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however!-- I'm glad you have made a fool of Lydia. Pshaw!
- what signifies kneeling, your father, you dog-I am-So this was your when you know I must bave you? penitence, your duty, and obedience! - I Abs. [Rising] Nay, madam, there shall be thought it was damnd sudden !-- You never no constraint upon your inclinations, I proheard their names before, not you!-What, mise you. If I have lost your heart—1 resign The LANGUISHES of Worcestershire, hey?- the rest.—'Gad, I must try what a little spirit if you could please me in the affair, 'twas will do.
you desired !-Ah! you dissembling vil-. Lydia. [Rising] Then, sir, let me tell you, lain!-What! (pointing to Lydia) she squints, the interesi you bad there was acquired by a don't she?-a little red-haired girl!—hey?- mean, unmanly imposition, and deserves the Why, you hypocritical young rascal!- I won-punishinent of fraud.-What, you bave been der you a’n't ashamed to hold up your head! treating me like a child !-humouring my ro
Abs. "Tis with difficulty, sir-I am confused mance! and laughing, I suppose, at your suc- very much confused, as you must perceive. cess!
Mrs. Mal. O Lud! Sir Anthony ! - a new Abs. You wrong me, Lydia, you wrong me light breaks in upon me!-hey! how! what! --only hearCaplain, did you write the letters then ?-- Lydia. So, while I fondly imagined we What -a
--am I to thank you for the elegant were deceiving my relations, and flattered mycompilation') of “an old weather-beaten she-self that I should outwit and incense them all dragon"-hey?-O mercy! - was it you that --behold my hopes are to be crushed at once, reflected on my parts of speech ?
by my aunt's consent and approbation - and Abs. Dear sir! my modesty will be over-I am myself the only dupe al last! [Walkpowered at last, if you don't assist me.--I shall ing about in a Heat)-But here, sir, here is certainly not be able to stand il!
the picture-Beverley's picture! [Taking a Sir Anth. Come, come, Mrs. Malaprop, we Miniature from her Bosom] which I have must forget and forgive; - odds life! matters worn, right and day, in spite of threats and have taken so clever a turn all of a sudden, entreaties !--There, sir, [flings it to him) and that I could find in my heart to be so good-be assured I throw the original from my heart humoured! and so gallant! hey! Mrs. Mal- as easily. aprop!
Abs. Nay, nay, ma'am, we will not differ Mrs. Mal. Well, Sir Anthony, since you as to that—Here, ( Taking out a Picture) here desire it, we will not anticipate 2) the past ;- is Miss Lydia Languish. What a difference
! so mind, young people - our retrospection) -ay, there is the beavenly assenting smile will be all to the future.
that first gave soul and spirit to my hopes! Sir Anth. Come, we must leave them toge- those are the lips which sealed a vow, as yet ther; Mrs. Malaprop, they loog to fly into scarce dry in Cupid's calendar!—and there the each other's arms, I warrant !-Jack-isn't the half-resentful blush, that would have checked cheek as I said, hey?--and the eye, you ro- the ardour of my thanks-Well
, all that's pas ! gue ! —and the lip-bey? Come, Mrs. Mal- all over indeed!—There, madam-in beauty, aprop, we'll not disturb their tenderness-theirs that copy is not equal to you, but in my mind is the time of life for happiness ! -_“Youth's the its merit over the original, in being, still the season made for joy"-[Sings]-hey! - Odds same, is such-thatcannot find in my Jife! I'm in such spirits --I don't know what heart to part with it. [Puts it up again. I could not do!-Permit me, ma'am-[gives Lydia. [Softening] Tis your own doing, his Hand !o Mrs. Malaprop. Singsjo Tol-sir-I, I, I suppose you are perfectly satisfied. de-rol-'gad, I should like to have a little fool- Abs. O, most certainly-sure, now, this is ing myself—Tol-de-rol! de-rol!
much better than being in love!-ba! ha! ha! Erit singing and handing Mrs. Malaprop. there's some spirit in this!-Wbat siguilles
[Lydia sits sullenly in her Chair.] breaking some scores of solemn promises: Abs. So much thought bodes me no good. all that's of no consequence, you know. To [Aside)-So, grave, Lydia !
be sure people will say, that miss didn't know Lydia. Sir!
ber own mind - but never mind that!-05, Åbs. So!—egad! I thought as much!—that perhaps, they may be ill-natured enough to damnd monosyllable has froze me! [Aside] bint, 'that the gentleman grew tired of the - What, Lydia, now that we are as happy lady and forsook her-but don't let that fret you. in our friends' consent, as in our mutual vows -- Lydia. There's no bearing his insolence. Lydia. Friends' consent indeed!
[Bursts into Tears. [Peevishly. Abs. Come, come, we must lay aside some
Enter Mrs. MALAPROP and SIR ANTHONT. of our romance-a little wealth and comfort Mrs. Mal. [Entering) Come, we must inmay be endured after all. And for your for-terrupt your billing and cooing awhile. tune, the lawyers shall make such settlements Lydia. This is worse than your treachery
and deceit, you base ingrate.
Sobbing Lydía. Lawyers! I hate lawyers !
Sir Anth, What the devil's the maiter now! Åbs. Nay, then, we will not wait for their – Zounds ! Mrs. Malaprop, this is the oddest lingering forms, but instantly procure the li- billing and cooing I ever heard !-- but what
the deuce is the meaning of it?-1 am quite Lydia. The licence !-I hate licence! astonished!
Åbs. 0, my love! be not so unkind !-thus Abs. Ask the lady, sir. let me entreat
[Kneeling. Mrs. Mal. O, mercy!—I'm quite analysed'), 1) Appellation. 3, and 3) These words explain themselves,
for my part!—why, Lydia, what is the reason never could have found him in a sweeter temof this ?
per Lydia. Ask the gentleman, ma'am. in the nick! Now to enter into conversation
Sir Anth. Zounds! I shall be in a phrensy! with him, and so quarrel gentcelly. [Sir Lu-why, Jack, you are not come out to be any cius goes up to Absolutel-With regard to one else, are you?
that matter, captain, I must beg leave to differ Mrs. Mal. Ay, sir, there's no more trick, is in opinion with you. there?-you are not like Cerberus, three gen- Abs. Upon my word, then, you must be a tlemen at once, are you?
subtle disputant:- because, sir, I happened Abs. You'll not let me speak-I say the lady just then to be giving no opinion at all. can account for this much better than I can. Sir Luc. That's no reason-Forgive me leave
Lydia. Ma'am, you once commanded me to tell you, a man may think an untruth as never to think of Beverley again-there is the well as speak one. man-! dow obey, you:--for, from this mo- Abs. Very true, sir; but if a ment, I renounce him for ever. [Exit Lydia. utters his thoughts, I should think they might
Mrs. Mal. O mercy! and miracles! what a stand a chance of escaping controversy. turn here is—why sure, captain, you haven't Sir Luc. Then, sir, you differ in opinion behaved disrespectfully to my niece.
with me, which amounts to the same thing. Sir Anth. Ha! ha! ha!-ha! ha! ha!-now Abs. Hark'ee, Sir Lucius,-if I had not beI see it-Ha! ha! ha!-now I see it-you have fore known you to be a gentleman, upon my been too lively, Jack.
soul, I should not have discovered it at this Abs. Nay, sir, upon my word
interview:-for what you can drive at, unless Sir Anth. Come, no lying, Jack - I'm sure you mean to quarrel with me, I cannot con'twas so.
ceive! Mrs. Mal. O lud! Sir Anthony,-0 fie, Sir Luc. I humbly thank you, sir, for the captain !
quickness of your apprehension - [Bowing) Abs. Upon my soul, ma'am
have named the very thing I would be al. Sir Anth. Come, no excuses, Jack; — why, Abs. Very well
, sir-I shall certainly not your father, you rogue, was so before
you :- balk your inclinations:-but I should be glad the blood of the Absolutes was always impa- you would please to explain your motives. tient.—Ha! ha! ha! poor little Lydia! - why, Sir Luc. Pray, sir, be casy-the quarrel is you've frightened her, you dog, you bave. a very pretly quarrel as it stands—we should Abs. By all that's good, sira
only spoil it, by trying to explain il. - HowSir Anth. Zounds! say no more, I tell you ever, your memory is very short-or you could -Mrs. Malaprop shall make your peace. - You not have forgot an affront you passed on me must make his peace, Mrs. Malaprop :- you within this week. - So, no more, but name must tell her 'lis Jack's way-tell her 'tis all your time and place. our ways—it runs in the blood of our family! Abs. Well, sir, since you are so bent, on -Come away, Jack-Hal ha! ha! Mrs. Mál- it, the sooner the better; - let it be this eveaprop-a young villain. [Pushes him out. ning-here by the Spring Gardens.-We shall
Mrs. Mal. 07 Sir Anthony !-0 fie, cap-scarcely be interrupted. tain!
[Eceunt severally. Sir Luc. Faith! 'that same interruption in Scene III.-The North PARADE.
affairs of this nature shows very great ill-breed
ing.-1 don't know what's the reason, but in Enter SiR LUCIUS O'TRIGGER.
England, if a thing of this kind gels wind, Sir Luc. I wonder where this Captain Ab- people make such a pother, that a gentleman . solute hides himself. Upon my conscience can never fight in peace and quielness.--Howthese officers are always in one's way in love ever, if it's the same to you, captain, I should affairs :-I remember I might have married take it as a particular kindness, if you'd let Lady Dorothy Carmine, if it had not been for us meet in King's-Mead-Fields, as a little bua little rogue of a major, who ran away with siness will call me there about six o'clock, and her before she could get a sight of me! -And I :nay despatch both malters at once. I wonder too what it is the ladies can see in Abs. 'Tis the same to me exactly.- A little them to be so fond of them-unless it be a after six, then, we will discuss this matter touch of the old serpent in 'em, that makes more seriously. the little creatures be caught, like vipers, with Sir Luc. If you please, sir; there will be a bit of red cloth.-Hah! isn't this the captain very pretty small-sword light, though it wo'n't coming?-faith it is!—There is a probability of do for a long shot.—So that matter's settled !?) succeeding, about that fellow, that is mighty and my mind's at ease. [Exit Sir Lucius. provoking! Who the devil is he talking to ?
[Steps aside. Enter FAULKLAND, meeting ABSOLUTE.
Abs. Well met.—I was going to look for Enter CAPTAIN ABSOLUTE.
you.-0, l'aulkland! all the demons of spite Abs. To what fine purpose I have been and disappointment have conspired against plotting! a poble reward for all my, schemes, me! I'm so vexed, that if I bad not the prosupon my soul!-a little kypsy"I did not pect of a resource in being knocked 'o'the think, her romance could have made her so head by and by, I should scarce have spirits damn'd absurd either.-'Sdeath, I never was in to tell you the cause. a worse humour in my life!-I could cut my 1) This is the general character of the Irish with respect own throat, or any other person's, with the to duelling. Lord Pyron says, Don Juan Caul. lv. greatest pleasure in the world!
when Haidee's father points a pistol at the young hero
" But after being fired at once or twice, Sir Luc. O, faith! I'm in the luck of it.-I The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.”
Faulk. What can you mean? — Has Lydia! Abs. I have not patience to listen to you: changod her mind? I should have thoughti-thou’rt incorrigible!--so say no more on her duty and inclination would now have the subject.—I must go to settle a few matters pointed to the same object.
- let me see you before sis-remember-at Abs. Ay, just as the eyes do of a person my lodgings. – A poor industrious devil like who squinis: -- when her love-eye was fixed me, who have toiled, and drudged, and ploton me-rother-her eye of duty, was finely ted to gain my ends, and am at last disapobliqued:- but when duty bid her point that pointed by other people's folly--may in pily the same way-off l'other turned on a swivel, be allowed to swear and grumble a little; and secured ils retreat with a frown! but a captious sceptic in love, a slave to fret
Faulk. But wbat's the resource you- fulness and whim—who has no difficulties but
Abs. 0, lo wind up the whole, a good-na- of his own creating-is a subject more fit for tured Irishman here has (mimicking Sir Lu- ridicule than compassion! [Exit Absolute. cius] begged leave to have the pleasure of Faulk. I feel his reproaches :- yet I would cutting, my throat — and I mean to indulge not change this too exquisite nicely, for the him—that's all.
gross content with which he tramples on the Faulk. Prithee, be serious.
ihorns of love.- His engaging me in this duel Abs. 'Tis fact, upon my soul. --- Sir Lucius has started an idea in my head, which I will O'Trigger-you know him hy sight--for some instantly, pursue.--I'll use it as the touchstone affront, which I am sure I never intended, bas of Julia's sincerity and disinterestedness -- if obliged me to meet him this evening at six her love prove pure and sterling ore, my name o'clock:-'is on that account I wished to see will rest on it with honour! - and once I've you-you must go with mc.
stamped it there, I lay aside my doubts for Faulk. Nay, there must be some mistake, ever:- but if the dross of selfishness, the allay sure.—Sir Lucius sball explain himself--and 1 of pride predominate-iwill be best to leave dare say matters may be accommodated :-ut her as a toy for some less cautious fool to this evening, did you say?-I wish it had been sigh for.
[Exit Faulkland any other time. Abs. Why?- there will be light enough:
ACT V. there will (as Sir Lucius says) be very pretty Scene I.—Julia's Dressing-Room. small-sword light, though it will not do for a long shot."-Confound his long shots!
JULJA sola. Faulk. But I am myself a good deal ruffled, -How this message has alarmed me! wbat by a difference I have had with Julia — my dreadful accident can be mean? why such vile tormenting temper has made me treat her charge to be alone?-O Faulkland !--ho many so cruclly, that I shall not be myself till we unhappy moments-how many tears have you are reconciled.
cost me! Abse By heavens! Faulkland, you don't de
Enter FAULKLAND. serve her
Julia. What means this? - why this cau
tion, Faulkland ? Enter Servant, gives FAULKLAND a Letter.
Faulk. Alas! Julia, I am
come to take a Faulk. O Jack! this is from Julia-1 drcad long farewell. to open it - I fear it may be to take a last Julia. Heavens! what do
mean? leave-perhaps to bid nie return ber letters, Faulk. You see before you a wretch, whose and restore--0! how I suffer for my folly! life is forfeited.-Nay, start not !- the infir
Abs. Here-let nie see. [Takes the Letter mity of my temper has drawn all this misery and opens il] Ay, a final sentence, indeed!— on me.-llest you fretful and passionate—an 'tis all over with you, faith!
untoward accident drew me into a quarrelFaulk. Nay, Jack-don't keep me in sus- the event is, that I must fly this kingdom inpense.
stantly.-0 Julia, had I been so fortunate as Abs. Hear then.—"As I am convinced that to have called you mine entirely, before this my dear Faulkland's own reflections have mischance had fallen on me, I should not so already upbraided him for his last unkind- deeply dread my banishment ! ness to me, I will not add a word on the Julia. My soul is oppressed with sorrow subject.— I wish to speak with you as soon at the nature of your misfortune: had these as possible.-Yours ever and truly, Julja." adverse circumstances arisen from a less fatal - There's stubbornness and resentment for cause, I should have felt strong comfort in the you! [Gives him the Leller] Why, man, thought that I could now chase from your you don't seem one whit the happier at this. bosom erery doubt of the warm sincerity of Faulk. O, yes, I am-but-but
my love.-My heart bas long known no other Abs. Confound your buts !– You never hear guardian-I now irtrust my person to your any thing that would make another man bless lionour-we will fly together. When safe himself
, but you immediately damn it with a from pursuit, my father's will may be fulfilled but.
-and" I receive a legal claim to be the partFaulk. Now, Jack, as you are my friend, ner of your sorrows, and tenderest comforter
. own honestly don't you think there is some-Then on the bosom of your wedded Julia, thing forward — something indelicate in this you may
your keen haste to forgive?-Women should never sue while virtuous love, with a cherub's hand, shall for reconciliation :- that should always come smooth the brow of upbraiding, thought, and from us. They should retain their coldness pluck the thorn from compunction. till wood to kindness—and their pardon, like Faulk. O Julia ! I am bankrupt in gratitude! their love, should “not unsought be won.” but the time is so pressing, it calls on
regret to slumbering;
you for so basly a resolution. Would you, content to bear from you what pride and denot wish some hours to weigh the advantages licacy would have forbid me from another. you forego, and what little compensation poor I will not upbraid you, by repeating how you Faulkland can make you beside bis solitary have trifled with my sincerity:love?
Faulk. I confess it all! yet hearJulia. I ask not a moment.-No, Faulkland,, Julia. After such a year of trial, I might I have loved you for yourself: and if I now, have flattered myself that I should not have more than ever, prize the solemn engagement been insulted with a new probation of my which so long has pledged us to each other, sincerity, as cruel as unnecessary! I now see it is because it leaves no room for hard as it is not in your nature to be content, or conpersions on my fame, and puts the seal offident in love. With this conviction-I never duty to an act of love. But let us not linger. will be yours. While I had hopes that my -Perhaps this delay
persevering attention, and unreproaching kindFaulk. 'Twill be better I should not ven-ness, might in time reform your temper, I ture out again till dark.-Yet am I grieved to should have been happy to have gained a think whať nnmberless distresses will press dearer influence over you; but I will not furheavy on your gentle disposition !
nish you with a licensed power to keep alive Julia. Perhaps your fortune may be for- an incorrigible fault, at the expense of one feited by this unhappy act.-I know not whe- who never would contend with you. ther 'tis so-but sure that alone can
Faulk. Nay, but, Julia, by my soul and make us unhappy.—The little I have will be honour, if after this sufficient to support us; and exile never should Julia. But one word more.-As my faith be splendid.
bas once been given to you, I never will barter Faulk. Ay, but in such an abject state of it with another.--I shall pray for your haplife, my wounded pride perhaps may increase piness with the truest sincerity; and the dearthe natural fretfulness of my temper, till I be-est blessing, I can ask of Heaven to send you come a rude, morose companion, beyond your will be to charm you from that unhappy tempatience to endure. Perhaps the recollection per, which alone has prevented the perforof a deed my conscience cannot justify may mance of our solemn engagement.-AI I rehaunt me in such gloomy and unsocial fits, quest of you is, that you will yourself reflect that I shall hate the tenderness that would re-upon this infirmity, and when you number lieve me, break from your arms, and quarrel up the many true delights it has deprived you with your fondness!
of-let it not be your least regret, that it lost Julia. If your thoughts should assume so you the love of one-who would have followed unhappy, a bent, you will the more want some you in beggary through the world! [Erit. mild and affectionate spirit to watch over and Faulk. She's gone!--for ever!—There was console you :-one who, by bearing your in- an awful resolution in her manner, that rifirmities with gentleness and resignation, may veted me to my place.- fool!-dolti--barteach you so to bear the evils of your fortune. barian!--Curst as I am, with more imperfec
Faulk. Julia, I have proved you to the tions than my fellow-wretches, kind Fortune quick! and with this useless device I throw sent a heaven-gifted cherub to my aid, and, away all my doubts. How shall I plead to like a ruffian, I have driven ber from my side! be forgiven this Jast unworthy effect of my-I must now haste to my appointment.restless, unsatisfied disposition?
Well, my mind is tuned for such a scene.Julia. Has no such disaster happened as I shall wish only to become a principal in it,
and reverse the tale my cursed folly put me Faulk. I am ashamed to own that it was upon forging here. 0-Lovel-tormentor!pretended; yet in pity, Julia, do not kill me fiendl-whose influence, like the moon's, actwith resenting a fault which never can be re-ing on men of dull souls, makes idiots of them, peated: but sealing, this once, my pardon, but meeting subtler spirits, betrays their course, Jet me to-morrow, in the face of Heaven, re- and urges sensibility to madness! [Exit. ceive my future guide and monitress, and expiate my past folly, by years of tender ado
Enter Maid and LydIA. ration.
Maid. My mistress, ma'am, I know, was Julia. Hold, Faulkland !—that you are free here just now-perhaps she is only in the from a crime, which I before feared to name, next room.
[Erit Maid. Heaven knows how sincerely I rejoice! – These Lydia. Heigh ho!—Though he has used me are tears of thankfulness for that! But that so, this fellow runs strangely in my head. I your cruel doubts should have urged you to believe one lecture from my grave cousin will an imposition that has wrung my heart, gives make me recall him. me now a pang, more keen than I can press!
Enter JULIA. Faulk. By heavens! Julia
Lydia. 0, Julia, I am come to you with Julia. Yet hear me.—My father loved you, such an appetite for consolation.-Lud! child, Faulkland! and you preserved the life that what's the matter with you?-You have been tender parent gave me; in his presence I pledged crying! I'll be hanged, if that Faulkland has my hand-joyfully pledged it-where before not been tormenting you! I had given my heart. When, soon after, I Julia. You mistake the cause of my unealost that parent, it seemed to me that Provi-siness !-Something has flurried me a little.dence bad, in Faulkland, shown me' whither Nothing that you can guess at.--I would not to transfer, without a pause, my grateful duty, accuse Faulkland to a sister! [Aside. as well as my affection: hence I have been Lydia. Ah! wbatever vexations you may
you related ?
have, I can assure you mine surpass them.-ficient in every requisite that foring the man You know who Beverley proves to be? of breeding, if I delayed a moment to give all
Julia. I will now own in you, Lydia, that the information in my power to a lady so Mr. Faulkland had before informed me of the deeply interested in the affair as you are. whole affair. llad young Absolute been the Lydia. But quick! quick, sir! person you took him for, I should not have Faz. True, ma'am, as you say, one should accepted
your confidence on the subject, with-be quick in divulging, malters of this nature; out a serious endeavour to counteract your for should we be tedious, perhaps while we caprice.
are flourishing on the subject, two or three Lydia. So, then, I see I have been deceived lives may be lost! by every one!- but I don't care - I'll never Lydia. O patience! Do, ma'am, for Heaven's have him.
sake! tell us wbat is the matter? Julia. Nay, Lydia
Mrs. Mal. Why! murder's the matter! Lydia. Why, is it not provoking? when I slaughter's the matter! killing's the matter! thought we were coming io the prettiest dis- but he can tell you the perpendiculars 2). tress imaginable, to find myself made a mere Lydia. Then, prithee, sir, be brief. Smithfield bargain of at last. There, had I Fag. Why then, ma'am, as to murder-
| projected one of the most sentimental elope- cannot lake upon me to say—and as to slaughter, ments!-so becoming a disguise !--so amiable or manslaughter, that will be as the jury finds it. a ladder of ropes!--Conscious moon -- four Lydia. But who, sir-- who are engaged in horses-Scotch parson-with such surprise to this? Mrs. Malaprop--and such paragraphs in the Fag. Faith, ma'am, one is a young gentle news-papers !--0, I shall die with disappoint- man whom I should be very sorry any thing ment!
was to happen to-a very pretty behaved ВерJulia. I don't wonder at it! tleman!-We have lived much together, and
! Lydia. Now-sad reverse !—what have I to always on terms, expect, but, after a deal of flimsy preparation Lydia. But who is this! who! who! who! with a bishop's licence, and my aunt's bless- Fag. My master, ma'am-my master – I speal ing, to go simpering up to the altar; or per- of my master. haps be cried three times in a country-church, Lydia. Heavens! What, Caplain Absolute and have an unmannerly fat clerk ask the Mrs. Mol. O, to be sure, you are frightened consent of every butcher in the parish to join now! John Absolute and Lydia Languish, spinster! Julia. But who are with him, sir? O, that I should live to hear myself called Fag. As to the rest, ma'am, this gentleman Spinster!
can inform you better than I. Julia. Melancholy, indeed!
Julia. Do speak, friend, Lydia. How mortifying, to remember the David. Look'ee, my lady-by the mass dear delicious shifts l'used to be put to, to there's mischief going on. Folks don't use to gain half a minute's conversation with this fel- meet for amusement with fire-arms, firelocks, low!-How often have I stole forth, in the fire-engines, fire-screens, fire-office, and the coldest night in January, and found him in devil knows what otber crackers beside! the garden, stuck like a dripping statue! This, my lady, I say, has an angry favour. There would he kneel to me in the show, Julia. But who is there beside Captain Aband sneeze and cough so pathetically! he shi-solute, friend ? vering, with cold and I with apprehension! David. My poor master- under favour for and while the freezing blast numbed our joints, mentioning him first.—You know me, my ladyhow warmly would he press me to pity his I am David—and my master of course is, or flame, and glow with mutual ardour! - Ah, was, 'Squire Acres. - Then comes 'Squire Julia, that was something like being in love. Faulkland.
Julia. If I were in spirits, Lydia, I should Julia. Do, ma'am, let us instantly endeachide you only by laughing beartily at you; vour to prevent mişchief. but it suits more the situation of my mind, Mrs. Mal. O fie-it would be very ineleat present, earnestly to entreat you not to let gant in us:-we should only participate things a man, who loves you with sincerity, suffer David. Ah! do, Mrs. Aunt, save a few lives that unhappiness from your caprice, which 1-they are desperately given, believe nie.know loo well caprice can inflict.
Above all, there is that blood-thirsty Philistine, Lydia, O lud! wbat has brought my aunt Sir Lucius O'Trigger. here?
Mrs. Mal. Sir Lucius O'Trigger!-O mercy!
have they drawn poor little Dear Sir Lucius Enter Mrs. MALAPROP, Fag and David.
into the scrape?—Why, bow you stand, girl
! Mrs. Mal. So! so! here's fine work! bere's you have no more feeling than one of ube fine suicide, paracide, and simulation going Derbyshire petrefactions! on in the fields ! and Sir Anthony not to be Lydia. What are we to do, madam? found to prevent the antistrophe ! 1)
Mrs. Mal. Why fly with the utmost feliciJulia. For Heaven's sake, madam, what's ty ), to be sure, to prevent mischief
: — here, the meaning of this?
friend-you can show us the place? Mrs. Mai. That gentlemau can tell you,
you please, ma'am, I will conduct "was he enveloped ?) the affair to me. you.-David, do you look for Sir Anthony, Lydia. Do, sir, will you, inform us?
1) Particulars. Fag. Ma'am, I should hold myself very de
2) Perhaps the lady meant the word velocity, and that is 1) Catastrophe. 9) Developed.