L. FOP. Od so! Ladies, the court's coming home, I see; shall not we make our bows?
L. BET. Oh, by all means!
L. EA. Lady Betty, I must leave you, for I'm
|obliged to write letters, and I know you won't||95|
L. BET. Well, my dear, I'll make a short visit and be with you.
Exit LADY EASY.
Pray, what's become of my Lady Graveairs!
|L. MO. Oh, I believe she's gone home,||100|
L. FOP. And where's Sir Charles, my lord?
L. MO. I left him at his own lodgings.
L. BET. He's upon some ramble, I'm afraid.
|L. FOP. Nay, as for that matter, a man may||105|
The scene changes to SIR CHARLES'S lodgings.
Enter LADY EASYand a Servant.
L. EA. Is your master come home?
SERV. Yes, madam.
L. EA. Where is he?
SERV. I believe, madam, he's laid down to sleep.
|L. EA. Where's Edging? Bid her get me some||5|
The scene opens, and discovers SIR CHARLES without his periwig, and EDGING by him, both asleep in two easy chairs.
Then enter LADY EASY, Who starts and trembles some time, unable to speak.
L. EA. Ha!
Protect me, virtue, patience, reason!
Teach me to bear this killing sight, or let
Me think my dreaming senses are deceived!
|For sure a sight like this might raise the arm||5|
Now wake him in his guilt,
And barefaced front him with my wrongs.
|I'll talk to him till he blushes, nay till he -----||10|
Is all that's left to me -----
And duty, too, forbids me to insult,
|Where I have vowed obedience. Perhaps||15|
That warm the heart to love.
Somewhere there is a fault:
|But heav'n best knows what both of us deserve.||20|
But heav'n, offended, may o'ertake his crime,
And, in some languishing distemper, leave him
|A severe example of its violated laws.||25|
(Takes a steinkirk1 off her neck, and lays it gently on his head.)
And if he should wake offended at my too busy care, let my heart-breaking patience, duty, and my fond
|affection plead my pardon. Exit.||30|
SIR CHA. How now I what's the matter?
EDG. Oh, bless my soul! my lady's come home.
SIR CHA. Go! go then! (Bell rings.)
|EDG. O lud! My head's in such a condition,||35|
SIR CHA. How now! (Feeling the steinkirk upon his head). What's this? How came it here? (Puts on his
|wig.) Did not I see my wife wear this today?||40|
|the door neither! -- 'twas foolish. It must be||45|
|ing! and how often have these empty pleasures||50|
|ible a figure must I have made to her! A crowd||55|