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ha !—What, your nephew too, and a little dump-jing ashamed to show himself; swore he was in 'sh, or so; you have been giving him a lecture love with his wife, and intended to cuckold him. apon economy. I suppose, you, who never had “Do you ?" cried Moody, folding his arms, and any, can best describe the evils that arise from the scowling with his eyes thus—You must have want of it. I never mind my own affairs, not I more wit than you used to have ; besides, if you "The gods take care of Cato.”—1 hear, Mr. Bel- have as much as you think you have, I shall be ville, you have got a pretty snug house, with a out of your reach, and this profligate metropolis, bow-window that looks into the Park, and a back- in less than a week.”—Moody would fain have toor that goes out into it. Very convenient, and got rid of him, but the other held him by the well imagined-no young handsome fellow should sleeve, so I left 'em; rejoiced most luxuriously to be without one-you may be always ready there, see the poor devil tormented. like a spider in his web, to seize upon strayed wo- Bel. I thought you said, just now, that he was men of quality.

not married; is not that a contradiction, Sir! Har. As you used to do-you vain fellow you; (HARCOURT still makes signs to BELVILLE pr’ythee, don't teach my nephew your abandoned Spark. Why, it is a kind of one; but considerTricks; he is a modest young man, and you must ing your modesty, and the ignorance of the young not spoil him.

lady, you are pretty tolerably inquisitive, me Spark. May be so; but his modesty has done thinks; ha, Harcourt! ha, ha, ha! some mischief at our house--my surly, jealous Har. Pooh, pooh! don't talk to that boy, tell brother-in-law saw that modest young gentleman me all you know. casting a wishful eye at his forbidden fruit, from Spark. You must know, my booby of a bro the new tavern window.

ther-in-law hath brought up this ward of his (a Bel. You mistake the person, Mr. Sparkish ; I good fortune let me tell you,) as he coops ul, and don't know what young lady you mean.

fattens his chickens, for his own eating; he is Har. Explain yourself, "Sparkish, you must plaguy jealous of her, and was very sorry that be mistake; Dick has never seen the girl.

could not marry her in the country, without Spark. I don't say he has; I only tell you coming up to town; which he could not do an what Moody says. Besides, he went to the account of some writings or other; so what does tavern himself , and inquired of the waiter who my gentleman ? he persuades the poor silly girl

, dined in the back room, No. 4? and they told him by breaking a sixpence, or some nonsense or it was Mr. Belville, your nephew; that's all 1 another, that they are to all intents married in know of the matter, or desire to know of it, faith. heaven; but that the laws require the signing of

Har. He kissed his hand, indeed, to your lady, articles and the church service to complete their Alithea, and is more in love with her than you union : so he has made her call him husband, and are, and very near as much as I am; so look about bud, which she constantly does; and he calls her you, such a youth may be dangerous.

wife, and gives out she is married, that she may Spark. The more danger the more honour: I not look after younger fellows, nor younger tel defy you both-win her and wear her if you lows after her, egad; ha, ha, ha! and all wont do can-Dolus an virtus in love as well as in war- Bel. Thank you, Sir. What heavenly news, though you must be expeditious, faith ; for, I be- uncle !

[ Aside lieve, if I don't change my mind, I shall marry

Har. What an idiot you are, nephew! Apart) her to-morrow, or the day after.—Have you no And so then you make but one trouble of it

, and honest clergyman, Harcourt, no fellow-collegian are both to be tacked together the same day? to recommend me, to do the business?

Spark. No, no, he can't be married this week Har. Nothing ever, sure, was so lucky. (Aside.] he damns the lawyers for keeping him in town, Why, faith, I have, Sparkish; my brother, a twin- besides, I am out of favour; and he is continually brother, Ned Harcourt, will be in town to-day, snarling at me, and abusing me for not being jea and proud to attend your commands. I am a lous. Knocking at the door.) There be is very generous rival, you see, to lend you my bro- must not be seen with you, for he'll suspect some ther to marry the woman I love!

thing; I'll wait for you, and make a visit to my Spark. And so am I too, to let your brother wife that is to be, and perhaps we shall shor come so near us—but Ned shall be the man; poor young modesty here a sight of Peggy too. Alithea grows impatient; I can't put off the evil day any longer. I fancy the brute, her brother,

Re-enter a SERVANT. has a mind to marry his country idiot at the same time.

Sero. Sir, here's the strange odd sort of a gen Bel. How, country idiot, Sir ?

tleman come again, and I have shown him into Har. Hold your tongue. (Apart to Belville.) the fore-parlour. I thought he had been married already.

Spark. That must be Moody! Well said, Spark. No, no, he's not married, that 's the Will; an odd sort of a strange gentleman, indeed; joke of it.

we'll step into the next room till he comes into Bel. No, no, he is not married.

this, and then you may have him all to yourHar. Hold your tongue

self-much good may he do you (Going) Re (Elboroing Belville. member that he is married, or he'll suspect me of . Spark. Not he- I have the finest story to tell betraying him. you-by the by, he intends calling upon you, for

(Ereunt SPARKISH and BELVILLE he asked me where you lived, to complain of mo- Har. Show him up, Will. (Erit SERVANT.) desty there. He picked up an old raking ac- Now must I prepare myself to see a very strange, quaintance of his as we came along together, though a very natural metamorphosis; a once highWill Frankly, who saw him with his girl, skulk-spirited, handsome, well-dressed, raking prodigal ing and muffled up, at the play last night; he of the town, sunk into a surly, suspicious, econo plagued him much about matrimony, and his be- 1 mical, country sloven.

Enter Moody.

Har. My nephew !-poor sheepish lad, he rung Moo. Mr. Harcourt, your humble servant: sister Alithea at the opera, and was much smitten

away from every woman he sees; he saw your have you forgot me ?

with her; he always toasts her, and hates the Har. What, my old friend Jack Moody! by very name of Sparkish. I'll bring him to your thy long absence from the town, the grumness house, and you shall see what a formidable Tasof thy countenance, and the slovenliness of thy quin he is. habit, I should give thee joy-you are certainly Moo. I have no curiosity, so give yourself no married.

trouble. You have heard of a wolf in sheep's Moo. My long stay in the country will excuse clothing; and I have seen your innocent nephew my dress, and I have a suit at law that brings me kissing his hands at my windows. up to town, and puts me out of humour; besides, Har. At your sister, I suppose; not at her, unI'must give Sparkish ten thousand pounds to less he was tipsy. How can you, Jack, be so morrow to take my sister off my hands.

outrageously suspicious ? Sparkish has promised Har. Your sister is very much obliged to you: to introduce him to his mistress. being so much older than you, you have taken

Moo. Sparkish is a fool, and may be what I'd upon you the authority of a father, and have en- take care not to be confess my visit to you, gaged her to a coxcomb.

Mr. Harcourt, was partly for old acquaintance Moo. I have, and to oblige her: nothing but sake, but chiefly to desire your nephew to confine wxcombs or debauchees are the favourites now-a-his gallantries to the tavern, and not send 'em in days; and a coxcomb is rather the more innocent looks, signs, or tokens, on the other side of the animal of the two.

way. keep no brothel; so pray tell your neHar. She has sense and taste, and can't like phew.

[ Going. him; so you must answer for the consequences. Har. Nay, pr’ythee, Jack, leave me in better

Moo. When she is out of my hands, her hus-humour. Well,' i'll tell him; ha, ha, ha! Poor band must look to consequences. He's a fashion-Dick, how he'll stare. This will give him a repuable fool, and will cut his horns kindly.

tation, and the girls wont laugh at him any Har. And what is to secure your worship from longer. Shall we dine together at the tavern, and consequences ?–I did not expect marriage from send for my nephew to chide him for his gallantsuch a rake-one that knew the town so well; ry? Ha, ha, ha! we shall have fine sport. fy, fy, Jack.

Moo. I am not to be laughed out of my senses, Moo. I'll tell you my security – I have married Mr. Harcourt.— I was once a modest young no London wife.

gentleman myself; and I never have been half so Har. That's all one; that grave circumspec- mischievous before or since, as I was in that state ton in marrying a country wife is like refusing a of innocence.-And, so, old friend, make no ceredeceitful, pampered, Smithfield jade, to go and be mony with me; I have much business, and you cheated by a friend in the country; Moo. I wish the devil had both him and his forms, I will excuse your returning my visit, or

have much pleasure, and therefore as I hate simile.

sending your nephew to satisfy me of his modesty Har. Well, never grumble about it, what 's -and so your servant.

[Erit. done can't be undone. Is your wife handsome Har. Ha, ha, ha! poor Jack! what a life of and young?

suspicion does he lead! I pity the poor fellow, Moo. She has little beauty but her youth, no though he ought and will suffer for his follything to brag of but her health, and no attraction Folly !—'tis treason, murder, sacrilege! When but her modesty-wholesome, homely, and house- persons of a certain age will indulge their false, wifely; that's all.

ungenerous appetites, at the expense of a young Har. You talk as like a grazier as you look, creature's happiness, dame Nature will revenge Jack. Why did you not bring her to town before, herself upon them, for thwarting her most hear to be taught something?

venly will and pleasure.

(Ezit. Moo. Which something I might repent as long 86 I live.

ACT II. Har. But pr’ythee, why wouldst thou marry her, if she be ugly, ill-bred, and silly? she must SCENE I-A Chamber in Moody's House, be rich then? Moo. As rich as if she had the wealth of the

Enter Peggy and ALITHEA. mogul. She'll not ruin her husband, like a Lon- Peg. Pray, sister, where are the best fields and don baggage, with a million of vices she never woods to walk in, in London ? heard of: Then, because she 's ugly, she's the Ali. A pretty question! why, sister, Vauxhall, likelier to be my own; and being ill-bred, she'll Kensington Gardens, and St. James' Park, are hate conversation; and since silly and innocent, the most frequented. will not know the difference between me and you; Peg. Pray, sister, tell me why my bud looks so that is, between a man of thirty, and one of forty: grum here in town, and keeps me up so close, and

Har. Fifty, to my knowledge. (Moony turns wont let me go a walking, nor let me wear my of and grumbles.-But see how you and I dif- best gown yesterday? 'fer, Jack-wit to me is more necessary than beau- Ali. O, he's jealous, sister ! 14; I think no young woman ugly that has it, Peg. Jealous! what's that? and no handsome woman agreeable without it. Ali. He's afraid you should love another man

Moo. 'Tis my maxim-He's a fool that mar- Peg. How should he be afraid of my loving ries; but he's a greater that does not marry a another man, when he will not let me see any but fool. I know the town, Mr. Harcourt; and my himself? wife shall be virtuous in spite of you or your ne- Ali. Did he not carry you yesterday to a play? phew.

Peg. Ay; but we sat amongst ugly people: lo

would not let me come near the gentry, who sat Peg. You are my own dear bud, and I know under us, so that I could see 'em. He told me you; I bate strangers. none but naughty women sat there; but I would Moo. Ay, my dear, you must love me only; have ventured for all that.

and not be like the naughty town women, who Ali. But how did you like the play? only hate their husbands, and love every man

Peg. Indeed I was weary of the play; but I else; love plays, visits, fine coaches, fine clothes, liked hugeously the actors; they are the goodliest, fiddles, balls, treats, and so lead a wicked town properest men, sister.

life. Åli. O, but you must not like the actors, sister. Peg. Nay, if to enjoy all these things be a

Peg. Ay, how should I help it, sister? pray, town life, London is not so bad a place, dear. sister, when my guardian comes in, will you ask Moo. How! if you love me, you must hate leave for me to go a walking?

London, Ali. A walking! ha, ha, ha! Lord, a country Peg. Bud, bud, do the town women love the gentlewoman's pleasure is the drudgery of a foot- player-men too? post; and she requires as much airing as her hus- Moo. Ay, I warrant you. band's horses. Aside.) But here comes my bro Peg. Ay, I warrant you. ther; I'll ask him, though I'm sure he'll not Moo. Why, you do not, I hope ? grant it.

Peg. No, no, bud; but why have we no player

men in the country? Enter Moody.

Moo. Ha ! Mrs. Minx, ask me no more to go

to a play. Peg. O my dear, dear bud, welcome home; Peg. Nay, why, love ? I did not care for gowhy dost thou look so fropish? who has nanger'd ing; but when you forbid me, you make me as it thee?

were desire it. "Pray, let me go to a play, dear! Moo. You're a fool.

Moo. Hold your peace; I wont. [Peggy goes aside and cries. Peg. Why, love? Ali. Faith, and so she is, for crying for no Moo. Why, I'll tell you. fault ; poor tender creature !

Peg. Pray why, dear? Moo. What, you would have her as impudent Moo. First, you like the actors; and the galas yourself; as arrant a girl-flirt, a gadder, a lants may like you. magpie; and, to say all, a mere notorious town Peg. What, a homely country girl? no, hud, woman!

nobody will like me. Ali. Brother, you are my only censurer: and Moó. I tell you yes, they may. the honour of your family will sooner suffer in Peg. No, no, you jest--I wont believe you; 1 your wife that is to be, than in me, though I take will go. the innocent liberty of the town!

Moo. I tell you then, that one of the most Moo. Hark you, mistress ! do not talk so be- raking fellows in town, who saw you there, told fore my wife: the innocent liberty of the town! me he was in love with you.

Ali. Pray, what ill people frequent my lodg- Peg. Indeed! who, who, pray who wast? ings? I keep no company with any woman of Moo. I've gone too far, and slipt before I was scandalous reputation.

aware. How overjoyed she is? (Aside Moo. No, you keep the men of scandalous Peg. Was it any Hampshire gallant ? any of reputation company.

our neighbours ?—Promise you l am beholden to Ali. Would you not have me civil? answer him. 'em at public places ? walk with 'em when they Moo. I promise you, you lie; for he would but join me in the Park, Kensington Gardens, or ruin you, as he has done hundreds. Vauxhall ?

Peg. Ay, but if he loves me, why should be Moo. Hold, hold; do not teach my wife where ruin me? answer me to that. Methinks he should the men are to be found; I believe she's the not; I would do him no harm. worse for your town documents already. I bid Ali. Ha, ha, ha! you keep her in ignorance, as I do.

Moo. 'Tis very well; but I'll keep him fran Peg. Indeed, be not angry with her, bud, she doing you any harm, or me either. But here will tell me nothing of the town, though I ask her comes company; get you in, get you in. a thousand times a day.

Peg. But pray, husband, is he a pretty gentle Moo. Then you are very inquisitive to know, I man that loves me ? find.

Moo. In baggage, in. [Thrusts her it, and Peg. Not I, indeed, dear; I hate London: shuts the door.] what, all the libertines of the our place house in the country is worth a thou- town brought to my lodging by this easy corsand oft; would I were there again!

comb! 'sdeath, I'll not suffer ít. Moo. So you shall, I warrant. But were you not talking of plays and players when I came in ? Enter SPARK ISH, HARCOURT, and BELVILLE you are her encourager in such discourses.

[To ALITHEA. Spark. Here, Belville, do you approve my Peg. No, indeed, dear: she chid me just now choice ? Dear little rogue, I told you rd bring for liking the player-men.

you acquainted with all my friends, the wits. Moo. Nay, if she is so innocent as to own to

[TO ALITEEL me her liking them, there is no harm in't. (Aside.] Moo. Ay, they shall know her as well as your Come, my poor rogue, but thou likest none better self will, I warrant you. than me

Spark. This is one of those, my pretty rogue, Peg. Yes, indeed, but I do; the player-men that are to dance at your wedding tomorrow are finer folks.

and one you must make welcome; for he's modest. Moo. But you love none better than me? [BELVILLE salutes ALITHEA) Harcourt makes



resolve me.

himself welcome, and has not the same foible, my power to break the match; by heavens, I though of the same family.

would. Har. You are too obliging, Sparkish.

Spark. Poor Frank! Moo. And so he is, indeed. The fop's horns Ali. Would you be so unkind to me? will as naturally sprout upon his brows as mush- Har. No, no, 'tis not because I would be unrooms upon dunghills.

[Aside. kind to you. Har. This, Mr. Moody, is my nephew you Spark. Poor Frank! no, 'egad, tis only his mentioned to me. I would bring him with me; kindness to me. for a sight of him will be sufficient, without Ali, Great kindness to you indeed !-Insenpoppy or mandragora, to restore you to rest. sible! let a man make love to his mistress to his Bel . I am sorry, Sir, that any mistake or im- face.

(Aside. prudence of mine should have given you any un- Spark. Come, dear Frank, for all my wife easiness; it was not so intended, I assure you, there, that shall be, thou shalt enjoy me some Sir.

times, dear rogue.-By my honour, we men of Moo. It may be so, Sir, but not the less crimi- wit condole for our deceased brother in marriage, nal for that.-My wife, Sir, must not be smirked as much as for one dead in earnest. I think and nodded at from tavern windows. I am a good that was prettily said of me, ha, Harcourt ?shot, young gentleman, and don't suffer magpies Pr'ythee, Frank, dost think my wife, that shall to come near my cherries.

be, there, a fine person ? Bel. Was it your wife, Sir ?

Har. Í could gaze upon her till I became as Moo. What's that to you, Sir? suppose it blind as you are. were my grandmother ?

Spark. How as I am ? how? Bel. I would not dare to offend her.-Permit Har. Because you are a lover ; and true lovers me to say a word in private to you.

are blind. [Exeunt Moody and Bel. Spark. True, true; but by the world she has Spark. Now old surly is gone, tell me, Har- wit too, as well as beauty. Go, go with her into court, if thou likest her as well as ever.-My a corner, and try if she has wit; talk to her any dear, don't look down; I should hate to have a thing, she 's hashful before me-take her into a wife of mine out of countenance at any thing.

(HARCOURT courts Alitis A aside. Ali. For shame, Mr. Sparkish! Spark. Tell me, I say, Harcourt, how dost

Re-enter Moody. like her ? thou hast stared upon her enough to

Moo. How, Sir! If you are not concerned for Har. So infinitely well that I could wish I had the honour of a wife, I am for that of a sister.-a mistress too, that might differ from her in no- Be a pander to your own wife; bring men to her, thing but her love and engagement to you. let 'em make love before your face, thrust 'em into

Ali. Sir, Mr. Sparkish has often told me that a corner together, then leave 'em in private! is his acquaintance were all wits and railers; and this your town wit and conduct ? now I find it.

spark. Ha, ha, ha! a silly, wise rogue would Spark. No, by the universe, Madam, he does make one laugh more than a stark fool, ha, ha, not rally now; you may believe him. I do assure ha! I shall burst. Nay, you shall not disturb you he is the honestest, worthiest, true-hearted 'em; l'll vex thee, by the world. What have gentleman; a man of such perfect honour, he you done with Belville ? would say nothing to a lady he does not mean. [Struggles with Moody to keep him from

Har. Sir, you are so beyond expectation ob- HARCOURT and ALITHEA. liging, that

Moo. Shown him the way out of my house, as Spark. Nay, 'egad, I am sure you do admire you should do that gentleman, her extremely; I see it in your eyes.—He does Spark. Nay, but pr’ythee let me reason with admire you, Madam; he has told me so a thou- thee.

[Talks apart with Moody. sand and a thousand times; have you not, Har- Ali. The writings are drawn, Sir, settlements court? you do admire her, by the world, you do- made; 'tis too late, Sir, and past all revocation. don't you?

Har. Then so is my death. Har. Yes, above the world, or the most glo- Ali. I would not be unjust to him. rious part of it, her whole sex; and till now I Har. Then why to me so ? never thought I should have envied you or any

Ali. I have no obligations to you. man about to marry; but you have the best ex- Har. My love. cuse to marry I ever knew.

Ali. I had his before. Ali. Nay, now Sir, I am satisfied you are of Har. You never had it; he wanub, you see, the society of the wits and railers, since you can- jealousy, the only infallible sign of it. nut spare your friend, even when he is most civil Ali. Love proceeds from esteem: he cannot to you; but the surest sign is, you are an enemy distrust my virtue; besides, he loves me, or he to marriage, the common butt of every railer. would not marry me.

Har. Truly, Madam, I was never an enemy Har. Marrying you is no more a sign of his to marriage till now, because marriage was never love, than bribing your woman, that he may an enemy to me before.

marry you, is a sign of his generosity. But if Ali

. But why, Sir, is marriage an enemy to you take marriage for a sign of love, take it from you now? because it robs you of your friend me immediately. here? for you look upon a friend married as one Ali. No, now you have put a scruple my gone into a monastery; that is, dead to the world. head.—But in short, Sir, to end our dispute, 1

Har. 'Tis indeed because you marry him: I must marry him; my reputation would suffer in see, Madam, you can guess my meaning.—I do the world else. confess heartily and openly, I wish it were in Har. No; if vou do marry him, with your par


don, Madam, your reputation must suffer in the Har. Because I do not think on't, faith. world.

Spark. Come, Belville is gone away; Harcourt Ali. Nay, now you are rude, Sir.-Mr. Spark- let's be gone to the new play; come, Madam. ish, pray come hither, your friend here is very Ali. I will not go, if you intend to leave me troublesome, and very loving,

alone in the box, and run all about the house, as Har. Hold, hold. (Aside to ALITHEA. you used to do. Moo. D'ye hear that, senseless puppy?

Spark. Pshaw! I'll leave Harcourt with you Spark. Why, d’ye think I'll seem jealous, like in the box, to entertain you, and that's as good a country bumpkin ?

If I sat in the box, I should be thought no critic Moo. No, rather be dishonoured, like a credu-I must run about, my dear, and abuse the an lous driveller.

thor.-Come, away. Harcourt, lead her down. Har. Madam, you would not have been so lit- B'ye, brother. tle generous as to have told him ?

(Exeunt Harcourt, SPARKISH, and ALITHEA. Åli. Yes, since you could be so little generous the flower of the true town fops ; such as spend

Moo. B'ye, driveller. Well, go thy ways, for as to wrong him.

Har. Wrong him! no man can do it; he 's their estates before they come to 'em, and are beneath an injury; a bubble, a coward, a sense- cuckolds before they're married. But let me go less idiot; a wretch so contemptible to all the look to my freehold. world but you, that-Ali. Hold, do not rail at him; for since he is

Enter a COUNTRYMAN. like to be my husband, I am resolved to like him: nay, I think I am obliged to tell him you are not is the lawyer, counsellor gentleman, with a green

Coun. Master, your worship's servant. Hee his friend--Mr. Sparkish, Mr. Sparkish!

Spark. What, what ?—Now, dear rogue, has bag full of papers, come again, and should be she not wit ?

glad to speak to you. Har. Not so much as I thought, and hoped she ment, which the law has thrown in our way. !

Moo. Now here's some other damned impedi had. Ali. Mr. Sparkish, do you bring people to rail shall never marry the girl, nor get clear of the

smoke and wickedness of this cursed town. at you? Har. Madam!

(Aside.) Where is he? Spark. How? no; but if he does rail at me, lawyers

, counsellor gentlemen.

Coun. He's below in a coach, with three other 'tis but in jest, I warrant: what we wits do for

(Eseunt. one another, and never take any notice of it. Ali. He spoke so scurrilously of you, I had no

SCENE II.-Another Chamber. patience to hear him.

Enter Peggy and Lucy. Moo. And he was in the right on't. Ali. Besides, he has been making love to me. Lucy. What ails you, Miss Peggy? you are Moo. And I told the fool so.

grown quite melancholy. Har. True, damned tell-tale woman. (Aside. Peg. Would it not make any one melancholy

Spark. Pshaw! to show his parts; we wits to see your mistress Alithea go every day flutter rail and make love often, but to show our parts; ing about abroad to plays and assemblies, and I as we have no affections, so we have no malice; know not what, whilst I must stay at honie, like

a poor, lonely, sullen bird in a cage ? Moo. Did you ever hear such an ass ?

Lucy. Dear Miss Peggy, I thought you chose Ali. He said you were a wretch, below an in- to be confined : I imagined that you had been jury.

bred so young to the cage, that you had no plez Spark. Pshaw!

sure in Hying about, and hopping in the open air, Ali. A common bubble.

as other young ladies, who go a little wild about Spark. Pshaw!

this town. Ali. A coward.

Peg. Nay, I confess I was quiet enough, til Spark. Pshaw, pshaw!

somebody told me what pure lives the London Ali. A senseless, drivelling idiot.

ladies lead, with their dancing meetings, and Moo. True, true, true; all true.

junketings, and dressed every day in their best Spark. How! did he disparage my parts ? nay gowns; and I warrant you, play at nine-pins then, my honour 's concerned. I can't put up every day in the week, so they do. that. Brother, help me to kill him. [Offers to draw. Luxy. To be sure, Miss, you will lead a better Ali. Hold! hold !

life when joined in holy wedlock with your sweet Moo. If Harcourt would but kill Sparkish, and tempered guardian, the cheerful Mr. Moody? run away with my sister, I should be rid of three Peg. I can't lead a worse, that's one good plagues at once.

(Aside. thing; but I must make the best of a bad market, Ali. Indeed, to tell the truth, the gentleman for I can't marry nobody else. said, after all, that what he spoke was but out of Lucy. How so, Miss ? that 's very strange. friendship to you.

Peg. Why, we have a contraction to one Spark. How! say I am a fool; that is no wit, another; so we are as good as married, you out of friendship to me.

know. Ali. Yes, to try whether I was concerned Lucy. I know it !-Heaven forbid, Miss. enough for you; and made love to me only to be Peg. Heigho! satisfied of my virtue for your sake.

Lucy. Don't sigh, Miss Peggy; if that young Har. Kind. however!

Aside. gentleman, who was here just now, would take Spark. Nay, if it were so, my dear rogue, I ask pity on me, I'd throw such a contract as youn thee pardon; but why would not you tell me so, behind the fire. 'faith?

Peg. Lord bless us, how you talk!


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