is the old lady's glass; and she has left some of her
|wrinkles on it. How frightfully have I put||40|
CHARLES DUDLEYcomes in unobserved.
CHARLES. That I deny.
CHARLES. Quarrelling with your glass, cousin? Make it up; make it up and be friends; it cannot
|compliment you more than by reflecting you as||5|
CHARLOTTE, Well I vow, my dear Charles, that is delightfully said, and deserves my very, best curtesy: your flattery, like a rich jewel, has a value
|not only from its superior lustre, but from its||10|
CHARLES. And! ought to ask pardon of your
|good sense for having done it now.||15|
CHARLOTTE. Nay, now you relapse again: don't you know, if you keep well with a woman on the great score of beauty, she'll never quarrel with you on the trifling article of good sense? But
|anything serves to fill up a dull yawning hour||20|
CHARLES. Oh! fie upon you, fie upon you.
CHARLOTTE. You blush, and the reason is
|apparent, you are a novice at hypocrisy; but no||25|
|CHARLES. By your question, I see you acquit||30|
CHARLOTTE. But why impertinence? Why the impertinence of being in love? You have one language for me, Charles, and another for the
|woman of your affection.||35|
CHARLES. You are mistaken; the woman of my affection shall never hear any other language from me than what I use to you.
CHARLOTTE. I am afraid, then, you'll never
|make yourself understood by her.||40|
CHARLES. It is not fit I should; there is no need of love to make me miserable; 'tis wretchedness enough to be a beggar.
CHARLOTTE. A beggar do you call yourself! O
|Charles, Charles, rich in every merit and accom||45|
|CHARLES. You distress me, I must beg to||50|
CHARLOTTE. Well, I can be silent -- Thus does he always serve me, whenever I am about to disclose myself to him.
|CHARLES. Why do you not banish me and||55|
CHARLOTTE. Ay, wherefore do I not, since you never allowed me a place in yours? But go, sir, I have no right to stay you; go where your heart
|directs you, go to the happy, the distinguished||60|
CHARLES. Now, by all that's good, you do me wrong: there is no such fair one for me to go to, nor have I an acquaintance amongst the sex, your
|self excepted, which answers to that description.||65|
CHARLES. In very truth: there then let us drop the subject. May you be happy though I never can!
CHARLOTTE. O, Charles! give me your hand; if I
|have offended you, I ask you pardon; you have||70|
CHARLES. Thus, my dear Charlotte, let us seal our reconciliation. (Kissing her hand.) Bear with
|thy infirmities! By heaven, I know not anyone||75|
CHARLOTTE. And you are now taking the very course to augment that failing. A thought strikes
|me: I have a commission that you must abso||80|
|baubles I have no use for), carry it to our op||85|
CHARLES. Dear Charlotte, what are you about
|to do? How can you possibly want two hun||90|
CHARLOTTE. How can I possibly do without it, you mean? Doesn't every lady want two hundred pounds? Perhaps I have lost it at play; perhaps I
|mean to win as much to it; perhaps I want it for||95|
CHARLES. Pooh! pooh! all this is nothing; don't I know you never play?
CHARLOTTE. You mistake; I have a spirit to set
|not only this trifle, but my whole fortune, upon||100|