||525|
DOR. Meaning your husband, I suppose?
MRS. SUL. Husband I no, -- even husband is too soft a name for him. -- But, come, I expect my brother here tonight or tomorrow; he was abroad
|when my father married me; perhaps he'll find||530|
DOR. Will you promise not to make yourself easy in the meantime with my lord's friend?
MRS. SUL. You mistake me, sister. It happens
|with us as among the men, the greatest talkers||535|
|met him dressed as he should be, and I un||540|
Exeunt MRS. SULLEN and DORINDA.
Enter AIMWELLand ARCHER, laughing.
ARCH. And the awkward kindness of the good motherly old gentlewoman -----
AIM. And the coming easiness of the young one -- 'Sdeath, 'tis pity to deceive her!
|ARCH. Nay, if you adhere to those principles,||5|
AIM. I can't stop; for I love her to distraction.
ARCH. 'Sdeath, if you love her a hair's breadth beyond discretion, you must go no farther.
AIM. Well, well, anything to deliver us from 10 sauntering away our idle evenings at White's, Tom's, or Will's,1 and be stinted to bear looking at our old acquaintance, the cards, because our impotent pockets can't afford us a guinea for the mercenary
ARCH. Or be obliged to some purse-proud coxcomb for a scandalous bottle, where we must not pretend to our share of the discourse, because we can't pay our club2 o'th' reckoning. Damn it, I had
|rather sponge upon Morris,3? and sup upon a||20|
AIM. And there expose our want of sense by talking criticisms, as we should our want of money by railing at the government.
|ARCH. Or be obliged to sneak into the side-||25|
|AIM. And ten thousand such rascally tricks--||30|
ARCH. Ay, now is the time to prevent all this. - Strike while the iron is hot. --This priest is the
|luckiest part of our adventure; he shad marry||35|
AIM. But I should not like a woman that can be so fond of a Frenchman.
ARCH. Alas, sir! Necessity has no law. The lady
|may be in distress; perhaps she has a confounded||40|
|and indeed of ourselves, that they do stick to||45|
FOI. Sauve you, noble friend.
|AIM. O sir, your servant! Pray, doctor, may||50|
FOI. Fat naam is upon me? My naam is Foigard, joy.
AIM. Foigard! a very good name for a clergyman.6
|Pray, Doctor Foigard, were you ever in Ire||55|
FOI. Ireland! no, joy. Fat sort of plaace is dat saam Ireland? Dey say de people are catched dere when dey are young.
Aim. And some of 'em when they're old-as 60 for example.- (Takes FOIGARD by the shoulder.) Sir, I arrest you as a traitor against the government; you're a subject of England, and this morning showed me a commission, by which you served as chaplain
|in the French army. This is death by our law,||65|
FOI. Upon my shoul, noble friend, dis is strange news you tell me! Fader Foigard a subject of England! de son of a burgomaster of Brussels a sub
|ject of England! ubooboo7 -----||70|