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formed him of our real views. You know, Maria. Oh, he has done nothing—but 'tis how useful he has been to us, and, believe for what he has said: his conversation is a me, the confidence is not ill placed. perpetual libel on all his acquaintance.
Joseph S. Madam, it is impossible for me Joseph S. Ay, and the worst of it is, there to suspect a man of Mr. Snake's sensibility is no advantage in not knowing him – for and discernment.
he'll abuse a stranger just as soon as his best Lady Sneer. Well, well, no compliments friend; and his uncle's' as bad. now; but tell me when you saw your mis- Lady Sneer. Nay, but we should make altress, Maria-or, what is more material to me, lowance.-Sir Benjamin is a wit and a poet. your brother.
Maria. For my part, I confess, madam, Joseph S. I have not seen either since I wit loses its respect with me, when I see it left you; but I can inform you that they ne- in company with malice.—What do you think, ver meet. Some of your stories have taken a Mr, Surface ? good effect on Maria.
Joseph S. Certainly, madam; to smile at Lady Sneer. Ah! my dear Soake! the me- the jest which planis a thorn in another's rit of this belongs to you: but do your bro- breast is to become a principal in the mischief. ther's distresses increase?
Lady Sneer. Pshaw!- there's no possibility Joseph S. Every hour. I am told he has of being wilty without a little ill nature; the had another execution in the house yesterday. malice of a good thing is the barb that makes In short, his dissipation and extravagance ex- it stick.-What's your opinion, Mr. Surface? ceed any thing I have ever heard of
Joseph S. To be sure, madam; that conLady Sneer, Poor Charles !
versation, where the spirit of raillery, is sup: Joseph S. True, madam; notwithstanding pressed, will ever appear tedious and insipid. his vices, one can't help, feeling for him. Poor Maria. Well, I'll not debate how far scanCharles ! I'm sure I wish it were in my power dal may be allowable; but in a man, I am to be of any essential service to him; for the sure, is is always contemptible. We have man who does not share in the distresses of pride, envy, rivalship, and a thousand motives a brother, even though merited by his own to depreciate each other; but the male slaumisconduct, deserves
derer must have the cowardice of a woman Lady Sneer. O Lud! you are going to be before he can traduce one. moral, and forget that you are among friends. Joseph S. Egad, that's true !-I'll keep that
Enter Servant. sentiment till I see Sir Peter;- however, it Sero. Madam, Mrs. Candour is below, and certainly is a charity to rescue Maria from if your ladyship's at leisure, will leave her such a libertine, who, if he is to be reclaimed, carriage. can be so only by a person of your ladyship's Lady Sneer. Beg her to walk in.- [Exit superior accomplishments and understanding. Servant] --Now, Maria, bere is a character
Snake, I believe, Lady Sneerwell, here's to your taste; fór though Mrs. Candour is a company coming: I'll go and copy the letter little talkative, every body allows her to be I mentioned to you.—Mr. Surface, your most the best natured and best sort of woman. obedient.
affectation Joseph S. Sir, your very devoted.- Lady of good nature and benevolence, she does Sneerwell, I am very sorry you have put any more mischief than the direct malice of old farther confidence in that fellow.
Crabtree. Lady Sneer. Why so?
Joseph S. l'faith that's true, Lady Sneerwell
: Joseph S. I have lately detected him in fre- whenever I hear the current running against quent conference with old Rowley, who was the characters of my friends, I never hink formerly my father's steward, and has never, them in such danger as when Candour unyou know, been a friend of mine.
dertakes their defence. Lady Sncer. And do you think he would Lady Sneer. Hush!-here she is! betray us? Joseph S. Nothing more likely :--take my
Enter MRS. CANDOUR. word for't, Lady Sneerwell, that sellow hasn't Mrs. Can. My dear Lady Sneerwell, how virtue enough to be faithful even to his own bave you been this century ?-Mr. Surface, what villany.—Ah! Maria!
news do you bear?—though indeed it is no Enter MARIA.
matter, for I think one hears nothing else but Lady Sneer. Maria, my dear, how do you scandal. do?-What's the matter?
Joseph S. Just so, indeed, ma'am. Maria. Oh! there is that disagreeable lover Mrs. Can. Oh, Maria! child, -what is the of mine, Sir Benjamin Backbite, has just call- whole affair off between you and Charles? ed at my guardian's, with his odious uncle, His extravagance, I presume—ibe town talks Crabtree; so I slipt out, and ran hither to of nothing else. avoid them.
Maria. Indeed ! I am very sorry, ma'am, Lady Sncer. Is that all?
the town is not belter employed. Joseph S. If my brother Charles had been Mrs. Can. True, true, child: but there's no of the party, madam, perhaps you would not stopping, people's tongues. I own I was burt have been so much alarmed.
to hear it, as I indeed was to learn, from the Lady Sneer. Nay, now you are severe; same quarter, that your guardian, Sir Peter, for I dare swear the truth of the matter is, and Lady Teazle have not agreed lately as Maria heard you were here.-But, my dear, well as could be wished. what has Sir Benjamin done, that you would Maria, "Tis strangely
impertinent for people avoid him so ?
Ito busy themselves so.
Mrs. Can. Very true, child:—but what's to Lady Sneer. So, Maria, you see your lover be done? People will talk-there's no pre- pursues you; positively you sha'n't escape. venting it. Why, it was but yesterday I was told that Miss Gadabout bad eloped with Sir Enter CRABTREE and Sir Benjamin BackFiligree Flirt.—But, Lord! there's no minding what one hears; though, to be sure, I had Crabt. Lady Sneerwell, I kiss your handthis from very good authority.
Mrs. Candour, I don't believe you are acMaria. Such reports are highly scandalous. quainted with my nephew, Sir Benjamin Back
Mrs. Can. So they are, child — shameful, bite? Egad! ma'am, he has a pretty wit, and shameful! But the world is so censorious, no is a prelty poet too; isn't be, Lady Sneer. character escapes. — Lord, now who would well? have suspected your friend, Miss Prim, of an Sir Benj. B. O fie, uncle ! indiscretion ? Yet such is the ill-nature of Crabt. Nay, egad it's true; I back him at people, that they say her uncle stopt her last a rebus or a charade against the best rhymer week, just as she was stepping into the York in the kingdom. — Kas your ladyship heard diligence with her dancing-master.
the epigram he wrote last week on Lady Maria. I'll answer for'i there are no grounds Frizzle's feather catching fire?—Do, Benjamin, for that report.
repeat it, or the charade you made last night Mrs. Can. Ah, no foundation in the world, exiempore at Mrs. Drowzie's conversazione. I dare swear; no more, probably, than for Come now;-your first is the name of a fish, the story circulated last month, of Mrs. Festi- your second a great naval commander, and no's affair with Colonel Cassino;-though, to Sir Benj. B. Uncle, naw-prythee be sure, that matler was never rightly clear
Crabt. i'faith, ma'am, 'twould surprise you
to hear how ready he is at all these fine sort Joseph S. The licence of invention some of things. people take is monstrous indeed.
Lady Sneer. I wonder, Sir Benjamin, you Maria. 'Tis so, --but, in my opinion, those never publish any thing. who report such things are equally culpable. Sir Benj. B. To say truth, ma'am, 'tis very
Mrs. Can. To be sure they are ; tale-bearers vulgar to print; and as my little productions are as bad as the tale-makers-'tis an old ob-are mostly satires and lampoons on particular servation, and a very true one: but what's to people, I find they circulate more by giving be done, as I said before? how will you pre-copies in confidence to the friends of the vent people from talking? To-day, Mrs. Clackitt parties. However, I have some love elegies, assured me, Mr. and Mrs. Honeymoon were which, when favoured with this lady's smiles, at last become mere man and wife, like the I mean to give the public. rest of their acquaintance. She likewise hint- Crabt. 'Fore heaven, ma'am, they'll immor. ed that a certain widow, in the next street, talise you! - you will be banded down to had got rid of her dropsy and recovered her posterily, like Petrarch's Laura, or Waller's shape in a most surprising manner. And al Sacharissa. the same time, .Miss Tattle, who was by, af- Sir Benj. B. Yes, madam, I think you will firmed, that Lord Buffalo had discovered bis like them, when you shall see them on a lady at a house of no extraordinary fame; beautiful quarlo page, where a neat rivulet of and that Sir H. Boquet and Tom "Saunter text shall meander through a meadow of marwere to measure swords on a similar provo-gin.—'Fore Gad they will be the most elegant cation.-But, Lord, do you think I would re-things of their kind!
these things ?-No, no! tale-bearers, as Crabt. Bul, ladies, that's true-have you said before, are just as bad as the tale- heard the news? makers.
Mrs. Can. Wbat, sir, do you mean the reJoseph S. Ah! Mrs. Candour, if every body port ofhad your forbearance and good-nature! Crabl. No, ma'am, that's not il-Miss Ni
Mrs. Can. I confess, Mr. Surface, I cannot cely is going to be married to her own footbear to bear people allacked behind their man. backs; and when ugly circumstances come Mrs. Can. Impossible! out against our acquaintance, I own I always Crabt. Ask Sir Benjamin. love to think the best.-By the by, I hope'tis Sir Benj. B. 'Tis very true, ma’am; every not true that your brother is absolutely ruined? thing is fixed, and the wedding liveries be
Joseph S. I am afraid his circumstances spoke. are very bad indeed, ma'am.
Crabt. Yes—and they do say there were Mrs. Can. Ah! I heard so- but you must pressing reasons for it. tell him to keep up his spirits; every body Lady Sneer. Why, I have heard something almost is in the same way-Lord Spindle, Sír of this before. Thomas Splint, Captain Quinze, and Mr.
Mrs. Can. It can't be and I wonder any Nickit-all
up, I hear, witbin this week; so one should believe such a story, of so pruif Charles is undone,' he'll find half his ac- dent a lady as Miss Nicely. quaintance ruined too, and that, you know, Sir Benj. B. O Lud! ma'am, that's the very is a consolation,
reason 'twas believed at once. She bas always Joseph S. Doubtless, ma'am-a very great been so cautious and so reserved, that every
body was sure there was some reason for it
at bottom. Enter Servant.
Mrs. Can. Why, to be sure, a tale of scanSero. Mr. Crabtree and Sir Benjamin Back- dal is as fatal to the credit of a prudent lady bite, [Exit Servant of her stamp, as a fever is generally to those
of the strongest constitutions. But there is a Joseph S. This may be entertainment to you, sort of puny sickly, reputation, that is always gentlemen, but you pay very little regard to ailing, yet will ouilive the robuster characters, the feelings of a brother. of a hundred prudes.
Maria. Their malice is intolerable.—Lady Sir Benj. B. True, madam,--there are vale- Sneerwell, I must wish you a good morning: tudioarians in reputation as well as constitu- I'm not very well.
. tion, who, being conscious of their weak Mrs. Can. O dear! she changes colour part, avoid the least breath of air, and supply very much. their want of stamina by care and circum- Lady Sneer. Do, Mrs. Candour, follow her: spection.
she may want assistance. Mrs. Can. Well, but this may be all a Mrs. Can. That I will, with all my soul, mistake. You know, Sir Benjamin, very trif- ma'am.--Poor dear girl, who knows what her ling circumstances often give rise to the most situation may be ! (Erit Mrs. Candour. injurious tales.
Lady Sneer. 'Twas nothing but that she 'Crabt. That they do, I'll be sworn, ma'am. could not bear to hear Charles reflected on, -Did you ever hear how Miss Piper came notwithstanding their difference. to lose ber lover and her character last sum- Sir Ber). B. The young lady's penchant is mer at Tunbridge?—Sir Benjamin, you re- obvious. member it?
Crabt. But, Benjamin, you must not give Sir Benj. B. Oh, to be sure! - the most up the pursuit for that: follow her, and put whimsical circumstance.
her into good humour. Repect her some of Lady Sneer. How was it, pray?
your own verses. Come, I'll assist you. Crabt. Why, one evening, at Mrs. Pon- Sir Benj. B. Mr. Surface, I did not mean to's assembly, the conservation happened to to hurt you; but depend on't your brother is turn on the breeding Nova Scotia sheep in utterly undone. this country. Says a young lady in company, Crabt. O Lud, lay! undone as ever man I have known instances of il-for Miss Leti-was.-Can't raise a guinea!tia Piper, a first cousin of mine, had a Nova Sir. Benj. B. And every thing sold, I'm told, Scolia sheep that produced her lwins,- Wbat! that was moveable. cries the Lady Dowager Dundizzy. (who you Crabt. I bave seen one that was at his know is as deaf as a posl), bas Miss Piper house. Not a thing left but some empty bad twins?- This mistake, as you inay ima- bottles that were overlooked, and the family gine, threw the whole company into a fit of pictures, which I believe are framed in the laughter. However, 'twas the next morning wainscotsevery, where reported, and in a few days be- Sir Benj. B. And I'm very sorry, also, to lieved by the whole town, that Miss Letitia hear some bad stories against him. [Going, Piper had actually been brought to bed o! Crabt. Oh! he bas done many mean things, a fine boy and a girl; and in less than a that's certain. week there were some people who could Sir Benj. B. But, however, as he's your naine the father, and the farmhouse where brother
Going tbe babies were put to nurse,
Crabt. We'll tell you all another opportuLady Sneer. Strange, indeed!
nity. [E.rit Crabtree and Sir Benjamin. Crabt. Matter of fact, I assure you.-0 Lady Sneer. Ha! ha! 'lis very bard for Lud! Mr. Surface, pray is it true that your them to leave a subject they bave not quite uncle, Sir Oliver, is coming home ?
run down. Joseph S. Not that I know of, indeed, sir. Joseph S. And I believe the abuse was no
Crabt. Hc bas been in the East Indies a more acceptable to your ladyship than Maria, long time. You can scarcely remember him, Lady Sneer. I doubt her affections are I believe?-Sad comfort whenever he returns, farther engaged than we imagine. But the to bear how your brother bas gone on! family are to be bere this evening, so you
Joseph S. Charles has been imprudent, sir, may as well dine where you are, and we to be sure; but I hope no busy people have shall have an opportunity of observing farther; already prejudiced Sir Oliver against him. in the meantime, I'll go and plot mischiel, He may reform.
and you shall sludy sentimeut. Exeuni Sir Benj. B. To be sure he may: for my part, I never believed bim to be so utterly SCENE II.-SIR PETER'S House. void of principle as people say; and though he has lost all his friends, I am told nobody
Enter SIR PETER, is better spoken of by the Jews.
Sir Peter T. When an old bachelor marCrabt
. That's true, egad, nephew. If the ries a young wife, what is he to expect? Tis Old Jewry was a ward, I believe Charles now six moaths since Lady Teazle made me would be an alderman:-no man more po- the happiest of men
- and I have been the pular there, 'fore Gad! I hear he pays as inost miserable dog ever since! We tilted a many annuities as the Irish tontine; and that lille going to church, and fairly quarrelled whenever he is sick, they have prayers for before the bells had done ringing. I was more the recovery of his health in all the synagogues. than once nearly choked with gall during the
Sir Benj. B. Yet no man lives in greater honeymoon, and bad lost all comfort in life splendour. They tell me, when he entertains before my friends had done wishing bis friends he will sit down to dinner with a Yet I chose with caution-a girl bred wholly dozen of his own securities; have a score of in the country," who never knew luxury beradesmen waiting in the antechamber, and yond one silk gown, nor dissipation abore an officer behind every guest's chair. libe annual gala of a race ball. Yet now she
plays her part in all the extravagant foppe- the most critical period of his fortune. I came ries of the fashion and the town, with as hither with news that will surprise you. ready a grace as if she had nerer seen a bush Sir Peter T. What! let me hear. or a grass-plot out of Grosvenor-square! I am Rowley. Sir Oliver is arrived, and at this sneered at by all my acquaintance, and pa- moment in town. ragraphed in the newspapers. She dissipates Sir Peter T. Ilow! you astonish me! I my fortune, and contradicts all my humours; thought you did not expect him this month. yet, the worst of it is, I doubt I love her, or Rowley. I did not; but his passage has I should never bear all this. However, I'll been remarkably quick. never be weak enough to own it.
Sir Peter T. Egad, I shall rejoice to see
my old friend. Tis fifteen ycars since we Enter RowLEY.
met.-We have had many a day together :Rowley. Oh! Sic Peter, your servant: how but does he still enjoin us not to inform his is it with you, sir?
nephews of his arrival? Sir Peter T. Very bad, Master Rowley, Rowley. Most strictly. He means, before very bad. I meet with nothing but crosses it is known, to make some trial of their disand vexations.
position. Rowley: What can have happened to trou- Sir Peter 1. Ah! there nceds no art to ble you since yesterday?
discover their merils-he shall have bis way: Sir Peter T.' A good question to a married but, pray, does he know I am married? man!
Rowley. Yes, and will soon wish you joy. Rowley. Nay, I'm sure your lady, Sir Pe- Sir Peter T. What, as we drink health to ter, can't be the cause of your uncasiness. a friend in a consumption. Ah! Oliver will
Sir Peter T. Why, has any body told you laugh at me. We used to rail at matrimony she was dead ?
together, and he has been steady to his text. Rowley. Come, come, Sir Peter, you love Well, he must be soon ai my house, ber, notwithstanding your tempers don't ex- though!—I'll instantly give orders for his reactly agree.
ception.-But, Master Rowley, don't drop a Sir Peter T. But the fault is entirely bers, word that Lady Teazle and I ever disagree. Master Rowley. I am, myself, the sweetesi Rowley. By no means. tempered man alive, and bate a teasing tem- Sir Peter T. For I should never be, able to per; and so I tell her a hundred times a day. stand Noll's jokes; so I'd have him think, Rowley. Indeed!
Lord forgive 'me! that we are a very happy Sir Peter T. Ay; and what is very extra-couple. ordinary, in all our disputes she is always in Rowley. I understand you:- but then you the wrong! But Lady Sneerwell, and the set must be very careful not to differ while he is she meets at her bouse, encourage the per- in the house with you. verseness of her disposition.— Then, to com- Sir Peter T. Egad, and so we must-and plete my vexation, Maria, my ward, whom Ibat's impossible. "Ah! master Rowley, when
ought to bave the power over, is determi- an old bachelor marries a young wife, he dened io turn rebel too, and absolutely refuses serves-no-the crime carries its punishment the man whom I have long resolved on for along with it.
[E.reunt. her husband; meaning, I supposc, to bestow herself on bis profligate brother.
ACT II. Rowley. You know, Sir. Peter, I have al
SCENE I. ways taken the liberty to differ with you on the subject of these two young gentlemen. I only
Enter SiR PETER and LADY TEAZLE. wish you may not be deceived in your opi- Sir Peter T. Lady Teazle, Lady Teazle, I'll nion of the elder. For Charles, my life on't! not bear it! he will retrieve his errors yet. Their worthy. Lady T. Sir Peter, Sir Peter, you may bear father, once my honoured master, was, at his it or not, as you please; but I ought to have years, nearly as wild a spark; yet, when he my own way in every thing, and what's more, died, he did not leave a more benevolent heart ! will, too. What ! 'though I was educated to lament his loss.
in the country, I know very well that women Sir Peler T. You are wrong, Master Row- of fashion in London are accountable to noley. On their father's death, you know, I acl- body after they are married. ed as a kind of guardian to them both, till Sir Peter T. Very well, ma'am, very well; their uncle Sir Oliver's liberality gave them -so a husband is io have no influence, no an early independence: of course, no person authority? could have more opportunities of judging of Lady T. Authority! No, to be sure:-if you their hearts, and I was never mistaken in my wanted authority over me, you should have life. Joseph is indeed a model for the young adopted me, and not married me: I am sure men of the age. He is a man of sentiment, you were old enough. and acts up to the sentiments he professes ; Sir Peter T. Old enough!-ay-there it is. but for the other, take my word for't, if he Well, well, Lady Teazle, though my life may had any grain of virtue by descent, he has be made unhappy by your temper, I'll not be dissipated it with the rest of his inheritance. ruined by your extravagance. Ah!'my old friend, Sir Oliver, will be deep- Lady T. My extravagance! I'm sure I'm ly mortified when he finds how part of his not more extravagant than a woman of fashbounty has been misapplied.
lion ought to be. Rowley. I am sorry to find you so violent Sir Peter T. No, no, madam, you shall against the young man, because this may be throw away no more sums on such unmean
ing luxury: 'Slife! to spend as much to fur-| Lady T. Lud, Sir Peter! would you bave nish your dressing-room with flowers in win- me be out of the fashion ? ter as would suffice to turn the Pantheon in- Sir Peter T. The fashion, indeed! wba: bad to a green-house, and give a fête champêtre you to do with the fashion before you maral Christmas.
ried me? Lady T. And am I to blame, Sir Peter, be- Lady T. For my part, I should think you cause flowers are dear in cold weather ? You would like to bave your wise thought a wo should find fault with the climate, and not man of taste.
For my part, I'm sure, 'I wish it Sir Peter T. Ay — there again - tastewas spring all the year round, and that roses Zounds ! madam, you had no taste when you grew under our feet !
married me! Sir Peter T. Oons! madam — if you had Lady T. That's very true indeed, Sir Pebeen born to this, I shouldn't wonder at your ter; and after having married you, I should talking thus; but you forget what your situa- never pretend to taste again, I allow. But tion was when I'married you.
pow, Sir Peter, if we have finished our daily Lady T. No, no, I don't ; 'twas a very dis- jangle, I presume I may go to my engageagreeable one, or I should never have mar- ment at Lady Sneerwell's.
Sir Peter T. Ay, there's another precious Sir Peter T. Yes, yes, madam, you were circumstance-a charming set of acquaintance then in somewhat a' humbler style: - the you have made there. daughter of a plain country squire. Recollect, Lady T. Nay, Sir Peter, they are all people Lady Teazle, when I saw you first sitting at of rank and fortune, and remarkably tenaciyour tambour, in a pretty figured linen gown, ous of reputation. with a bunch of keys at your side ; your hair Sir Peier T. Yes, egad, they are tenacious combed smooth over a roll
, and your aparl- of reputation with a vengeance; for they don't ment bung round with fruits in worsted", of choose any body should have a characier but your own working
themselves! - Such a crow! Ab! many a Lady T. O, yes! I remember it very well, wretch bas rid on a hurdle who has done and a curious life I led.-My daily occupa- less mischief than these ulterers of forged tales
, tion to inspect the dairy, superintend the coiners of scandal, and clippers of reputation
. poultry, make extracts from the family receipt- Lady T. What! would you restrain the book, -and comb my aunt Deborah's lapdog. freedom of speech?
Sir Peter T. Yes, yes, ma'am, 'twas so indeed. Sir Peter T. Ah! they have made you just
Lady T. And then, you know, my evening as bad as any one of the society. amusements! To draw. patterns for ruffles
, Lady T. Why, I believe I do bear a part which I had not materials to make up; to with a tolerable grace. But I vow I bear no play Pope Joan ?) with the curate: to read a malice against the people I abuse.- Wben! sermon to my aunt; or to be stuck down to say an illnatured thing, 'tis out of pure good an old spinet to strum my father to sleep af- humour; and I take it for granted, they deal ter a sox-chase.
exactly in the same manner with me. But, Sir Peter T. I am glad you have so good Sir Peter, you know you promised to come a memory: Yes, madam, these were the re- to Lady Sneerwell's too. creations I took you from; but now you must Sir Peter T. Well, well, I'll call in just to have your coach-ris-à-vis-and three pow-look after my own character. dered' footmen before your chair; and, in the Lady T. Then indeed you must make baste summer, a pair of white cats to draw you to alter me, or you'll be too late. So, good bye Kensinglongardens. No recollection, sup- to ye.
[Exit Lady Teazke. pose, when you were content to ride double, Sir Peter T. So-I have gained much by behind the buller, on a dock'd coach-horse. my intended expostulation: yet, with what a
Lady T. No-I swear I never did that; 1 charming, air she contradicts every thing ! deny the butler and the coach-horse.
say, and how pleasingly she shows ber conSir Peter T. This, madam; was your situa-tempt for my authority? Well
, tbough I can't tion; and what have I done for you? I have make her love me, there is great satisfaction made you a woman of fashion, of fortune, of in quarrelling with her; and I think she nerank; in short, I have made you my wile. yer, appears to such advantage as when she
Lady T. Well, then, and there is but one is doing every thing in her power to plague thing more you can make me to add to the me. obligation, and that is sir Peter T. My widow, I suppose?
SCENE JI. - At LADY SNEERWELL'S. Lady T. Hem! hem!
Enter Lady SNEERWELL, Mrs. Candour, Sir Peter T. I thank you, madam - but CRABTREE, Sır Benjamin BACKBITE, and don't flatter yourself; for though your ill con
Joseph SURFACE. duct may disturb my peace, it shall never Lady Sneer. Nay, positively, we will hear it, break my heart, I promise you: however, I Joseph S. Yes, yes, the epigram, by all am equally obliged to you for the hint.
Lady T. Then why will you endeavour to Sir Benj. B. O plague on't, uncle! 'tis mere make yourself so disagreeable to me, and nonsense. thwart 'me in every little elegant expense? Crabt. No, no; 'fore Gad, very clever for
Sir Peter T. 'Slife, madam, I say, had you an extempore ! any of these little elegant expenses when you Sir Benj. B. But, ladies, you should be married me?
acquainted with the circumstance. You must 1) A game at cards.
know, that one day last week, as Lady Belty