Charles, my life on't! he will retrieve his errors 55 yet. Their worthy father, once my honored master, was, at his years, nearly as wild a spark; yet, when he died, he did not leave a more benevolent heart to lament his loss.
|SIR PET. You are wrong, blaster Rowley.||60|
|opportunities of judging of their hearts, and I||65|
|if he had any grains of virtue by descent, he||70|
|ROW. I am sorry to find you so violent against||75|
SIR PET. What! let me hear.
|ROW. Sir Oliver is arrived, and at this mo||80|
SIR PET. How! you astonish me! I thought you did not expect him this month.
ROW. I did not; but his passage has been
SIR PET. Egad, I shall rejoice to see my old friend, -- 'tis sixteen years since we met -- we have had many a day together; but does he still enjoin us not to inform his nephews of his arrival?
|ROW. Most strictly. He means, before it is||90|
SIR PET. Ah! There needs no art to discover their merits -- however, he shall have his way; but, pray, does he know I am married?
|ROW. Yes, and will soon wish you joy.||95|
SIR PET. What, as we drink health to a friend in a consumption! Ah, Oliver will laugh at me -- we used to rail at matrimony together -- but he has been steady to his text. Well, he must be at my house, though -- I'll instantly give orders 100 for his reception. But, Master Rowley, don't drop a word that Lady Teazle and I ever disagree.
ROW. By no means.
SIR PET. For I should never be able to stand
|Noll's jokes; so I'd have him think, Lord for||105|
ROW. I understand you -- but then you must be very careful not to differ while he's in the house with you.
|SIR PET. Egad, and so we must -- and||110|
End of Act 1st.
SIR PETER TEAZLE's house.
Enter SIR PETER and LADY TEAZLE.
SIR PET. Lady Teazle, Lady Teazle, I'll not bear it!
LADY TEAZ. Sir Peter, Sir Peter, you may bear it or not, as you please; but I ought to have my
|own way in everything, and what's more, I will||5|
SIR PET. Very well, ma'am, very well, -- so a
|husband is to have no influence, no authority?||10|
|SIR PET. Old enough! -- aye, there it is! --||15|
LADY TEAZ. My extravagance! I'm sure I'm not
|more extravagant than a woman of fashion||20|
SIR PET. No, no, madam, you shall throw away no more sums on such unmeaning luxury. 'Slife! to spend as much to furnish your dressing-room
|with flowers in winter as would suffice to turn||25|
LADY TEAZ. Lord, Sir Peter, am I to blame because flowers are dear in cold weather? You
|should find fault with the climate, and not with||30|
SIR PET. Oons! madam -- if you had been born
|to this, I shouldn't wonder at your talking thus.||35|