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my hand, Sir George, which if you'll be so rude to provoke
Sir Geo. You'll apply it to my cheek—the ladies' favours are always welcome, but I must have that cloud withdrawn. [Taking hold of her.] Remember you are in the Park, child; and what a terrible thing would it be to lose this pretty white hand ?
Miran. And how will it sound in a chocolate house that Sir George Airy rudely pulled off a lady's mask, when he had given her his honour that he never would, directly or indirectly, endeavour to know her till she gave him leave ?
« Patch. I wish we were safe out."
Sir. Geo. But it that lady thinks fit to pursue and meet me at every turn, like some troubled spirit, shall I be blam'd if I inquire into the reality? I would have nothing dissatisfied in a female shape. Miran. What shall I do?
[Pauses. Sir Geo. Ay, pr’ythee consider, for thou shalt find me very much at thy service.
Patch. Suppose, sir, the lady should be in love with you?
Sir Geo. Oh! I'll return the obligation in a mo. ment.
Patch. And marry her?
Sir Geo. Ha, ha, ha! that's not the way to love her, child.
Miran. If he discovers me I shall die Which way shall 1 escape? - let me see.
Sir Geo. Well, madam-
should allow something; if you'll excuse my face, and turn your back, (if you look upon me I shall sink, even mask'd as I am) I will confess why I have engag'd you so often, who I am, and where I live,
Sir Geo. Well, to shew you I'm a man of honour, I accept the conditions : let me but once know those, and the face won't be long a secret to me.
Patch. What mean you, madam!
Sir Geo. 'Tis something indecent to turn one's back upon a lady; but you command and I obey. [Turns his back.] Come, madam, begin
Miran. First, then, it was my unhappy lot to see you at Paris [Draws back a little way, and speaks.] at a ball upon a birthday; your shape and air charm’d 2. my eyes, your wit and complaisance my soul, and from that fatal night I lov'd you.
Sir Geo. Excellent--I hope she's handsome-Well, now madam, to the two other things, your name, and where you live-I am a gentleman, and this confession will not be lost upon me—Nay, pr’ythee don't weep, but go on, for I find my heart melts in thy behalf-Speak quickly, or I shall turn about Not
yet-Poor lady! she expects I should comfort her, and to do her justice she has said enough to en. courage me. [Turns about.] Ha! gone! the devil! jilted! Why, what a tale has she invented-of Paris, balls, and birthdays!--Egad I'd give ten guineas to know who the gipsy is—A curse of my folly—I deserve to lose her. What woman can forgive a man that turns his back!
The bold and resolute in love and war
ACT II. SCENE 1.
Enter Sir FRANCIS Gripe and MIRANDA.
Sir Francis. Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Miran. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Oh, I shall die with laughing the most romantick adventure-Ha, ha, ha! What does the odious young fop mean? A hun dred pieces to talk ten minutes with me! ha, ha, ha,
Sir Fran. And I am to be by too, there's the jest: adad if it had been in private I should not have car'd to trust the young dog.
Miran. Indeed and indeed but you might, GardyNow methinks there's nobody handsomer than you : so neat, so clean, so good-humour'd, and so loving
Sir Fran. Pretty rogue, pretty rogue! and so thou shalt find me, if thou dost prefer thy Gardy before these caperers of the age: thou shalt outshine the queen's box on an opera night; thou shalt be the envy of the ring, (for I will carry thee to Hyde-Park) and thy equipage shall surpass the what d'ye call 'em ambassador's.
Miran. Nay, I am sure the discreet part of my sex will envy me more for the inside furniture, when you are in it, than my outside equipage.
Sir Fran. A cunning baggage i’faith thou art, and a wise one too! and to shew thee that thou hast not chose amiss, l'll this moment disinherit my son and settle my whole estate upon thee.
Miran. There's an old rogue now. [ Aside.] No, Gardy, I would not have your name be so black in the world-Yow know my father's will runs that I am not to possess my estate, without your consent, till I am five-and-twenty; you shall only abate the odd seven years, and make me mistress of my estate today, and I'll make you master of my person to-morrow,
Sir Fran. Humph! that may not be safe-No, Chargy, l'll settle it upon thee for pinmoney, and that will be every bit as well thou know'st.
Miran. Unconscionable old wretch! bribe me with my own money!-Which way shall I get out of his hands.
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Sir Fran. Well, what art thou thinking on my girl, ha? how to banter Sir George !
Miran. I must not pretend to banter; he knows my tongue too well. [Aside.] No, Gardy, I have thought of a way will confound him more than all i could say, if I should talk to him seven years.
Sir Fran. How's that? oh! I'm transported, I'm ravish'd, I'm mad
Miran. It would make you mad if you knew all. [ Aside.] I'll not answer him a word, but be dumb to
all he says.
Sir Fran. Dumb! good; ha, ha, ha! Excellent! ha, ha, ha, ha! I think I have you now, Sir George. Dumb ! he'll go distracted-well, she's the wittiest rogue.--Ha, ha, dumb! I cann't but laugh, ha, ha! to think how damn'd mad he'll be when he finds he has given his money away for a dumb show; ha, ha, ha!
Miran. Nay, Gardy, if he did but know my thoughts of him it would make him ten times madder; ha, ha, ha, ha!
Sir. Fran. Ay, so it would, Chargy, to hold him in such derision, to scorn to answer him, to be dumb ! ha, ha, ha!
Sir Fran. Your necessities are very impertinent, and ought to have sent before they enter'd.