other great assemblies, divided into parties -- High- roomians and Low-roomians;1 however, for my part, I have resolved to stand neuter; and so I told Bob Brush at our last committee.
|((COACH. But what do the folks do here?||85|
((FAG. Oh! there are little amusements enough. --)) In the morning we go to the Pump-room (though neither my master nor I drink the waters); after breakfast we saunter on the Parades, or play a game
|at billiards; at night we dance: but d--n the||90|
|Thomas -- you'll like him much.||95|
COACH. Sure I know Mr. Du-Peigne -- you know his master is to marry Madam Julia. FAG. I had forgot. -- But Thomas, you must polish a little -- indeed you must. -- Here now -- this
|wig! what the devil do you do with a wig.||100|
COACH. More's the pity! more's the pity, I say -- Odd's life! when I heard how the lawyers and doctors
|had took to their own hair, I thought how||105|
|lawyers and doctors may do as they will.||110|
FAG. Well, Thomas, we'll not quarrel about that.
COACH. Why, bless you, the gentlemen of they professions ben't all of a mind -- for in our village now, tho'ff5 Jack Gauge, the exciseman, has ta'en
|to his carrots,6 there's little Dick, the farrier,||115|
FAG. Indeed! well said, Dick! But hold -- mark! mark! Thomas.
|COACH. Zooks!8 'tis the Captain! -- Is||120|
FAG. No! no! that is Madam Lucy -- my master's mistress's maid. --They lodge at that house -- but I must after him to tell him the news.
|COACH. Odd! he's giving her money! --||125|
FAG. Good-bye, Thomas. -- I have an appointment in Gyde's Porch9 this evening at eight; meet me there, and we'll make a little party.
A dressing-room in MRS. MALAPROP'S
LYDIA sitting on a sofa, with a book in her hand. --
LUCY, as just returned from a message.
LUCY. Indeed, ma'am, I traversed half the town in search of it: -- I don't believe there's a circulating library in Bath I ha'n't been at.
LYD. And could not you get The Reward of
LUCY. No, indeed, ma'am.
LYD. Nor The Fatal Connection?
LUCY. No, indeed, ma'am.
LYD. Nor The Mistakes of the Heart?
|LUCY. Ma'am, as ill-luck would have it, Mr.||10|
LYD. Heigh-ho! -- Did you inquire for The Delicate Distress? --
|LUCY. Or The Memoirs of Lady Woodford?||15|
|for a Christian to read.||30|
LYD. Heigh-ho! -- Yes, I always know when Lady Slattern has been before me. -- She has a most observing thumb; and I believe cherishes her nails for the convenience of making marginal notes. -- Well,
|child, what have you brought me?||25|
LUCY. Oh! here, ma'am. (Taking books from under her cloak, and from her pockets.) This is The Gordian Knot, -- and this Peregrine Pickle. Here are The Tears of Sensibility and Humphry Clinker.
|This is The Memoirs of a Lady of Quality, written||30|
LYD. Heigh-ho! -- What are those books by the glass?
|LUCY. The great one is only The Whole Duty||35|
LYD. Very well -- give me the sal volatile.
LUCY. Is it in a blue cover, ma'am?____________________