|scores of solemn promises, ((half an hundred||270|
|mind that:--or perhaps they may be ill-||275|
LYD. There's no bearing his insolence. (Bursts into tears.)
Enter MRS. MALAPROP and SIR ANTHONY.
|MRS. MAL. (entering). Come, we must in||280|
LYD. This is worse than your treachery and deceit, you base ingrate! (Sobbing.)
SIR ANTH. What the devil's the matter now! --
|Z--ds! Mrs. Malaprop, this is the oddest billing||285|
ABS. Ask the lady, sir.
MRS. MAL. O mercy! -- I'm quite analysed, for
|my part! -- Why, Lydia, what is the reason||290|
LYD. Ask the gentleman, ma'am.
SIR ANTH. Z--ds! I shall be in a frenzy! -- Why, Jack, you are not come out to be any one else, are
MRS. MAL. Aye, sir, there's no more trick, is there? -- You are not like Cerberus, three gentlemen at once, are you?
ABS. You'll not let me speak. -- I say the lady
|can account for this much better than I can.||300|
LYD. Ma'am, you once commanded me never to think of Beverley again- there is the man -- I now obey you: -- for, from this moment, I renounce him forever. Exit LYDIA.
|MRS. MAL. O mercy! and miracles! what a||305|
SIR ANTH. Ha! ha! ha! - - ha! ha! ha! -- now I see it -- ha! ha! ha! -- now I see it -- you have been
|too lively, Jack.||315|
ABS. Nay, sir, upon my word -----
SIR ANTH. Come, no lying, Jack -- I'm sure 'twas so.
MRS. MAL. O Lud! Sir Anthony! -- O fie, Cap
ABS. Upon my soul, ma'am
SIR ANTH. Come, no excuses, Jack; -- why, your father, you rogue, was so before you: -- the blood of the Absolutes was always impatient. -- Ha! ha! ha!
|poor little Lydia! -- why, you've frightened||320|
ABS. By all that's good, sir -----
SIR ANTH. Z--ds! say no more, I tell you. -- Mrs. Malaprop shall make your peace. -- You must make
|his peace, Mrs. Malaprop; -- you must tell||325|
|MRS. MAL. O! Sir Anthony! -- O fie, Cap||330|
The North Parade.
Enter SIR Lucius O'TRIGGER.
SIR LUC. I wonder where this Captain Absolute hides himself. -- Upon my conscience! -- these officers are always in one's way in love-affairs: -- I remember I might have married Lady Dorothy
|Carmine, if it had not been for a little rogue of a||5|
|that makes the little creatures be caught, like||10|
Enter CAPTAIN ABSOLUTE.
|ABS. To what fine purpose I have been plot||15|
SIR LUC. O, faith! I'm in the luck of it -- I never could have found him in a sweeter temper for
|my purpose -- to be sure I'm just come in the||25|
|ABS. Upon my word then, you must be a||30|
SIR LUC. That's no reason. -- For give me leave____________________
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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: 829.