BEV. JUN. Nor cards, nor dice.
BEV. JUN. Nor bottle companions.
|BEV. JUN. Nor loose women.||330|
IND. No, I'm sure he does not.
BEV. JUN. Take my word, then, if your admired hero is not liable to any of these kind of demands, there's no such pre-eminence in this as you imagine.
|Nay, this way of expense you speak of is what||335|
IND. But still I insist, his having no private in
|terest in the action makes it prodigious, al||340|
BEY. JUN. Dear madam, I never knew you more mistaken. Why, who can be more an usurer than he who lays out his money in such valuable purchases?
|If pleasure be worth purchasing, how great a||345|
|man's own pocket? What could a man do||350|
|IND. Well! the more you argue against it,||355|
BEV. JUN. Nay, nay! -- then, madam, 'tis time to fly, after a declaration that my opinion strengthens my adversary's argument. I had best hasten to
|my appointment with Mr. Myrtle, and be gone||360|
ISAB. Well, madam, what think you of him now, pray?
|IND. I protest, I begin to fear he is wholly||365|
ISAB. Ah! dear niece! don't be in fear of both!
|I'll warrant you, you will know time enough||370|
IND. You please me when you tell me so, for if he has any wishes towards me I know he will not pursue them but with honor.
|ISAB. I wish I were as confident of one as||375|
|bled, guilty look!||380|
IND. But did you observe any such thing, really? I thought he looked most charmingly graceful! How engaging is modesty in a man when one knows there is a great mind within! So tender a confusion!
|and yet, in other respects, so much himself,||385|
ISAB. Ah, niece! there is a sort of bashfulness which is the best engine1 to carry on a shameless purpose: some men's modesty serves their wicked
|ness, as hypocrisy gains the respect due to pi||390|
|IND. Till what?||395|
ISAB. Till I know whether Mr. Myrtle and Mr. Bevil are really friends or foes. And that I will be convinced of before I sleep, for you shall not be deceived.
|IND. I'm sure I never shall if your fears can||400|
As conscious honor all his actions steers,
|So conscious innocence dispels my fears.||405|
Scene, SEALAND'S house.
Enter TOM, meeting PHILLIS.
TOM. Well, Phillis! -- what! with a face as if you had never seen me before? -- [Aside.] What a work have I to do now? She has seen some new visitant at their house, whose airs she has catched, and is
|resolved to practise them upon me. Number||5|
|taller, a bit shorter than I am at this instant.||15|
PHIL. Did ever anybody doubt, Master Thomas, but that you were extremely satisfied with your sweet self?
TOM. I am, indeed. The thing I have least reason____________________