with the caution of a jockey, and pays no more compliment to her personal charms than if she were a
|mere breeding animal.||60|
BEV. JUN. Are you sure that is not affected? I have known some women sooner set on fire by that sort of negligence than by --
MYRT. No, no! hang him, the rogue has no art;
|it is pure, simple insolence and stupidity.||65|
BEV. JUN. Yet with all this, I don't take him for a fool.
MYRT. I own the man is not a natural;1 he has a very quick sense, though very slow understanding.
|He says, indeed, many things that want only the||70|
BEV. JUN. Well, you may be sure of me if you can disappoint him; but my intelligence says the mother
|has actually sent for the conveyancer to draw||75|
|MYRT. Pshaw! a poor, troublesome woman.||80|
|BEV. JUN. Well, sir, and I can tell you that's||85|
|it soon must -- to an open rupture, how are you||90|
MYRT. There you are right, indeed; that must be provided against. Do you know who are her counsel?
|BEV. JUN. Yes, for your service I have found||95|
|and confound matters a little; besides, it may||100|
MYRT. As how, pray?
BEV. JUN. Why can't you slip on a black wig and
|a gown, and be old Bramble yourself?||105|
MYRT. Ha! I don't dislike it. -- But what shall I do for a brother in the case?
BEV. JUN. What think you of my fellow Tom? The rogue's intelligent, and is a good mimic. All his
|part will be but to stutter heartily, for that's||110|
|MYRT. I like it of all things. If you'll send||115|
|BEV. JUN. I'll warrant you success. So far||120|
MYRT. Dear Bevil, though I know you are my
|friend, yet when I abstract myself from my||125|
BEV. JUN. Dear Myrtle, I am as much obliged to you for the cause of your suspicion as I am offended
|at the effect; but be assured, I am taking meas||130|
MYRT. Well, I'll promise you to be as easy and as confident as I can, though I cannot but remember
|that I have more than life at stake on your fi||135|
BEV. JUN. Then depend upon it, you have no chance against you.
MYRT. Nay, no ceremony-you know I must
|be going. Exit MYRTLE.||140|
BEY. JUN. Well! This is another instance of the perplexities which arise, too, in faithful friendship. We must often in this life go on in our good offices even under the displeasure of those to whom
|we do them, in compassion to their weaknesses||145|
|such a crisis, must be every hour she thinks on||150|
|approbation, yet that confines me not from||155|
|And love has ever its allays2 of pain. Exit.||160|
Enter ISABELLA and INIDIANA in her own lodgings.
ISAB. Yes, I say 'tis artifice, dear child: I say to thee again and again, 'tis all skill and management.
IND. Will you persuade me there can be an ill design in supporting me in the condition of a woman of
|quality -- attended, dressed, and lodged like||5|
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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: 451.