VAR. What right have you, pray, to take this paper from me?
O'FLAHERTY. What right have you, pray, to keep
|it from young Dudley? I don't know what it||55|
|VAR. Well, sir, I may as well make a grace of||60|
O'FLAHERTY. Five thousand pounds! Mercy upon me! When there are such temptations in the
|law, can we wonder if some of the corps are a||65|
VAR. Well, you have got the paper; if you are an honest man, give it to Charles Dudley.
O'FLAHERTY. An honest man! look at me, friend,
|I am a soldier, this is not the livery of a knave;||70|
|pillory of its due.||75|
VAR. I wish I was once fairly out of his sight.
A room in STOCKWELL'S house.
STOCK. I must disclose myself to Belcour; this noble instance of his generosity, which old Dudley has been relating, allies me to him at once; concealment becomes too painful; I shall be proud to own
|him for my son -- But see, he's here.||5|
BELCOURenters and throws himself on a sofa.
BEL. O my curst tropical constitution! Would to heaven I had been dropped upon the snows of Lapland, and never felt the blessed influence of the sun, so I had never burnt with these inflammatory
STOCK. So, so, you seem disordered, Mr. Belcour.
BEL. Disordered, sir! why did I ever quit the soil in which I grew; what evil planet drew me from that warm sunny region, where naked nature walks with
|out disguise, into this cold contriving artificial||15|
STOCK. Come, sir, you've met a rascal; what o' that? general conclusions are illiberal.
BEL. No, sir, I've met reflection by the way; I've
|come from folly, noise, and fury, and met a||20|
STOCK. Alas! my heart bleeds for him.
BEL. And yet, I might have heard him: now
|plague upon that blundering Irishman for com||25|
STOCK. Oh, sir; make no excuse. I think you
|have not found me forward to pry into the||30|
BEL. Ah, sir, mine is a case wherein you and I
|shall never think alike; the punctilious rules, by||35|
STOCK. 'Tis very well, sir; if you think I can
|render you any service; it may be worth your||40|
BEL. That sentiment demands my confidence: pray, sit down by me. You must know, I have an
|affair of honor on my hands with young Dudley;||45|
STOCK. I know the young man, and am apprised of your generosity to his father; what can have bred
|a quarrel between you?||50|
BEL. A foolish passion on my side, and a haughty provocation on his. There is a girl, Mr. Stockwell, whom I have unfortunately seen, of most uncommon beauty; she has withal an air of so much natural
|modesty, that had I not had good assurance of||55|
Stock. Hey-day, do you interrupt us?
|SERV. Sir, there's an Irish gentleman will||60|
BEL. Admit him; 'tis the Irish officer that parted us, and brings me young Dudley's challenge; I
|should have made a long story of it, and he'll||65|
O'FLAHERTY. Save you, my dear; and you, sir! I have a little bit of a word in private for you.
BEL. Pray deliver your commands; this gentle
|man is my intimate friend.||70|
O'FLAHERTY. Why then, Ensign Dudley will be glad to measure swords with you, yonder at the London Tavern, in Bishopsgate-Street, at nine o'clock -- you know the place.
|BEL. I do; and shall observe the appointment.||75|