that aunt of mine, without one worthy particle in her composition, would, I dare be sworn, as soon set her foot in a pest-house, as in a play-house.
MISS RUSPORTenters to him.
|CHARLOTTE. Stop, stay a little, Charles,||210|
CHARLES. Madam! Miss Rusport! what are your commands?
CHARLOTTE. Why so reserved? We had used
|to answer to no other names than those of||215|
CHARLES. What ails you? you've been weeping.
CHARLOTTE. No no; or if I have -- your eyes are full too; but I have a thousand things to say
|to you: before you go, tell me, I conjure you,||220|
CHARLES. I have: but why should you desire to find
|us out? 'tis a poor little inconvenient place;||225|
SERV. Madam, my lady desires your company directly.
CHARLOTTE. I am coming -- well, have you wrote
|it? Give it me. O Charles! either you do||230|
A room in FULMER'S house.
FULMERand MRS. FULMER.
MRS. FULMER. Why, how you sit, musing and moping, sighing and desponding! I'm ashamed of you, Mr. Fulmer: is this the country you described to me, a second Eldorado, rivers of gold and rocks
|of diamonds? You found me in a pretty snug re||5|
|had then a thousand ingenious devices to repair||10|
|wife, praised be my stars! for what have we got,||15|
|help him to what he wants?||20|
FULMER. Patty, you know it is not upon slight grounds that I despair; there had used to be a livelihood to be picked up in this country, both for the honest and dishonest; I have tried each walk,
|and am likely to starve at last: there is not a||25|
MRS. F. Ah! common efforts all: strike me a
|master-stroke, Mr. Fulmer, if you wish to make||30|
FULMER. But where, how, and what? I have blustered for prerogative; I have bellowed for freedom; I have offered to serve my country; I have
|engaged to betray it; a master-stroke, truly;||35|
|science they'd leave off eating.||40|
CAPTAIN DUDLEYcrosses the stage.
MRS. F. Why there now's your lodger, old Captain Dudley, as he calls himself; there's no flint without fire; something might be struck out of him, if you'd the wit to find the way.
|FULMER. Hang him, an old dry-skinned cur||45|
|MRS. F. The more fool he! Would any man||50|
FULMER. His daughter, you mean; she is indeed uncommonly beautiful.
MRS. F. Beautiful! Why she need only be seen
|to have the first men in the kingdom at her||55|
FULMER. Hush; here comes the Captain; good girl, leave us to ourselves, and let me try what I
|can make of him.||60|
MRS. F. Captain, truly; i' faith I'd have a regiment, had I such a daughter, before I was three months older. Exit.
CAPTAIN DUDLEYenters to him.
FULMER. Captain Dudley, good morning to you.
DUDLEY. Mr. Fulmer, I have borrowed a book from your shop; 'tis the sixth volume of my de_ ceased friend Tristram:1 he is a flattering writer to____________________
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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: 728.
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