TOM. Quite alone -- only a servant-maid, please your honor.
RUS. And what part of the town did they go
TOM. John Ostler says as how, they bid the coachman drive to Grosvenor Square.
SIR H. Soho, puss! yoic[k]s!1
RUS. She is certainly gone to that young rogue.
|He has got his aunt to fetch her from hence.||180|
|rant you. I'll teach my young mistress to be||185|
SIR H. Soho! hark forward! wind 'em and cross
|'em! hark forward! yoic[k]s! yoic[k]s! Exeunt.||190|
Scene changes to OAKLY'S.
MRS. OAK. After all, that letter was certainly intended for my husband. I see plain enough they are all in a plot against me: my husband intriguing, the Major working him up to affront me, Charles
|owning his letters, and so playing into each||5|
|of him. Here he comes. How hard it is to dis||15|
O, my dear! I am very glad to see you. Pray sit down. (They sit.) I longed to see you. It 20 seemed an age till I had an opportunity of talking over the silly affair that happened this morning.
OAK. Why really, my dear --
MRS. OAK. Nay, don't look so grave now. Come, it's all over. Charles and you have cleared up 25 matters. I am satisfied.
OAK. Indeed! I rejoice to hear it. You make me happy beyond my expectation. This disposition will insure our felicity. Do but lay aside your
|cruel, unjust suspicion, and we should never||30|
MRS. OAK. Indeed I begin to think so. I'll endeavor to get the better of it. And really sometimes it is very ridiculous. My uneasiness this
|morning, for instance! ha, ha, ha! to be so much||35|
OAK. Don't mention it. Let us both forget it.
|Your present cheerfulness makes amends for||40|
MRS. OAK. I am apt to be too violent: I love you too well to be quite easy about you. (Fondly.) Well; no matter. What is become of Charles?
|OAK. Poor fellow! he is on the wing, ram||45|
MRS. OAK. Where is he gone, pray?
OAK. First of all, I believe, to some of her relations.
MRS. OAK. Relations! who are they? where
|do they live?||50|
OAK. There is an aunt of hers lives just in the neighborhood -- Lady Freelove.
MRS. OAK. Lady Freelove! O, ho! gone to Lady Freelove's, is he? And do you think he will hear
|anything of her?||55|
OAK. I don't know; but I hope so, with all my soul.
MRS. OAK. Hope! with all your soul! Do you hope so? (Alarmed.)
OAK. Hope so! Ye-yes. Why, don't you hope
MRS. OAK. Well! Yes, (recovering) O, ay, to be sure. I hope it of all things. You know, my dear, it must give me great satisfaction, as well as yourself, to see Charles well settled.
|OAK. I should think so; and really I don't||65|
MRS. OAK. You are well acquainted with her then?
|OAK. To be sure, my dear; after seeing her so||70|
MRS. OAK. So often! OAK. O, ay, very often -- Charles took care
|of that -- almost every day.||75|
MRS. OAK. Indeed! But, pray -- a -- a -- a -- I say, -- a -- a (Confused.)
OAK. What do you say, my dear?
MRS. OAK. I say -- a -- a -- (Stammering.) Is
OAK. Prodigiously handsome indeed.
MRS. OAK. Prodigiously handsome! And is she reckoned a sensible girl?
OAK. A very sensible, modest, agreeable young
|lady as ever I knew. You would be ex||85|
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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: 686.
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