CHER. Two thousand pound that I have this minute in my own custody; so, throw off your livery this instant, and I'll go find a parson.
ARCH. What said you? A parson!
CHER. What! do you scruple? 240
ARCH. Scruple! no, no, but -- Two thousand pound, you say?
CHER. And better.
ARCH. [aside]. 'Sdeath, what shall I do? -- [Aloud.] But hark'ee, child, what need YOU 245 make me master of yourself and money, when you may have the same pleasure out of me, and still keep your fortune in your hands?
CHER. Then you won't marry me?
ARCH. I would marry you, but----- 250
CHER O sweet sir, I'm your humble servant! you're fairly caught: would you persuade me that any gentleman who could bear the scandal of wearing a livery would refuse two thousand pound, let the condition be what it would? No, no, sir. 255But I hope you'll pardon the freedom I have taken, since it was only to inform myself of the respect that I ought to pay you. (Going.)
ARCH. [aside]. Fairly bit, by Jupiter! -- Hold! hold! And have you actually two thousand 260 pound?
CHER. Sir, I have my secrets as well as you; when you please to be more open, I shall be more free, and be assured that I have discoveries that will match yours, be what they will -- in the meanwhile, 265 be satisfied that no discovery I make shall ever hurt you; but beware of my father! [Exit.]
ARCH. So! we're like to have as many adventures in our inn as Don Quixote had in his.1 Let me see -- two thousand pound! If the wench would 270 promise to die when the money were spent, igad, one would marry her; but the fortune may go off in a year or two, and the wife may live--Lord knows how long. Then an innkeeper's daughter! ay, that's the devil -- there my pride brings me off. 275
For whatsoe'er the sages charge on pride,
The angels' fall, and twenty faults beside,
On earth, I'm sure, 'mong us of mortal calling,
Pride saves man oft, and woman too, from falling.
The gallery in LADY BOUNTIFUL'S house.]
Enter MRS. SULLEN, DORINDA.
MRS. SUL. Ha, ha, ha! my dear sister, let me embrace thee: now we are friends indeed; for I shall have a secret of yours as a pledge for mine -- now you'll be good for something; I shall have you conversable2 in the subjects of the sex. 5
DOR. But do you think that I am so weak as to fall in love with a fellow at first sight?
MRS. Sun. Pshaw! now you spoil all; why should not we be as free in our friendships as the men? I warrant you the gentleman has got to his confi 10 dent already, has avowed his passion, toasted your health, called you ten thousand angels, has run over your lips, eyes, neck, shape, air, and everything, in a description that warms their mirth to a second enjoyment. 15
DOR. Your hand, sister, I an't well.
MRS. SUL. So -- she's breeding already! -- Come, child, up with it -- hem a little -- so -- now tell me, don't you like the gentleman that we saw at church just now? 20
DOR. The man's well enough.
MRS. SUL. Well enough! is he not a demigod, a Narcissus, a star, the man i' the moon?
DOR. O sister. I'm extremely ill!
MRS. SUL. Shall I send to your mother, child, 25 for a little of her cephalic plaster3 to put to the soles of your feet, or shall I send to the gentleman for something for you? -- Come, unlace your stays, unbosom yourself -- the man is perfectly a pretty fellow; I saw him when he first came into church. 30
DOR. I saw him too, sister, and with an air that shone, methought, like rays about his person.
MRS. SUL. Well said, up with it!
DOR. No forward coquet behavior, no airs to set him off, no studied looks nor artful posture-- 35 but Nature did it all --
MRS. SUL. Better and better! One touch more -- come!
DOR. But then his looks -- did you observe his eyes? 40
MRS. SUL. Yes, yes, I did. - His eyes, well, what of his eyes?
DOR. Sprightly, but not wand'ring; they seemed to view, but never gazed on anything but me. -- And then his looks so humble were, and yet so noble, 45 that they aimed to tell me that he could with pride die at my feet, though he scorned slavery anywhere else.
MRS. SUL. The physic works purely!4 -- How d'ye find yourself now, my dear? 50
DOR. Hem! much better, my dear. -- Oh, here comes our Mercury!
Well, Scrub, what news of the gentleman?
SCRUB. Madam, I have brought you a packet of news. 55____________________