|HAR. From other designs I can be nowhere||235|
CHAR. Time flies. Let me persuade you!
HAR. I am resolved to stay here.
CHAR. You distract me. For heaven's sake --
|HAR. I will not think of it.||240|
CHAR. Consider, my angel!
HAR. I do consider, that your conduct has made it absolutely improper for me to trust myself to your care.
CHAR. My conduct! Vexation! 'Sdeath! 245 But then, my dear Harriot, the danger you are in, the necessity --
CHAMB. Oh law, ma'am! such a terrible accident! As sure as I am here, there's a press-gang has seized
|the two gemmin, and is carrying them away,||250|
HAR. Seized by a press-gang! Impossible.
|CHAR. Oh, now the design comes out. But||255|
CHAMB. Lack-a-dasy, ma'am, what can we do? There is master, and John Ostler, and Bootcatcher, all gone a'ter 'em. There is such an uproar as never
HAR. If I thought this was your contrivance, sir, I would never speak to you again.
CHAR. I would sooner die than be guilty of it. This is Lord Trinket's doing, I am sure. I knew he
|had some scheme in agitation, by a letter I||265|
HAR. Ah! (Screams.)
CHAR. Ha! here he comes! Nay, then, it's plain enough. Don't be frighted, my love! I'll protect
|you. But now I must desire you to follow||270|
Enter LORD TRINKET.
L. TRINK. Now, madam! Pox on't, he here again! Nay, then! (Drawing.) Come, sir! You're unarmed, I see. Give up the lady: give her up, I say;
|or I am through you in a twinkling.||275|
(Going to make a pass at CHARLES.)
CHAR. Keep your distance, my lord! I have arms. (Producing a pistol.) If you come a foot nearer, you have a brace of balls through your lordship's head.
|L. TRINK. How? what's this? pistols!||280|
CHAR. At your lordship's service. Sword and pistol, my lord! Those, you know, are our weapons. If this misses, I have the fellow to't in my pocket. Don't be frighted, madam! His lordship
|has removed your friends and relations, but||285|
HAR. Cruel Charles! You know I must go with you now.
|CHAR. A little away from the door, if your||290|
L. TRINK. Sir! 'Sdeath! Madam!
CHAR. A little more round, my lord! (Waving.)
L. TRINK. But, sir! Mr. Oakly!
|CHAR. I have no leisure to talk with your||295|
|ing.) Your lordship's most obedient humble||300|
Manet LORD TRINKET.
(Looking after him, and pausing for a short time.)
[L. TRINK.] I cut a mighty ridiculous figure here, 'pon honor. So, I have been concerting this deep scheme merely to serve him. Oh, the devil take such
|intrigues, and all silly country girls, that can||305|
Enter LORD TRINKET, LADY FREELOVEwith a letter, and CAPTAIN O'CUTTER.
L. TRINK. Was ever anything so unfortunate? Pox on't, captain, how could you make such a strange blunder?
O'CUT. I never tought of a blunder. I was to
|daliver two letters, and if I gave them one||5|
L. FREE. And so, my lord, the ingenious captain gave the letter intended for me to young Oakly, and here he has brought me a challenge.
L. TRINK. Ridiculous! Never was anything 10 so mal-à-propos. Did not you read the direction, captain?
O'CUT. Who, me! Devil burn me, not I. I never rade at all.
|L. TRINK. 'Sdeath, how provoking! When I||15|
L. FREE. Nay, never despair, my lord! Things have happened unluckily, to be sure; and yet, I
|think I could hit upon a method to set every||20|