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therefore be brief, call in the lady, and take yo
Sir Fran. Agreed. Miranda !
Sir Geo. If she's a woman, and not seduc'd b craft to this old rogue, I'll make his heart ac of she has but one grain of inclination about vary a thousand shapes but find it.
Enter MIRANDA and Sir FRANCIS. Sir Fran. There, sir George, try your fortul
[Takes out his Sir Geo. So from the eastern chambers bre: sun, dispels the clouds, and gilds the vales be
[Salut Sir Fran. Hold, sir; kissing was not in our ment.
Sir Geo. Oh! that's by way of prologue. Pry old mammon, to thy post.
Sir Fran. Well, young Timon, 'tis now four exa ten minutes, remember, is your utmost limit i 1 minute more. [Retires to the bottom of the s
Sir Geo. Madam, whether you'll excuse or b my love, the author of this rash proceeding, dep upon your pleasure, as also the life of
admi your sparkling eyes speak a heart susceptible of 1 your vivacity a soul too delicate to admit the embr of decayed mortality,
Miran. aside.] Ohl that I durst speak
Sir Geo. Shake off this tyrant guardian's yoke; sume yourself, and dash his bold aspiring hopes. I deity of his desires is avarice, a heretick in love, a
ought to be banish'd by the queen of beauty. See, madam, a faithful servant kneels, and begs to be admitted in the number of your slaves.
[Miranda gives him her hand to raise him. Sir Fran. “I wish I could hear what he says now.” [Running up.] Hold, hold, hold! no palming, that's contrary to articles
Sir Geo. 'Sdeath, sir, keep your distance, or I'll write another article in your guts.
[Lays his hand to his sword. Sir Fran. going back.] A bloody-minded fellow.
Sir Geo. Not answer me! perhaps she thinks my address too grave : I'll be more free-Can you be so unconscionable, madam, to let me say all these fine things to you without one single compliment in return? View me well; am I not a proper handsome fellow, ha ? can you prefer that old, dry, wither’d, sapless log of sixty-five to the vigorous, gay, sprightly love of twenty-four? With snoring only he'll awake thee, but I with ravishing delight would make thy senses dance in concert with the joyful minutes-Ha! not yet ? “ Sure she's dumb"-Thus would I steal and touch thy beauteous hand, [Takes hold of her hand.] 'till by degrees I reach'd thy snowy breasts, then ravish kisses thus.
[Embraces her with ecstacy. Miran, struggles, and flings from him.] Oh, heavens ! I shall not be able to contain myself. [ Aside.
Sir Fran. running up with his watch in his hand.] Sure she did not speak to him-There's five of the ten
minutes gone, sir George-Adad I don't like those close conferencesSir Geo. More interruptions---you will have it, sir!
[Lays his hand to his sword. Sir Fran. going back.] No, no; you sha’n't have her neither.
Aside. Sir Geo. Dumb still--sure this old dog has enjoin'd her silence. I'll try another way mo" I must conclude, “ madam, that in compliance to your guardian's hu“ mour you refuse to answer me. Consider the in. "justice of his injunction.”-Madam, these few mi. mutes cost me a hundred pounds--and would you answer me I could purchase the whole day so. How. ever, madam, you must give me leave to make the best interpretation I can for my money, and take the indication of your silence for the secret liking of my person; therefore, madam, I will instruct you how to keep your word inviolate to sir Francis, and yet an. swer me to every question: as for exanıple, when I ask any thing to which you would reply in the affirmative, gently nod your head-thus, [ Nods.] and when in the negative thus, (Shakes his head.] and in the doubtful, a tender sigh thus, [Sighs.]
Miran. How every action charms me--but I'll fit him for signs I warrant him.
[ Aside “ Sir Fran. Ha, ha, ha! poor sir Georgel ha, 4 ha, ha!"
Aside Sir Geo. Was it by his desire that you are dumb, madam, to all I can say? [Miranda nods.] Very well!
she's tractable I find-And is it possible that you can love him ? [Miranda nods.] Miraculous! Pardon the bluntness of my questions, for my time is short. May I not hope to supplant him in your esteem? (Miranda sighs.] Good I she answers me as I could wish... You'll not consent to marry him then? [Miranda sighs.] How! doubtful in that ?-Undone again--Humph! but that may proceed from his power to keep her ou of her estate 'till twenty-five: l'll try that-Come, - madam, I cannot think you hesitate in this affair out of any motive but your fortune-let him keep it 'till those few years are expired ; make me happy with your person, let him enjoy your wealth.--[Miranda holds up her hands.] Why, what sign is that now? Nay, nay, madam, except you observe my lesson I cann't understand your meaning.
Sir Fran. What a vengeance! are they talking by signs ? 'ad I may be fool'd here. What do you mean, sir George?
Sir Geo. To cut your throat if you dare mutter another syllables
Sir Fran. 'Od I wish he were fairly out of my house!
Sir Geo. Pray, madam, will you answer me to the purpose ? (Miranda shakes her head, and points to sit Francis. ] What does she mean? she won't answer me to the purpose, or is she afraid yon' old cuff shou'd understand her signs ? -ay, it must be that. I
perceive, madam, you are too apprehensive of the promise you have made to follow my rules, therefore I'll
suppose your mind, and answer for “ for myself, madam; that I am in 1 “ an infallible truth.” Now for you “ side. ] “ Indeed, sir! and may I belie
certainly, madam, as that 'tis daylig “if you persist in silence.-Bless me “ of your voice, and raise my spirits " heaven. Thus low let me entreal “ to quit this place; grant me some “ vourable reception to keep my hope “ hastily, turns on her side.] Rise, s
guardian's presence will not allow
tongue, read that, and rest assur'd y “ ferent to me." [Offers her a letter, sh “ Ha, right woman! but no matter;
Sir Fran. Ha! what's that! a lett ha! thou art baulk'd.
Miran. The best assurance I ever s
Sir Geo. Ha! a letter! oh ! let me same raptures that I would do the touch'd it. [Opens it.] Now for a q long extempore-What's here? [Re. “ George! this virgin muse I consecr « when it has receiv'd the addition of “ charm me into a desire of liberty
you, and only you, can fix.” My transport me! [Kisses the letter.] “A “ of your command, the god of love, (Calready. the Aowing numbers dance