LADY TEAZ. Go -- you are an insinuating wretch!
|But we shall be missed -- let us join the||290|
JOS. SURF. But we had best not return together.
LADY TEAZ. Well, don't stay -- for Maria shan't come to hear any more of your reasoning, I prom
|ise you. Exit LADY TEAZLE.||295|
JOS. SURF. A curious dilemma, truly, my politics have run me into! I wanted, at first, only to ingratiate myself with Lady Teazle, that she might not be my enemy with Maria; and I have, I don't
|know how, become her serious lover. Sincerely||300|
Enter SIR OLIVER SURFACE and ROWLEY.
SIR OLIV. Ha! ha! ha! and so my old friend is married, hey? -- a young wife out of the country. -- Ha! ha ! ha ! -- that he should have stood bluff1 to old bachelor so long, and sink into a husband at last!
|Row. But you must not rally him on the sub||5|
SIR OLIV. Then he has been just half a year on the stool of repentance! -- Poor Peter! But you say he
|has entirely given up Charles -- never sees him,||10|
Row. His prejudice against him is astonishing, and I am sure greatly increased by a jealousy of him with Lady Teazle, which he has been industriously
|led into by a scandalous society in the neighbor-||15|
SIR OLIV. Aye, -- I know there are a set of mali
|cious, prating, prudent gossips, both male and||20|
|you! No, no; -- if Charles has done nothing||25|
Row. Then, my life on't, you will reclaim him. -- Ah, sir, it gives me new life to find that your heart is not turned against him, and that the son of my good
|old master has one friend, however, left.||30|
SIR OLIV. What! shall I forget, Master Rowley, when I was at his years myself? Egad, my brother and I were neither of us very prudent youths -- and yet, I believe, you have not seen many better men
|than your old master was?||35|
Row. Sir, 'tis this reflection gives me assurance that Charles may yet be a credit to his family.-- But here comes Sir Peter.
SIR OLIV. Egad, so he does! -- Mercy on me, he's greatly altered, and seems to have a settled mar 40 ried look! One may read husband in his face at this distance!
Enter SIR PETER TEAZLE.
SIR PET. Hah! Sir Oliver -- my old friend! Welcome to England a thousand times!
SIR OLIV. Thank you, thank you, Sir Peter! 45 and i'faith I am glad to find you well, believe me! SIR PET. Ah! 'tis a long time since we met -- sixteen years, I doubt, Sir Oliver, and many a cross accident in the time.
|SIR OLIV. Aye, I have had my share -- but,||50|
SIR PET. Thank you, thank you, Sir Oliver. -- Yes,
|I have entered into the happy state -- but we'll||55|
SIR OLIV. True, true, Sir Peter; old friends should not begin on grievances at first meeting. No, no, no.
Row. (to SIR OLIVER).* Take care, pray, sir.
|SIR OLIV. Well, so one of my nephews is a||60|
SIR PET. Wild! Ah! my old friend, I grieve for your disappointment there -- he's a lost young man, indeed; however, his brother will make you amends;
|Joseph is, indeed, what a youth should be --||65|
SIR OLIV. I am sorry to hear it -- he has too good a character to be an honest fellow. -- Everybody speaks well of him! Psha! then he has bowed as low
|to knaves and fools as to the honest dignity of||70|
SIR PET. What, Sir Oliver! do you blame him for not making enemies?
SIR OLIV. Yes, if he has merit enough to deserve
SIR PET. Well, well -- you'll be convinced when you know him. 'Tis edification to hear him converse -- he professes the noblest sentiments.
SIR OLIV. Ah, plague of his sentiments! If he
|salutes me with a scrap of morality in his||80|
|hearts -- and my friend Rowley and I have||85|