my old acquaintance. Now unless Aimwell has made good use of his time, all our fair machine goes souse into the sea like the Eddystone.1Exit. 110
Scene changes to the gallery in the same house.
Enter AIMWELLand DORINDA.
DOR. Well, well, my lord, you have conquered; your late generous action will, I hope, plead for my easy yielding; though I must own, your lordship had a friend in the fort before.
AIM. The sweets of Hybla2 dwell upon her 5 tongue! -- Here, doctor --
Enter FOIGARD, with a book.
FOI. Are you prepared, boat?
DOR. I'm ready. But first, my lord, one word. I have a frightful example of a hasty marriage in my own family; when I reflect upon't, it shocks me. 10 Pray, my lord, consider a little --
AIM. Consider! Do you doubt my honor or my love?
DOR. Neither. I do believe you equally just as brave; and were your whole sex drawn out for 15 me to choose, I should not cast a look upon the multitude if you were absent. But, my lord, I'm a woman; colors, concealments may hide a thousand faults in me -- therefore know me better first. I hardly dare affirm I know myself in anything 20 except my love.
AIM. (aside). Such goodness who could injure! I find myself unequal to the task of villain; she has gained my soul, and made it honest like her own. I cannot, cannot hurt her. -- Doctor, retire. -- 25 (Exit FOIGARD.) Madam, behold your lover and your proselyte, and judge of my passion by my conversion! I'm all a lie, nor dare I give a fiction to your arms; I'm all counterfeit, except my passion.
DOR. Forbid it, heaven! a counterfeit! 30
AIM. I am no lord, but a poor needy man, come with a mean, a scandalous design to prey upon your fortune. But the beauties of your mind and person have so won me from myself that, like a trusty servant, I prefer the interest of my mistress to 35 my own.
DOR. Sure I have had the dream of some poor mariner, a sleepy image of a welcome port, and wake involved in storms! -- Pray, sir, who are you?
AIM. Brother to the man whose title I 40 usurped, but stranger to his honor or his fortune.
DOR. Matchless honesty! -- Once I was proud, sir, of your wealth and title, but now am prouder that you want it; now I can show my love was justly levelled, and had no aim but love. --Doctor, 45 come in.
Enter FOIGARD at one door, GIPSEY at another, who whispers DORINDA.
[To FOIGARD.] Your pardon, sir, we sha'not [want] you now. -- [To AIMWELL.) Sir, you must excuse me. I'll wait on you presently. Exit with GIPSEY.
FOI. Upon my shoul, now, dis is foolish. 50
AIM. Gone! and bid the priest depart! -- It has an ominous look.
ARCH. Courage, Tom! Shall I wish you joy?
ARCH. 'Oons, man, what ha' you been doing? 55
AIM. O Archer! my honesty, I fear, has ruined me.
AIM. I have discovered myself.
ARCH. Discovered! and without my consent?
What! have I embarked my small remains in the 60 same bottom with yours, and you dispose of all without my partnership?
AIM. O Archer! I own my fault.
ARCH. After conviction -- 'tis then too late for pardon. You may remember, Mr. Aimwell, 65 that you proposed this folly -- as you begun, so end it. Henceforth I'll hunt my fortune single. So farewell!
AIM. Stay, my dear Archer. but a minute.
ARCH. Stay! what, to be despised, exposed, 70 and laughed at! No, I would sooner change conditions with the worst of the rogues we just now bound, than bear one scornful smile from the proud knight that once I treated as my equal.
AIM. What knight? 75
ARCH. Sir Charles Freeman, brother to the lady that I had almost -- but no matter for that; 'tis a cursed night's work, and so I leave you to make the best on't. (Going.)
AIM. Freeman! -- One word, Archer. Still 80 I have hopes; methought she received my confession with pleasure.
ARCH. 'Sdeath! who doubts it?
AIM. She consented after to the match; and still I dare believe she will be just. 85
ARCH. To herself, I warrant her, as you should have been.
AIM. By all my hopes, she comes, and smiling comes!
Enter DORINDA, mighty gay.
DOR. Come, my dear lord -- I fly with im- 90____________________