L. FOP. Ay! ay! we'll all come.
L. EA. Then pray let's change parties a little. My Lord Foppington, you shall squire me.
|L. FOP. Oh! you do me honor, madam.||535|
L. BET. My Lord Morelove, pray let me speak with you.
L. MO. Me, madam?
L. BET. If you please, my lord.
|L. MO. (aside). Ha! that look shot through||540|
L. BET. This is no proper place to tell you what it is, but there is one thing I'd fain be truly answered in: I suppose your be at my Lady Easy's by and
|by, and if you'll give me leave there -----||545|
L. MO. If you please to do me that honor, madam, I shall certainly be there.
L. BET. That's all, my lord.
L. MO. Is not your ladyship for walking?
|L. BET. If your lordship dares venture with||550|
L. MO. (taking her hand). Oh, madam! (Aside.) How my heart dances; what heavenly music's in her voice, when softened into kindness.
|L. BET. (aside). Ha! his hand trembles --||555|
L. FOP. My Lady Graveairs, you won't let Sir Charles leave us?
L. GRA. No, my lord, we'll follow you. (To SIR
|CHARLES.) Stay a little.||560|
SIR CHA. I thought your ladyship designed to follow 'em.
L. GRA. Perhaps I'd speak with you.
SIR CHA. But, madam, consider we shall cer
|tainly be observed.||565|
L. GRA. Lord, sir! If you think it such a favor -----! Exit hastily.
Is she gone? Let her go; [faith, boys, I care not;
I'll not sue after her, I dare not, I dare not.]1
The scene continues.
Enter SIR CHARLES and LORD MORELOVE.
SIR CHA. Come a little this way! -- my Lady Graveairs had an eye upon me as I stole off, and I'm apprehensive will make use of any opportunity to talk with me.
|L. MO. Oh, we are pretty safe here. Well,||5|
SIR CHA. Ay, my lord -- I say, notwithstanding all this sudden change of her behavior, I would not have you yet be too secure of her, for, between you
|and 1, since, as I told you, I have professed my||10|
|L. MO. Not unlikely: but still, can we make||15|
SIR CHA. That's what I have been thinking of. Look you! -- death! my Lady Graveairs!
L. MO. Hal! She will have audience, I find.
|SIR CHA. There's no avoiding her. The truth||20|
|her an answer and be with you in a moment.||25|
L. MO. Very well, I'll stay there for you.
Exit LORD MORELOVE.
Enter LADY GRAVEAIRS on the other side.
L. GRA. Sir Charles!
SIR CHA. Come, come, no more of these reproachful looks! You'll find, madam, I have deserved
|better of you than your jealousy imagines. Is||30|
|L. GRA. May I believe you?||35|
SIR CHA. Still doubting my fidelity, and mistaking my discretion for want of good nature.
L. GRA. Don't think me troublesome -- for I confess 'tis death to think of parting with you.
|Since the world sees, for you I have neglected||40|
|ridicule me, too, and say my foolish vanity un||45|
SIR CHA. You wrong me to suppose the thought; you'll have better of me when we meet. When shall you be at leisure?
|L. GRA. I confess I would see you once again;||50|
SIR CHA. You know we have company, and I'm
|afraid they'll stay too late. Can't it be before||55|