Act
I.
Scene
,
The
Mall
.
Truman
reading
a
Billet
,
and
Servant
.
Trum
.
IN
a
Vizor
say
you
?
Serv
.
Yes
,
Sir
,
and
as
soon
as
she
had
deliver'd
it
,
without
any
thing
more
,
gave
the
word
to
the
Coachman
,
drew
up
the
Tin
Lettice
and
away
she
hurry'd
.
Trum
.
The
meaning
of
a
Billet
of
this
nature
without
a
Name
is
a
Riddle
to
me
.
—
Reads
.
You
know
me
and
see
me
often
,
I
wish
I
may
never
see
you
more
,
except
you
knew
better
where
to
place
your
Love
,
or
I
were
abler
to
govern
mine
:
As
you
are
a
Gentleman
,
burn
this
so
soon
as
it
comes
to
your
hands
.
—
Adieu
.
Well
,
this
can
be
no
other
then
some
Stanch
Vertue
of
35.
that
is
just
now
fallen
under
the
Temptation
,
or
what
is
as
bad
,
one
of
those
Cautious
Dealers
that
never
venture
but
in
Masquerade
,
where
they
are
sure
to
be
wondrous
kind
,
tho'
they
discover
no
more
to
the
Lover
then
he
has
just
occasion
to
make
use
of
.
Enter
Goodvile
and
Valentine
.
Val
.
Truman
,
Good
morrow
,
just
out
of
your
Lodging
?
but
that
I
know
thee
better
,
I
should
swear
thou
hadst
resolv'd
to
spend
this
day
in
Humiliation
and
Repentance
for
the
sins
of
the
last
.
Goodv.
I
beg
your
pardon
!
Some
Lady
has
taken
up
your
time
.
Thou
canst
no
more
rise
in
a
Morning
without
a
Wench
,
then
thou
canst
go
to
Bed
at
Night
without
a
Bottle
.
Truman
,
wilt
thou
never
leave
whoring
?
Trum
.
Peace
,
Matrimony
,
peace
—
speak
more
reverently
of
your
dearly
beloved
whoring
.
Valentine
,
he
is
the
meer
Spirit
of
Hypocrisie
—
h'
ad
hardly
been
married
Ten
Days
,
but
he
left
his
Wife
to
go
home
from
the
Play
alone
in
her
Coach
,
whilst
he
debaucht
me
with
two
Vizors
in
a
Hackney
to
Supper
.
Val
.
Truly
Goodvile
,
that
was
very
civil
,
and
may
come
to
something
—
But
Gentlemen
it
begins
to
grow
late
.
Where
shall
we
Dine
?
Trum
.
Where
you
will
,
I
am
indifferent
.
Goodv.
And
I.
Val
.
I
had
appointed
to
meet
at
Chatolins
,
but
—
Tru
.
With
whom
?
Val
.
Why
,
your
Cousin
Malagene
Goodvil
.
Goodv.
Valentine
,
Thou
art
too
much
with
that
fellow
.
't
is
true
indeed
he
is
some
relation
to
me
,
but
't
is
such
a
lying
Varlet
,
there
is
no
induring
of
him
.
Val
.
But
Rogues
and
Fools
are
so
very
plenty
't
is
hard
always
to
escape
'
em
.
Trum
.
Besides
he
dares
be
no
more
a
Friend
then
a
Foe
,
he
never
spoke
well
of
any
man
behind
his
back
,
nor
ill
before
his
face
:
he
is
a
general
Disperser
of
nauseous
Scandall
tho'
it
be
of
his
own
Mother
or
Sister
,
prithee
let
's
avoid
him
if
we
can
to
day
.
Goovd
.
't
will
be
almost
impossible
,
for
he
is
as
impudent
as
he
is
troublesom
;
as
there
is
no
Company
so
ill
but
hee
'l
keep
,
so
there
is
none
so
good
but
hee
'l
pretend
to
.
If
he
has
ever
seen
you
once
,
hee
'l
be
sure
of
you
:
And
if
he
knows
where
you
are
,
he
's
no
more
to
be
kept
out
of
your
Room
,
then
you
can
keep
him
out
of
your
Debt
.
Val
.
He
came
where
I
was
last
Night
roaring
drunk
:
swore
Dam
him
,
he
had
bin
with
my
Lord
such
a
one
,
and
had
swallow'd
three
quarts
of
Champaigne
for
his
share
,
said
he
had
much
ado
to
get
away
,
but
came
then
particularly
to
drink
a
Bottle
with
me
:
I
was
forc't
to
promise
him
I
would
meet
him
to
day
,
to
get
rid
of
him
.
Goodv.
Faith
Gentlemen
,
let
us
all
go
dine
at
my
house
:
I
have
snubb'd
him
of
late
,
and
he
'l
hardly
venture
that
way
so
soon
again
:
At
Night
I
'le
promise
you
good
Company
,
my
Wife
(
for
I
allow
her
for
my
own
sake
what
freedom
she
pleases
)
has
sent
for
the
Fiddles
to
come
.
Trum
.
Goodvile
,
If
there
be
any
such
thing
as
ease
in
Matrimony
,
thou
hast
it
:
But
methinks
,
there
's
as
it
were
a
Mark
upon
married
men
that
makes
'em
as
distinguishable
from
one
of
us
as
your
Jews
are
from
the
rest
of
Mankind
.
Goodv.
Oh
there
are
pleasures
you
dream
not
of
:
he
is
onely
confin'd
by
it
that
will
be
so
:
A
man
may
make
his
Condition
as
easie
as
he
pleases
.
—
Mine
is
such
a
fond
wanton
Ape
,
I
never
come
home
,
but
she
entertains
me
with
fresh
kindness
:
and
Jack
when
I
have
been
hunting
for
Game
with
you
,
and
miss'd
of
an
Opportunity
,
stops
a
Gap
well
enough
.
Trum
.
There
's
no
Condition
so
wretched
but
has
its
reserve
:
Your
Spaniel
turn'd
out
of
doors
goes
contentedly
to
his
Kennel
.
Your
Begger
when
he
can
get
no
better
lodging
,
knows
his
old
warm
Bush
;
and
your
married
Whore-master
that
misses
of
his
Wench
,
goes
honestly
home
,
and
there
's
Madam
Wife
.
—
But
Goodvile
,
who
are
to
be
the
Company
at
Night
?
Goodv.
In
the
first
place
,
my
Cousin
Victoria
your
Idol
,
Jack
Truman
;
then
Mr.
Valentine
,
there
will
be
the
charming
Camilla
,
and
another
that
never
fails
upon
such
an
occasion
,
the
unimitable
Lady
Squeamish
.
Trum
.
That
indeed
is
a
worthy
person
,
a
great
Critick
forsooth
;
one
that
censures
Plays
,
and
takes
it
very
ill
she
has
none
dedicated
to
her
yet
,
a
constant
frequenter
of
all
Masquerades
and
publick
Meetings
,
a
perfect
Coquet
,
very
affected
,
and
something
old
.
Val
.
Discourses
readily
of
all
the
Love
Intrigues
of
the
Court
and
Town
,
a
strange
Admirer
of
Accomplishments
and
good
breeding
as
she
calls
it
;
a
restless
Dancer
:
one
that
by
her
good
will
would
never
be
out
of
motion
.
Trum
.
How
Valentine
!
you
were
once
a
great
Admirer
there
,
have
a
care
,
how
you
speak
too
harshly
of
your
Mistress
,
though
the
business
be
over
.
You
stand
well
with
the
Ladies
yet
,
and
are
held
a
man
of
principles
.
Goodv.
That
indeed
is
a
fine
Creature
.
Your
old
harrass'd
Stager
has
always
some
such
resty
Whore-master
or
another
,
whom
she
makes
the
best
of
her
despair
withall
,
and
after
being
forsaken
by
half
the
Town
besides
,
comforts
her self
in
her
man
of
principles
.
But
now
I
think
on
't
,
we
delay
too
long
.
I
'le
go
before
and
prepare
:
Gentlemen
you
'l
be
sure
to
follow
?
Trum
.
Sir
,
wee
'l
not
fail
to
wait
on
you
.
Exit
Goodvile
.
Boy
!
is
the
Coach
ready
?
Valentine
!
I
have
had
the
oddest
adventure
this
Morning
—
ha
—
Malagene
!
Enter
Malagene
.
How
came
he
hither
?
Mal
.
Jack
Truman
,
Monsieur
Valentine
,
bon
jour
—
was
not
that
Goodvile
I
met
coming
in
—
hah
?
Val
.
Yes
,
he
parted
hence
but
now
.
Mal
.
Faith
I
'le
tell
ye
what
Gentlemen
,
Goodvile's
a
very
honest
Fellow
as
can
be
,
but
he
and
I
are
fallen
out
of
late
,
though
faith
't
was
none
of
my
seeking
.
Trum
.
No
,
I
'le
be
sworn
for
thee
,
thou
lov'st
thy self
better
.
Val
.
Pray
,
what
was
the
matter
Malagene
?
Mal
.
Why
I
was
advising
him
to
look
after
things
better
at
home
.
The
Fellow
has
married
a
young
Wife
,
and
there
he
lets
her
make
Balls
and
give
Entertainments
.
I
was
very
free
with
him
and
told
him
of
it
to
the
purpose
:
for
saith
I
should
be
sorry
to
see
any
ill
come
on
't
,
very
sorry
.
Trum
.
But
hark
ye
Malagene
,
Goodvile's
a
sort
of
a
surly
Companion
,
and
apt
to
have
so
good
an
Opinion
of
himself
,
that
he
is
able
to
manage
Affairs
without
your
advice
:
He
might
have
been
very
severe
with
you
upon
this
occasion
.
Malag
.
Severe
with
me
!
I
thank
you
for
that
with
all
my
heart
,
That
had
been
the
way
to
have
made
a
fine
piece
of
work
on
't
indeed
!
Hark
ye
,
(
under
the
Rose
)
he
's
sweetly
sitted
with
my
Cousin
though
.
Val
.
Pray
,
Sir
,
speak
with
more
respect
:
We
are
his
friends
,
and
not
prepar'd
to
rellish
any
of
your
Satyr
at
present
.
Malag
.
O
Lord
Sir
!
I
beg
your
pardon
,
you
are
a
new
acquaintance
there
,
I
remember
,
and
may
design
an
Interest
.
Faith
Ned
,
if
thou
dost
,
I
'le
ne'r
be
thy
hindrance
,
for
all
she
's
my
Kinswoman
.
Trum
.
The
Rascal
if
he
had
an
opportunity
would
pimp
for
his
Sister
,
though
but
for
the
bare
pleasure
of
telling
it
himself
.
Malag
.
Now
when
he
comes
home
,
will
she
be
hanging
about
his
neck
,
with
,
O
Lord
,
Dear
!
where
have
you
been
this
Morning
?
I
can't
abide
you
should
go
abroad
so
soon
,
that
I
can't
:
You
are
never
well
but
when
you
are
with
that
wicked
lewd
Truman
,
and
his
debaucht
Companion
young
Valentine
:
But
that
I
know
you
are
a
good
Dear
,
I
should
be
apt
to
be
jealous
of
you
,
that
I
should
,
ha
,
ha
.
Trum
.
Sir
,
you
are
very
bold
with
our
Characters
,
methinks
.
Malag
.
I
,
shaw
!
your
Servant
:
Sure
we
that
know
one
another
may
be
free
:
You
may
say
as
much
of
me
if
you
please
.
But
no
matter
for
that
,
did
you
hear
nothing
of
my
Business
last
Night
?
—
hah
?
Trum
.
Not
a
word
I
assure
you
,
Sir
.
Pray
how
was
it
?
Prithee
let
him
alone
a
little
,
Valentine
.
Malag
.
Why
,
coming
out
of
Chatolins
last
Night
,
(
where
it
had
cost
me
a
Guinney-Club
,
with
a
Right
Honourable
or
two
of
this
Kingdom
,
which
shall
be
nameless
)
just
as
I
was
getting
into
a
Coach
,
who
should
come
by
but
a
Blustering
Fellow
with
a
woman
in
his
hand
,
and
swore
,
Dam
him
,
the
Coach
was
for
him
:
we
had
some
words
,
and
he
drew
;
with
that
I
put
by
his
pass
,
clos'd
with
him
,
and
threw
up
his
Heels
,
took
away
Toledo
,
gave
him
2
or
3
good
Cuts
over
the
Face
,
seiz'd
upon
Damozel
,
carried
her
away
with
me
to
my
Chamber
,
manag'd
her
all
Night
,
and
just
now
sent
her
off
.
—
Faith
,
amongst
friends
she
was
a
person
of
quality
,
I
'le
tell
you
that
.
Trum
.
What!
a
person
of
quality
at
that
time
o'
th'
Night
,
and
on
foot
too
?
Malag
.
Ay
,
and
one
that
you
both
know
very
well
,
but
take
no
notice
on
't
.
Val
.
Oh
,
Sir
,
you
may
be
sure
we
shall
be
very
cautious
of
spreading
any
Secrets
of
yours
of
this
nature
.
—
Lying
Rakehel
,
the
highest
he
ever
arriv'd
at
was
a
Bawd
,
and
she
too
banisht
him
at
last
,
because
he
boasted
of
her
Favours
.
Malag
.
Nay
,
not
that
I
care
very
much
neither
,
you
may
tell
it
if
you
will
;
for
I
think
it
was
no
more
then
any
one
wou'd
have
done
upon
the
same
occasion
—
ha
.
—
Trum
.
Doubtless
,
Sir
,
you
were
much
in
the
right
:
but
,
Valentine
,
we
shall
stay
too
long
:
't
is
time
we
were
going
.
Malag
.
What
,
to
Dinner
?
I
'le
make
a
third
man
—
where
shall
it
be
?
Trum
.
Sir
,
I
am
sorry
,
we
must
beg
your
excuse
this
time
,
for
we
are
both
engag'd
.
Malag
.
Whoo
!
prithee
,
that
's
all
one
,
I
am
sure
I
know
the
Company
;
I
'le
go
along
at
a
venture
.
Val
.
No
,
but
Malagene
!
to
make
short
of
the
Business
,
we
are
going
into
Company
that
are
not
very
good
Friends
of
yours
,
and
will
be
very
uneasie
if
you
be
there
.
Malag
.
What
's
that
to
the
purpose
?
—
I
care
as
little
for
them
as
they
do
for
me
,
tho'
on
my
word
,
Sparks
!
of
honest
Fellows
,
you
keep
the
oddest
Company
sometimes
that
ever
I
knew
!
Trum
.
But
,
Sir
,
we
are
resolv'd
to
reform
it
,
and
in
order
thereunto
desire
you
would
leave
us
to
our selves
to
day
.
Malag
.
No
—
but
I
'le
tell
you
,
go
along
with
me
,
I
have
discover'd
a
Treasure
of
pale
Wine
—
I
'le
assure
you
't
is
the
same
the
King
drinks
of
—
What
say
you
,
Jack
?
I
am
but
for
one
Bottle
or
two
,
for
faith
I
have
resolv'd
to
live
sober
for
a
week
.
Trum
.
Prithee
,
Tormentor
,
leave
us
!
do
not
I
know
the
Wine
thou
drink'st
is
as
base
as
the
Company
thou
keep'st
?
To
be
plain
with
you
,
we
will
not
go
with
you
,
nor
must
you
go
with
us
.
Malag
.
Why
,
if
one
should
ask
the
question
now
,
whither
are
you
going
?
hah
?
Val
.
How
comes
it
,
Malagene
,
you
are
not
with
your
two
Friends
,
Caper
and
Saunter
?
—
you
may
be
sure
of
them
;
they
'l
eat
and
drink
,
and
go
all
over
the
World
with
you
.
Malag
.
How
canst
thou
think
that
I
would
keep
such
loathsom
Company
?
a
brace
of
silly
talking
,
dancing
,
singing
Rascals
:
't
is
true
,
I
contracted
an
acquaintance
with
'em
,
I
know
not
how
;
and
now
and
then
when
I
am
out
of
humour
,
love
to
laugh
at
and
abuse
'em
for
an
hour
or
two
—
but
come
what
will
on
't
,
I
am
resolv'd
to
go
along
with
you
to
Day
.
Trum
.
Upon
my
word
,
Sir
,
you
cannot
—
Why
should
you
make
so
many
difficulties
with
your
friends
?
Malag
.
Whoo
!
prithee
leave
fooling
.
—
You
would
shake
me
off
now
,
would
you
?
But
I
know
better
things
.
—
The
Sham
won't
pass
upon
me
,
Sir
,
it
won't
,
look
you
.
Trum
.
Death
,
we
must
use
him
ill
,
or
there
is
no
getting
rid
of
him
,
not
pass
,
Sir
?
Mal
.
No
,
Sir
!
Trum
.
Pray
,
Sir
,
leave
us
.
Mal
.
I
shan't
do
't
,
Sir
.
Trum
.
But
you
must
,
Sir
.
Mal
.
May
be
not
Sir
.
Trum
.
I
am
going
this
way
.
Walking
off
.
Mal
.
So
am
I.
Trum
.
But
,
Sir
,
I
must
stay
here
a
little
longer
.
Malag
.
With
all
my
heart
!
t
is
the
same
thing
,
I
am
not
in
hast
.
Val
.
Have
a
care
,
Malagene
,
how
you
provoke
Truman
—
you
'l
run
the
hazard
of
a
scurvy
beating
,
my
friend
,
if
you
do
.
Malag
.
Beating
!
I
am
sorry
,
Sir
,
you
know
no
better
:
pox
,
I
am
us'd
to
serve
him
so
,
man
;
let
me
alone
,
you
shall
see
how
I
'le
teaze
him
.
Hark
you
Jack
.
Trum
.
Sir
,
you
are
an
impudent
troublesom
Coxcomb
.
Malag
.
No
matter
for
that
,
I
shan't
leave
you
.
Trum
.
Sir
,
I
shall
pull
you
by
the
Nose
then
.
Malag
.
T
is
all
one
to
me
,
do
your
worst
.
Trum
.
Take
that
then
,
Sir
.
—
Now
d'
ye
hear
—
Tweaks
him
by
the
Nose
.
Go
about
your
business
.
Malag
.
Nay
,
Faith
,
Jack
,
now
you
drive
the
Jest
too
far
:
what
a
Pox
I
know
you
are
not
in
earnest
,
prithee
let
's
go
.
Trum
.
Death
,
Sir
,
you
lye
,
not
in
earnest
!
—
let
this
convince
you
—
Kicks
him
.
How
like
you
the
Jest
now
,
Sir
?
Malag
.
Hark
you
Truman
,
We
shan't
Dine
together
then
,
shall
we
?
Val
.
Faith
,
to
tell
you
the
truth
of
the
matter
;
Truman
had
a
quarrel
last
Night
,
and
we
are
just
now
going
to
make
an
end
on
't
:
't
is
that
makes
him
so
surly
.
Nevertheless
,
now
I
think
on
't
better
,
if
you
'l
go
,
you
shall
,
perhaps
we
may
have
occasion
for
a
third
man
.
Malag
.
No
,
no
,
if
that
be
the
business
I
'le
say
no
more
,
puh
—
I
hate
to
press
into
any
mans
Company
against
his
Inclination
.
Truman
!
Upon
my
Reputation
,
you
are
very
uncivil
now
,
that
you
are
.
But
hark
you
,
I
ran
to
the
Groom-Porters
last
Night
and
lost
my
Money
—
Prithee
lend
me
two
Guinneys
till
next
time
I
see
thee
,
Child
.
Trum
.
With
all
my
heart
,
Sir
,
I
was
sure
't
would
come
to
this
at
last
:
't
is
here
,
you
may
command
what
you
please
from
your
Servant
.
Malagene
,
Good
morrow
.
Enter
Caper
and
Saunter
.
Malag
.
Dear
Jack
Truman
,
your
humble
—
Exit
Truman
.
Val
.
Won't
you
go
along
with
us
then
Malagene
?
Malag
.
No
,
here
are
two
silly
Fellows
coming
,
I
'le
go
and
divert
my self
a
little
with
them
at
present
.
Val
.
Why
,
those
are
the
very
people
you
rail'd
at
so
but
now
:
you
will
not
leave
us
for
them
?
at
a
time
when
you
may
be
so
serviceable
?
Malag
.
Hang
't
,
you
'l
have
no
occasion
for
me
man
:
Say
no
more
on
't
,
but
take
my
advice
,
be
sure
you
stand
fast
,
Don't
give
ground
,
d'
ye
hear
,
push
briskly
,
and
I
'le
warrant
you
do
your
business
.
Val
.
Sir
,
I
thank
you
for
your
counsel
,
and
am
sorry
we
can't
have
your
company
but
;
you
are
ingag'd
?
Malag
.
Are
you
sure
though
it
will
come
to
fighting
?
I
have
no
mind
to
leave
your
company
methinks
.
Val
.
Nay
,
nothing
so
certain
as
that
we
shall
fight
:
I
wish
you
would
go
,
for
I
fancy
there
will
be
three
in
the
Field
.
Malag
.
A
pox
on
't
,
now
I
remember
,
I
promis'd
to
meet
these
people
here
,
and
can't
avoid
'em
now
,
I
'de
go
with
you
else
with
all
my
heart
Faith
and
Troth
,
but
if
you
'd
have
me
send
a
Guard
,
I
'le
do
't
.
Val
.
No
,
Sir
,
—
there
's
no
danger
—
Nothing
but
the
Rogues
cowardize
could
have
rid
us
of
him
.
Exit
Valentine
.
Malag
.
How
now
Bullies
,
whither
so
fast
this
Morning
?
I
parted
just
now
with
Jack
Truman
and
Ned
Valentine
:
They
would
fain
have
had
me
to
Dinner
with
'em
,
but
I
was
not
in
a
humour
of
drinking
,
and
to
speak
the
truth
on
't
,
you
are
better
Company
ten
to
one
.
They
ingross
still
all
the
discourse
to
themselves
:
and
a
man
can
never
be
free
with
them
neither
.
Cap.
Oh
Lord
,
Malagene
!
we
met
the
Delicat'st
Creature
but
now
as
we
came
round
,
I
am
a
Rascal
,
if
I
don't
think
her
one
of
the
finest
Women
in
the
world
:
I
shan't
get
her
out
of
my
mind
this
Month
.
Saunt
.
't
was
Victoria
,
my
Lady
Fairfields
Daughter
that
came
to
Town
last
Summer
when
Goodvile
was
marri'd
.
He
in
love
with
her
,
poor
Soul
!
—
I
shall
beg
his
pardon
there
as
I
take
it
—
Sings
.
Malag
.
That
's
Truman's
blowing
:
she
's
always
lingring
after
him
here
and
at
the
Play-house
:
She
heats
herself
here
every
Morning
against
the
general
Course
at
Night
,
where
she
comes
as
constantly
as
my
Lady
Squeamish
her self
.
Saunt
.
I
vow
that
's
a
fine
person
too
,
don't
you
think
she
has
abundance
of
wit
,
Malagene
?
She
and
I
did
so
rally
Caper
t'other
day
.
Cap.
Ay
,
it
may
be
so
.
Saunt
.
But
did
you
never
hear
her
sing
?
She
made
me
sit
with
her
till
Two
a
Clock
t'other
Morning
to
teach
her
an
Italian
Song
.
I
have
,
and
I
vow
she
sings
it
wonderfully
.
Malag
.
Dam
her
,
she
's
the
most
affected
amorous
Jilt
,
and
loves
young
Fellows
more
then
an
old
Kite
does
young
Chicken
:
There
is
not
a
Coxcomb
of
eighteen
in
Town
can
escape
her
,
we
shall
have
her
draw
one
of
you
into
Matrimony
within
this
Fortnight
.
Cap.
Malagene
,
Thou
art
the
most
Satyrical
Thief
breathing
:
I
'd
give
any
thing
thou
didst
but
love
dancing
,
that
I
might
have
thee
on
my
side
sometimes
.
Saunt
.
Well
Malagene
,
I
hope
to
see
thee
so
in
love
one
day
,
as
to
leave
off
drinking
as
I
have
done
and
set
up
for
a
Shape
and
a
Face
:
Or
what
is
all
one
,
write
amorous
Sonnets
,
and
fight
Duels
with
all
that
do
but
look
like
Rivals
.
I
would
n●●e
in
love
for
all
the
world
,
I
vow
and
swear
.
Walks
up
and
down
with
an
affected
motion
.
Cap.
Nor
I.
—
An
Phyllis
,
if
you
wou'd
not
love
The
Shepherd
,
&c.
Sings
.
But
d'
ye
hear
,
Malagene
,
They
say
Goodvile
gives
a
Ball
to
Night
,
is
it
true
?
Malag
.
Yes
,
I
intend
to
be
there
,
if
I
do
not
go
to
Court
.
Cap.
I
am
glad
of
it
with
all
my
heart
—
Saunter
—
There
's
my
Lady
,
to
be
sure
,
she
'l
not
fail
.
Saunt
.
But
will
you
go
,
Malagene
?
Goodvile
and
you
are
at
a
distance
.
Malag
.
Whoo
!
pox
that
's
nothing
,
I
'le
go
for
all
that
.
But
faith
,
I
shou'd
meet
my
Lord
—
at
Court
to
Night
:
besides
,
I
han't
been
in
the
Drawing
Room
these
three
days
;
the
Company
will
wonder
what
's
become
of
me
.
Enter
Lady
Squeamish
.
She
here
!
Nay
then
—
Cap.
Madam
,
your
Ladiships
most
humble
Servant
.
Congees
affectedly
.
L.
Squ
.
Mr.
Caper
!
your
most
Devoted
.
—
Oh
dear
Mr.
Saunter
!
a
thousand
thanks
to
you
for
my
Song
.
Saunt
.
Your
Ladiship
does
your
Servant
too
much
honour
.
Sings
,
As
Cloe
full
of
,
&c.
L.
Sq.
Mr.
Caper
,
you
are
a
stranger
indeed
,
I
have
not
seen
you
this
two
days
:
Lord
,
where
d'
ye
live
?
Cap.
I
should
have
waited
on
your
Ladiship
,
but
was
so
tired
at
the
Masquerade
at
my
Lord
Flutters
t'other
Night
.
Dances
and
capers
.
Saunt
.
Madam
,
Madam
,
Mr.
Goodvile
gives
a
Ball
to
Night
:
Will
your
Ladiship
be
there
?
L.
Sq.
Yes
;
I
heard
of
it
this
Morning
,
Victoria
sent
me
word
.
Cap.
Oh
,
Madam
,
d'
ye
hear
the
News
?
Goodvile
makes
a
Ball
to
Night
:
I
hope
I
shall
have
the
honour
of
your
Ladiships
company
.
L.
Sq.
Oh
,
by
all
means
:
Mr.
Caper
,
pray
don't
you
fail
us
.
Oh
Lord
,
Mr.
Malagene
,
I
beg
your
pardon
,
upon
my
honour
I
did
not
see
you
,
I
was
so
engaged
in
the
Civilities
of
these
Gentlemen
.
Malag
.
Your
Wit
and
Beauty
,
Madam
,
must
command
the
Honour
and
Admiration
of
all
the
World
.
But
when
did
your
Ladiship
see
Mr.
Valentine
?
L.
Sq.
Oh
,
name
him
not
,
Mr.
Malagene
,
he
's
the
unworthi'st
basest
Fellow
—
besides
he
has
no
principles
nor
breeding
:
I
wonder
you
Gentlemen
will
keep
him
company
.
I
'le
swear
he
's
enough
to
bring
an
Odium
on
the
whole
Sex
.
Malag
.
The
truth
on
't
is
,
Madam
,
I
do
d●●
〈◇〉
with
him
now
and
then
,
because
the
Fellow
has
some
wit
,
but
it
is
●●en
better
Company
is
out
of
the
way
;
and
faith
he
's
always
very
civil
to
me
as
can
be
:
I
can
rule
him
.
L.
Squem
.
Oh
Lord
,
't
is
impossible
.
Wit
!
Why
he
was
abroad
but
two
years
,
and
all
that
time
too
in
an
Academy
,
he
knows
not●ing
of
the
Intrigues
of
the
French
Court
,
and
has
the
worst
mien
in
the
world
:
he
has
a
sort
of
an
ill-natur'd
way
of
talking
indeed
,
and
they
say
makes
bold
with
me
sometimes
,
but
I
'le
assure
you
I
scorn
him
.
Malag
.
Truly
he
has
made
very
bold
with
you
,
or
he
is
foully
bely'd
:
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
L.
Sq.
They
say
,
he
's
grown
a
great
Admirer
of
Madam
Camilla
of
late
,
who
passes
for
a
Wit
forsooth
.
't
is
true
,
she
's
well
enough
,
but
I
suppose
is
not
the
first
that
has
been
troubled
with
his
impertinent
Addresses
.
Mal
.
Indeed
he
would
not
let
me
alone
,
till
I
brought
him
acquainted
there
:
he
owes
that
happiness
to
me
.
But
methinks
your
Ladiship
speaks
with
something
of
heat
—
By
Heav'n
she
's
jealous
!
L.
Sq.
No
,
I
assure
you
,
Sir
,
I
am
not
concern'd
at
it
in
the
least
.
But
did
you
ever
hear
'em
discourse
any
thing
of
me
?
Mal
.
Never
any
ill
,
Madam
,
onely
a
little
idle
Raillery
now
and
then
;
but
Truman
and
he
are
wont
to
be
something
lavish
when
they
have
been
drunk
in
my
company
.
—
't
will
work
.
L.
Sq.
Nay
,
I
know
he
has
spoken
dishonourably
of
me
behind
my
back
,
because
he
fail'd
in
his
filthy
designs
.
Madam
Camilla
may
deserve
better
of
him
,
I
doubt
not
:
but
if
I
am
not
reveng'd
on
his
falshood
—
[
Aside
]
Mr.
Caper
.
Cap.
Madam
.
Saunt
.
Madam
.
L.
Sq.
Where
do
you
go
to
day
?
Cap.
Will
your
Ladiship
be
at
the
new
Play
?
L.
Sq.
No
,
I
saw
it
the
first
day
,
and
don't
like
it
.
Mal
.
Madam
,
it
has
no
ill
Character
about
the
Town
.
L.
Sq.
O
Lord
,
Sir
,
the
Town
is
no
Judge
.
't
is
a
Tragedy
,
and
I
'le
assure
you
there
's
nothing
in
it
that's
moving
.
I
love
a
Tragedy
that
moves
mightily
.
Saunt
.
Does
your
Ladiship
know
who
writ
it
?
L.
Sq.
Yes
,
the
Poet
came
and
read
it
to
me
at
my
Lodgings
:
He
is
but
a
young
man
,
and
I
suppose
he
has
not
been
a
Writer
long
:
besides
,
he
has
had
little
or
no
conversation
with
the
Court
,
which
has
been
the
reason
he
has
committed
a
great
many
Indecorums
in
the
conduct
of
it
.
Saunt
.
I
did
not
like
it
neither
for
my
part
;
There
was
never
a
Song
in
it
,
ha
?
Cap.
No
,
nor
so
much
as
a
Dance
.
Mal
.
Oh
,
it
's
impossible
it
should
take
if
there
were
neither
Song
nor
Dance
in
it
.
L.
Sq.
And
then
their
Comedies
now
a
days
are
the
filthiest
things
,
full
of
Bawdy
and
nauseous
doings
which
they
mistake
for
raillery
and
intrigue
;
besides
they
have
no
wit
in
'em
neither
,
for
all
their
Gentlemen
and
men
of
wit
,
as
they
style
'em
,
are
either
silly
conceited
impudent
Coxcombs
,
or
else
rude
ill-mannerly
drunken
Fellows
—
fogh
—
I
am
asham'd
any
one
should
pretend
to
write
a
Comedy
,
that
does
not
know
the
nicer
rules
of
the
Court
,
and
all
the
Intrigues
and
Gallantries
that
pass
,
I
vow
.
Mal
.
Who
would
improve
in
those
things
,
must
consult
with
your
Ladiship
.
L.
Sq.
I
swear
,
Mr.
Malagene
,
you
are
an
obliging
person
:
I
wonder
the
world
should
be
so
malicious
to
give
you
so
undeserving
a
Character
as
they
do
:
I
always
found
you
extremely
generous
and
a
person
of
worth
.
Mal
.
In
troth
,
Madam
,
your
Ladiship
and
my self
are
the
subjects
of
abundance
of
envy
:
for
I
love
to
be
malicious
now
and
then
,
and
faith
,
am
the
very
scourge
of
the
Court
,
they
all
stand
in
awe
of
me
,
for
I
must
speak
what
I
know
,
tho'
sometimes
I
am
used
a
little
scurvily
for
it
;
but
faith
I
can't
help
it
,
't
is
my
way
.
L.
Sq.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
really
I
love
scandal
extremely
too
sometimes
,
so
it
be
decently
manag'd
—
But
as
I
was
saying
,
there
is
not
a
person
in
the
world
understands
the
Intrigues
of
the
Court
better
than
my self
:
I
am
the
general
Confident
of
the
Drawing
Room
,
and
know
the
loves
of
all
the
people
of
quality
in
Town
.
Cap.
Dear
Madam
,
how
stands
the
Affair
between
my
Lord
Supple
and
Madam
Lofty
?
L.
Sq.
Worse
then
ever
:
't
is
very
provoking
to
see
how
she
uses
the
poor
Creature
:
but
the
truth
is
,
she
can
never
be
at
rest
for
him
;
he
's
more
troublesom
then
an
old
Husband
,
continually
whispering
his
softnesses
and
making
his
vowes
,
till
at
last
she
is
forc'd
to
fly
to
me
for
shelter
,
and
then
we
do
so
laugh
—
which
the
good
natur'd
Creature
takes
so
patiently
—
I
swear
,
I
pity
him
.
Saunt
.
But
my
Lady
Colt
they
say
is
kinder
to
the
Sparkish
Mr.
Pruneit
.
L.
Squ
.
Oh
Lord
,
Mr.
Saunter
,
that
you
should
understand
no
better
;
to
my
knowledge
it
is
all
false
:
I
know
all
that
Intrigue
from
the
beginning
to
the
ending
,
it
has
been
off
this
Month
—
besides
he
keeps
a
Player
again
—
Oh
,
Mr.
Saunter
!
whatever
you
do
,
never
concern
your self
with
those
Players
.
Saunt
.
Madam
,
I
have
left
the
folly
long
since
:
When
first
I
came
to
Town
,
I
must
confess
I
had
a
Gallantry
there
:
but
since
I
have
been
acquainted
with
your
Ladiships
Wit
and
Beauty
,
I
have
learnt
to
lay
out
my
heart
to
better
advantage
—
I
think
that
was
finely
said
!
L.
Sq.
I
'le
swear
,
Mr.
Saunter
,
you
have
the
most
Court-like
way
of
expressing
your self
—
Saunt
.
Oh
Lord
,
Madam
!
Bows
and
cringes
.
L.
Sq.
Mr.
Malagene
,
these
are
both
my
intimate
acquaintance
,
and
I
le
swear
,
I
am
proud
of
'
em
.
Here
is
Mr.
Saunter
sings
the
French
manner
better
then
ever
I
heard
any
English
Gentleman
in
my
life
:
besides
he
pronounces
his
English
in
singing
with
a
French
kind
of
a
Tone
or
Accent
,
that
gives
it
a
strange
beauty
—
Sweet
Sir
,
do
me
the
favour
of
the
last
new
Song
.
Saunt
.
Let
me
die
!
your
Ladiship
obliges
me
beyond
expression
—
Malagene
,
thou
shalt
hear
me
.
Sings
a
Song
in
a
French
Tone
.
Mala
.
What
a
Devil
was
this
,
I
understand
not
a
word
on
't
.
Saunt
.
Ha
,
Malagene
,
ha
?
L.
Squ
.
Did
you
ever
hear
any
thing
so
fine
?
Malag
.
Never
,
Madam
,
never
:
I
swear
,
your
Ladiship
is
a
great
Judge
.
L.
Squ
.
but
how
plain
and
distinctly
too
every
word
was
pronounc'd
?
Mal
.
Oh
,
to
admiration
,
to
admiration
.
Makes
mouths
aside
.
L.
Squ
.
Well
,
Mr.
Saunter
,
you
are
a
charming
Creature
—
Oh
sad
,
Mr.
Caper
,
I
long
till
Night
comes
:
I
'le
dance
with
no
body
but
you
to
Night
,
for
I
swear
I
believe
I
shall
be
out
of
humour
.
Malag
.
That
's
more
then
she
ever
was
in
her
life
,
so
long
as
she
had
a
Fool
or
a
Fiddle
in
her
company
.
L.
Squ
.
Tho'
really
I
love
Dancing
immoderately
.
—
But
now
you
talk
of
Intrigues
,
I
am
mistaken
if
you
don't
see
something
where
we
are
going
to
Night
.
Malag
.
What
,
Goodvile
is
to
commence
Cuckold
,
is
it
not
so
?
L.
Squ
.
Oh
,
fie
,
Mr.
Malagene
,
fie
:
I
vow
you
'l
make
me
hate
you
,
if
you
talk
so
strangely
:
—
but
let
me
die
,
I
can't
but
laugh
—
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
—
Well
,
Gentlemen
,
you
shall
Dine
with
me
to
day
—
What
say
you
Mr.
Malagene
,
will
you
go
?
Malag
.
Your
Ladiship
may
be
sure
of
me
,
I
hate
to
break
good
Company
.
L.
Sq.
And
pray
now
let
us
be
very
severe
and
talk
maliciously
of
all
the
Town
.
Mr.
Caper
your
hand
:
Oh
,
dear
Mr.
Saunter
,
how
shall
I
divide
my self
—
I
'le
swear
,
I
am
strangely
at
a
loss
—
Mr.
Malagene
,
you
must
be
Mr.
Saunters
Mistriss
I
think
at
present
.
Malag
.
With
all
my
heart
,
Madam
,
—
Sweet
Mr.
Saunter
,
your
hand
:
I
swear
,
you
are
a
charming
Creature
,
and
your
Courtship
is
as
extraordinary
as
your
Voice
.
—
Let
me
die
,
and
I
vow
I
must
have
t'other
Song
after
Dinner
,
for
I
am
very
humoursom
and
very
whimsical
I
think
:
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Exeunt
omnes
.
End
first
Act.
THE
SECOND
ACT
.
SCENE
,
The
Ordinary
.
Enter
Mrs.
Goodvile
and
Lettice
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
DId
you
deliver
the
Billet
?
Lettic
.
Yes
,
Madam
,
faithfully
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
But
are
you
sure
you
did
?
Lettice
.
Can
your
Ladiship
think
I
would
be
guilty
of
the
least
neglect
in
a
Concern
of
such
moment
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
And
are
you
sure
he
Dines
here
to
day
?
Lettic
.
Madam
,
they
are
now
at
Dinner
below
:
Mr.
Valentine's
there
too
.
Oh
,
I
'le
swear
he
's
a
fine
man
,
the
most
courteous
person
!
Mrs.
Goodv.
What
,
because
he
hunts
and
kisses
you
when
he
's
drunk
?
No
,
Lettice
,
Truman
,
Truman
,
Oh
that
Truman
!
Lettice
.
I
wonder
your
Ladiship
should
be
so
taken
with
him
:
were
I
to
choose
,
I
should
think
my
Master
the
more
agreeable
man
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
And
you
may
take
him
if
you
will
;
he
is
as
much
a
Husband
as
one
would
wish
:
I
have
not
seen
him
this
Fortnight
;
he
never
comes
home
till
Four
in
the
Morning
,
and
then
he
sneaks
to
his
separate
Bed
,
where
he
lies
till
Afternoon
,
then
rises
and
out
again
upon
his
Parole
:
flesh
and
bloud
can't
endure
it
.
Lettice
.
But
he
always
visits
your
Ladiship
first
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
That
's
his
Policy
,
as
great
Debtors
are
always
very
respectfull
and
acknowledging
where
they
never
mean
to
pay
.
't
is
true
,
he
gives
me
what
freedom
I
can
desire
,
but
God
knows
that's
all
.
Lettice
.
And
where
's
the
pleasure
of
going
abroad
and
getting
a
stomach
,
to
return
and
starve
at
home
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
I
laugh
though
to
think
what
an
easie
fool
he
believes
me
;
he
thinks
me
the
most
contented
,
innocent
,
harmless
Turtle
breathing
,
the
very
pattern
of
patience
.
Lettice
.
A
Jewel
of
a
Wife
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
And
as
blind
with
love
as
his
own
good
opinion
of
himself
has
made
him
.
Lettice
.
And
can
you
find
in
your
heart
to
wrong
so
good
a
natur'd
compleat
well-meaning
harmless
Husband
,
that
has
so
good
an
opinion
of
you
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
Ha
,
wrong
him
!
what
you
say
,
Lettice
?
I
wrong
my
Husband
!
such
another
word
forfeits
my
good
opinion
of
thee
for
ever
.
Lettice
.
What
meant
the
Billet
to
Mr.
Truman
then
this
Morning
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
To
make
him
my
friend
perhaps
,
and
discover
if
I
can
who
it
is
that
wrongs
me
in
my
Husbands
affection
:
for
I
am
sure
I
have
a
Rival
.
And
I
am
apt
to
believe
Victoria
deserves
no
better
then
ordinary
of
me
,
if
the
truth
were
known
.
Lettice
.
Why
,
she
is
his
near
Kinswoman
and
lives
here
in
the
house
with
you
,
besides
he
would
never
dishonour
his
own
Family
surely
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
You
are
a
Fool
,
Lettice
,
the
nearness
of
bloud
is
the
least
thing
considered
.
Besides
,
as
I
have
heard
,
't
is
almost
the
onely
way
Relations
care
to
be
kind
to
one
another
now
a
days
.
Lett
.
Yet
,
Madam
,
you
never
meet
,
but
you
are
as
kind
and
fond
of
him
,
as
if
you
had
all
the
joyes
of
love
about
you
.
Lord
!
How
can
you
dissemble
with
him
so
?
Besides
,
Mr.
Truman
,
Madam
,
you
know
is
his
Friend
.
Mr.
Goodv.
Oh
,
if
I
would
ever
consent
to
wrong
my
Husband
(
which
Heav'n
forbid
,
Lettice
!
)
it
should
be
,
to
choose
,
with
his
Friend
.
For
such
a
one
has
a
double
Obligation
to
secrecy
,
as
well
for
his
own
Honour
as
mine
.
But
I
'le
swear
,
Lettice
,
you
are
an
idle
Girl
for
talking
so
much
of
this
,
that
you
are
:
't
is
enough
to
put
ill
thoughts
into
ones
head
,
which
I
am
the
most
averse
to
of
all
things
in
the
world
.
Lett
.
But
,
Madam
,
Thoughts
are
free
,
and
it
is
as
hard
not
to
think
a
little
idly
sometimes
,
as
it
is
to
be
always
in
good
humour
.
But
it
would
make
any
one
laugh
,
to
think
Mr.
Truman
should
be
in
love
with
Madam
Victoria
,
if
all
be
reall
which
your
Ladiship
suspects
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Ay
,
and
with
a
design
of
Marriage
too
:
but
a
ranging
Gallant
thinks
he
fathoms
all
,
and
counts
it
as
much
beneath
his
experience
to
doubt
his
security
in
a
Wife
,
as
success
in
a
Mistress
.
Lett
.
Besides
,
after
a
little
time
,
he
is
so
very
industrious
in
Cuckolding
others
,
that
he
never
dreams
how
swimmingly
his
own
Affairs
are
manag'd
at
home
.
Enter
Victoria
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
But
hush
—
she
's
here
.
Victo
.
A
happy
Day
to
you
,
Madam
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Dear
Cousin
,
your
humble
Servant
:
have
you
heard
who
are
below
?
Victo
.
Yes
,
young
Truman
and
his
inseparable
Companion
Valentine
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Well
,
what
will
you
do
Cousin
,
Truman
comes
resolv'd
on
Conquest
;
for
with
the
Advantages
he
has
in
your
Heart
already
,
't
is
impossible
you
should
be
able
to
hold
out
against
him
.
Vict
.
Yes
,
powerfull
Champaign
as
they
call
it
may
do
much
,
a
spark
can
no
more
refrain
running
into
love
after
a
Bottle
,
then
a
drunken
Country
Vicar
can
avoid
disputing
of
Religion
when
his
Patron's
Ale
grows
stronger
then
his
Reason
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Come
,
come
,
dissemble
your
Inclinations
as
artfully
as
you
please
,
I
am
sure
they
are
not
so
indifferent
,
but
they
may
be
easily
discerned
.
Victo
.
Truly
,
Madam
,
you
may
be
mistaken
in
your
guess
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
How
!
I
doubt
it
is
some
other
man
then
has
caused
this
alteration
in
you
.
—
Lord
,
Lettice
,
is
she
not
extremely
alter'd
?
Victo
.
Alter'd
,
Madam
,
what
do
you
mean
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
Nay
,
Lettice
,
fetch
a
Glass
and
let
her
see
her self
;
Lord
,
you
are
paler
then
you
use
to
be
.
Lett
.
Ay
,
and
then
that
blewness
under
the
eyes
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Besides
,
you
are
not
so
lively
as
I
have
known
you
:
pardon
me
Cousin
.
Lett
.
Well
,
if
there
be
a
fault
,
Marriage
will
cure
all
.
Victor
.
I
'le
assure
you
,
I
have
none
that
I
know
off
stands
in
need
of
so
desperate
a
remedy
.
Marriage
!
fault
!
What
can
all
this
tend
to
?
Enter
Page
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Well
,
what
now
?
Page
.
Madam
,
Camilla
is
coming
to
wait
upon
your
Ladiship
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Ha
,
Camilla
!
Tell
her
I
'le
attend
her
:
Won't
you
go
with
me
Victoria
?
Victo
.
I
'le
but
step
into
my
Chamber
,
and
follow
you
instantly
.
Ex.
Mrs.
Good
.
and
Page
.
Whither
can
all
this
drive
?
Surely
she
has
discovered
something
of
Goodvile's
love
and
mine
:
if
she
has
,
I
am
ruin'd
.
Enter
Goodvile
.
Goodv.
Victoria
!
your
Cousin
is
not
here
,
is
she
?
What
,
in
Clouds
?
I
stole
this
Minute
from
my
friends
on
purpose
to
see
thee
,
and
must
not
I
have
a
look
?
not
a
word
?
Victo
.
Oh
,
I
am
ruin'd
and
lost
for
ever
.
I
fear
your
Wife
has
had
some
knowledge
of
our
Loves
:
And
if
it
be
so
,
what
will
then
become
of
me
?
Goodv.
Prithee
,
no
more
:
my
Wife
!
she
has
too
good
an
opinion
of
her self
,
to
have
any
ill
one
of
me
;
and
would
as
soon
believe
her
Glass
could
flatter
her
,
as
I
be
false
to
her
:
my
Wife
!
—
ha
,
ha
.
Victo
.
Yes
,
I
am
sure
it
must
be
so
;
it
can
be
no
otherwise
:
But
you
are
satisfi'd
,
and
now
have
nothing
more
to
do
,
but
to
leave
me
to
be
miserable
.
Goodv.
Leave
thee
!
By
Heav'n
I
'de
sooner
renounce
my
Family
,
and
own
my self
the
Bastard
of
a
Rascal
:
Come
,
quiet
thy
doubts
,
Truman
is
here
,
and
take
my
Love
for
thy
Security
,
he
shall
be
thine
to
Night
.
Victo
.
I
have
great
reason
to
expect
it
indeed
,
that
you
would
hazard
your
Interest
in
so
good
a
Friend
for
the
reparation
of
my
Honour
,
that
so
little
concerns
you
,
and
which
you
have
already
made
your
best
of
.
Goodv.
No
more
of
that
,
Love
's
my
Province
;
and
thine
is
too
dear
to
me
to
be
neglected
.
't
is
true
,
I
have
made
him
my
Friend
,
and
I
hope
he
will
deserve
it
,
by
doing
thee
that
justice
which
I
am
incapable
of
.
Victo
.
You
can
promise
easily
.
Goodv.
Ay
,
and
as
resolutely
perform
:
when
I
have
heated
him
with
Wine
,
prepare
to
receive
him
.
Enter
Mrs.
Goodvile
.
Ha
,
she
here
!
Mrs.
Goodvile
.
So
,
so
,
Mr.
Goodvile
,
are
you
there
indeed
?
I
thought
I
should
catch
you
.
Goodv.
Faith
,
my
Dear
,
I
have
been
speaking
a
good
word
for
Jack
Truman
;
my
Cousin
Victoria's
too
cruel
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Oh
,
fie
,
Victoria
!
Can
you
be
so
hard
hearted
to
deny
any
thing
,
when
Mr.
Goodvile
is
an
Advocate
?
Victo
.
I
must
confess
it
is
with
some
difficulty
;
but
should
I
too
easily
comply
upon
Mr.
Goodvile's
intercession
,
who
knows
but
your
Ladiship
might
be
jealous
?
For
he
that
can
prevail
for
another
,
may
presume
there
's
hopes
for
himself
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Ay
,
but
Cousin
,
I
know
you
are
my
Friend
,
and
would
not
,
though
but
in
regard
of
that
,
do
me
such
injury
:
Besides
,
Mr.
Goodvile
knows
I
dare
trust
him
.
Don't
you
,
Love
?
Goodv.
Trust
me
!
yes
,
for
if
you
don't
,
't
is
all
one
—
Credulous
Innocence
!
Aside
.
Alas
,
my
Dear
,
were
I
as
false
as
thou
art
good
,
thy
generous
Confidence
would
shame
me
into
honesty
.
Enter
Camilla
running
and
squeaking
.
Truman
and
Valentine
after
her
.
Camill
.
For
Heav'ns
sake
,
Madam
,
save
me
!
—
Mr.
Goodvile
,
't
is
safer
travelling
through
the
Desarts
of
Arabia
,
then
entring
your
House
:
Had
I
not
ran
hard
for
it
,
I
had
been
devour'd
,
that
's
certain
.
Val
.
Oh
,
Madam
,
are
you
herded
?
it
will
be
to
little
purpose
,
I
am
stanch
,
and
never
change
my
Game
.
Cam
.
But
when
you
have
lost
it
,
is
fresh
start
up
,
you
can
be
as
fully
satisfied
,
who
hunt
more
for
the
love
of
the
sport
,
then
for
the
sake
of
the
prey
.
Valent
.
But
,
Madam
,
should
you
chance
to
be
taken
,
look
to
't
,
for
I
shall
touse
and
worry
you
most
unmercifully
,
till
I
have
reveng'd
my self
severely
,
for
the
pains
you
cost
me
catching
.
Cam
.
Therefore
I
am
resolv'd
to
keep
out
of
your
reach
;
Lord
!
what
would
become
of
such
a
poor
little
Creature
as
I
am
,
in
the
Paws
of
so
ravenous
an
Animal
?
Trum
.
But
are
you
too
,
Lady
,
so
wild
,
as
Mrs.
Camilla
?
Victo
.
Oh
,
Sir
,
to
the
full
!
But
I
hope
you
are
not
so
unmercifull
as
Mr.
Valentine
.
Trum
.
No
,
Madam
,
quite
on
the
contrary
,
as
soft
and
pliant
as
your
Pillow
,
you
may
mould
me
to
your
own
ease
and
pleasure
,
which
way
you
will
.
Victo
.
't
is
strange
two
of
such
different
Tempers
should
so
well
agree
:
Methinks
you
look
like
two
as
roaring
,
ranting
,
tory
rory
Sparks
as
one
would
wish
to
meet
withall
.
Val
.
Yes
,
Madam
,
at
the
Play-house
in
a
Vizor
,
when
you
come
drest
and
prepar'd
for
the
Encounter
;
there
indeed
we
can
be
as
unanimously
Modish
and
Impertinent
as
the
pertest
Coxcombs
of
'em
all
,
till
like
them
too
,
we
lose
our
hearts
,
and
never
know
what
becomes
of
'
em
.
Camil
.
But
the
comfort
is
,
you
are
sure
to
find
'em
again
in
the
next
Bottle
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Then
drink
'em
down
to
the
Ladies
Healths
,
and
they
are
as
well
at
ease
as
ever
they
were
.
Trum
.
Why
,
you
would
not
be
so
unconscionable
as
to
have
us
two
such
whining
crop-sick
Lovers
,
as
sigh
away
their
hours
,
and
write
lamentable
Ditties
to
be
sung
about
the
Town
by
Fools
and
Bullies
in
Taverns
.
Goodv.
Till
some
Smithfield
Doggrel
taking
the
hint
,
swells
the
Sonnet
to
a
Ballad
,
and
Chloris
dwindles
into
a
Kitchin-Wench
.
Victo
.
't
is
presum'd
then
you
are
of
that
familiar
Tribe
that
never
make
Love
but
by
contraries
,
and
rally
our
Faults
when
you
pretend
to
admire
our
perfections
.
Camill
.
As
if
the
onely
way
to
raise
a
good
opinion
of
your selves
,
were
to
let
us
know
how
ill
a
one
you
have
of
us
.
Trum
.
Faith
,
Madam
,
't
is
a
hard
world
,
and
when
Beauty
is
held
at
so
dear
a
rate
,
't
is
the
best
way
to
beat
down
the
Market
as
much
as
we
can
.
Val
.
But
you
shall
find
,
Ladies
,
we
'l
bid
like
Chapmen
for
all
that
.
Victo
.
You
had
best
have
a
care
though
,
lest
you
over-reach
your selves
,
and
repent
of
your
purchase
when
't
is
too
late
.
Camil
.
Besides
,
I
hate
a
Dutch
Bargain
that
's
made
in
heat
of
Wine
,
for
the
love
it
raises
is
generally
like
the
courage
it
gives
,
very
extraordinary
,
but
very
short
liv'd
.
Goodv.
How
,
Madam
!
have
a
care
what
you
say
;
Wine
is
the
Prince
of
Love
,
and
all
Ladies
that
speak
against
it
,
forfeit
their
Charter
.
I
must
not
have
my
Favourite
traduc'd
.
Boy
,
bring
some
Wine
,
you
shall
prove
its
good
effects
,
and
then
acknowledge
it
your
Friend
.
We
'l
drink
—
Cam
.
Till
your
Brains
are
afloat
,
and
all
the
rest
sink
.
Val
.
I
find
then
,
Ladies
,
you
have
the
like
opinion
of
our
Heads
,
as
you
have
of
our
Hearts
.
Cam
.
Really
,
Sir
,
you
are
much
in
the
right
.
Tru
.
But
if
your
Ladiship
should
be
in
the
wrong
.
—
Tho'
Love
like
Wine
be
a
good
refresher
,
yet
't
is
much
more
dangerous
to
be
too
busie
withall
.
And
though
now
and
then
I
may
over-heat
my
Head
with
drinking
;
yet
confound
me
,
I
think
I
shall
have
a
care
never
to
break
my
heart
with
loving
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
But
Sir
,
if
all
men
were
of
your
cruel
temper
,
what
would
become
of
those
tender
hearted
Creatures
that
cannot
forbear
saluting
ye
with
a
Billet
in
a
Morning
,
though
it
comes
without
a
Name
,
and
makes
you
as
unsatisfi'd
as
they
poor
Creatures
are
themselves
?
Trum
.
Hah
,
this
concerns
me
!
Blockhead
,
dull
leaden
Sot
that
I
was
,
not
to
be
sensible
it
must
be
she
,
and
none
but
she
,
could
send
mine
this
Morning
.
Well
,
poor
Jack
Truman
look
to
thy self
,
snares
are
laid
for
thee
;
—
but
the
Vertuous
must
suffer
Temptation
:
And
Heav'n
knows
all
flesh
is
frail
.
Enter
Boy
with
Wine
.
Goodv.
Now
Boy
,
fill
the
Glasses
.
But
before
we
proceed
,
one
thing
is
to
be
consider'd
:
My
Dear
,
you
and
I
are
to
be
no
Man
and
Wife
for
this
day
,
but
be
as
indifferent
,
and
take
as
little
notice
one
of
another
,
as
we
may
chance
to
do
seven
years
hence
:
but
at
Night
—
Val
.
A
very
fair
proposal
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Agreed
,
Sir
,
if
you
will
have
it
so
.
Goodv.
The
Wine
—
now
each
man
to
his
post
.
They
separate
,
Goodv.
to
Cam
.
Val
.
to
Victo
.
Trum
.
to
Mrs.
Goodv.
The
word
.
All
take
Glasses
.
Trum
.
Love
and
Wine
.
Enter
Lettice
.
Goodv.
Pass
—
They
drink
.
Now
that
nothing
may
be
wanting
,
Lettice
you
must
sing
the
Song
I
brought
home
t'other
Morning
,
for
Musick
is
as
great
an
encouragement
to
drinking
,
as
fighting
.
Song
.
Lettice
sings
.
How
bless'd
he
appears
,
That
revels
and
loves
out
his
happy
years
,
That
fiercely
spurs
on
till
he
finish
his
race
:
And
knowing
life's
short
,
chooses
living
apace
.
To
cares
we
were
born
,
't
were
a
folly
to
doubt
it
,
Then
love
and
rejoyce
,
there
's
no
living
without
it
.
2.
Each
day
we
grow
older
;
But
as
fate
approaches
,
the
brave
still
are
bolder
.
The
joys
of
Love
with
our
Youth
slide
away
,
But
yet
there
are
pleasures
that
never
decay
:
When
Beauty
grows
dull
,
and
our
Passions
grow
cold
,
Wine
still
keeps
its
Charms
,
and
we
drink
when
w'
are
old
.
Goodv.
So
,
now
show
me
an
Enemy
to
divine
harmonious
Drinking
!
Boy
.
Sir
,
my
Lady
Squeamish
is
below
,
just
alighted
out
of
her
Coach
.
Goodv.
Nay
then
drinking
will
have
the
major
Vote
against
it
:
She
is
the
most
exact
observer
of
Decorums
and
Decency
alive
.
But
she
is
not
alone
I
hope
?
Boy
.
No
,
Sir
,
there
is
Mr.
Malagene
with
her
,
and
three
more
Gentlemen
;
one
they
call
Sir
Noble
Clumsey
,
a
full
portly
Gentleman
.
Trum
.
That
's
a
hopefull
Animal
,
an
elder
Brother
,
of
a
fair
Estate
,
and
her
Kinsman
,
newly
come
up
to
Town
,
whom
her
Ladiship
has
undertaken
to
polish
and
make
a
fine
Gentleman
.
Val
.
't
is
such
a
fulsom
over-grown
Rogue
,
yet
hopes
to
be
a
fine
Spark
,
and
a
very
Courtly
Youth
;
he
has
been
this
half
year
endeavouring
at
a
shape
,
which
he
loves
eating
and
drinking
too
well
ever
to
attain
to
.
The
other
I
'le
warrant
you
,
are
the
nimble
Mr.
Caper
,
and
his
polite
Companion
Mr.
Saunter
.
Goodv.
She
's
never
without
a
Kennel
of
Fools
at
her
heels
,
and
we
may
know
as
well
when
she
is
near
by
the
noise
her
Coxcombs
make
,
as
we
know
when
a
certain
Spark
of
this
Town
is
at
hand
by
the
new
fangled
gingle
of
his
Coach
.
She
comes
—
and
wo
be
to
the
Wretch
whom
she
first
lights
upon
.
Enter
L.
Squeamish
,
Sir
Noble
Clumsey
,
Malag
.
Caper
and
Saunter
.
L.
Sq.
Dear
Madam
Goodvile
,
ten
thousand
happinesses
wait
on
you
:
fair
Madam
Victoria
,
sweet
charming
Camilla
,
which
way
shall
I
express
my
Service
to
you
.
—
Cousin
your
honour
,
your
honour
to
the
Ladies
.
Sir
Noble
.
Ladies
,
as
low
as
Knee
can
bend
,
or
Head
can
bow
,
I
salute
you
all
▪
And
Gallants
,
I
am
your
most
humble
,
most
obliged
,
and
most
devoted
Servant
.
—
That
I
learn'd
at
the
end
of
an
Epistle
Dedicatory
.
Goodv.
Sir
Noble
Clumsey
is
too
great
a
Courtier
.
Sir
Noble
.
Yes
,
Sir
,
I
can
complement
upon
an
occasion
;
my
Lady
knows
I
am
a
pretty
apt
Scholar
.
L.
Squ
.
Gallants
,
you
must
pardon
my
Cousin
here
,
he
is
but
as
it
were
a
Novice
yet
,
and
has
had
little
Conversation
but
what
I
have
had
the
honour
to
instruct
him
in
.
Malag
.
But
let
me
tell
you
,
he
is
a
man
of
parts
,
and
one
that
I
respect
and
honour
:
'Pray
Gentlemen
know
my
Friend
.
Val
.
Hark
you
Malagene
,
how
durst
you
venture
hither
,
knowing
that
Goodvile
and
Truman
care
so
little
for
your
company
?
Malag
.
O
,
Sir
,
your
Servant
,
your
Servant
,
Sir
;
I
guess'd
this
was
the
Duel
you
were
going
about
:
I
should
not
have
left
you
else
faith
Ned
,
I
should
not
.
Goodv.
But
,
Madam
,
can
the
worthy
Knight
your
Kinsman
drink
?
What
think
you
Sir
Noble
of
the
Ladies
Healths
?
Sir
Nob
.
In
a
Glass
of
small
Beer
,
if
you
please
.
L.
Squ
.
Oh
sweet
Mr.
Goodvile
,
don't
tempt
him
to
drink
,
dont
!
I
'le
swear
,
I
am
so
afraid
he
should
spoil
himself
with
drinking
.
Lord
,
how
I
should
loath
a
Fellow
with
a
red
Nose
!
Val
.
See
,
Truman
,
the
two
Coxcombs
are
already
boarding
our
Mistresses
.
Trum
.
Oh
,
't
were
pity
to
interrupt
'em
;
a
woman
loves
to
play
and
fondle
with
a
Coxcomb
sometimes
as
naturally
,
as
with
a
Lap-Dog
;
and
I
could
no
more
be
jealous
of
one
then
of
the
other
.
Val
.
I
am
not
of
your
opinion
;
they
are
too
apt
to
love
any
thing
that
but
makes
'em
sport
:
And
the
familiarity
of
Fools
proceeds
often-times
from
a
priviledge
we
are
not
aware
of
.
For
my
part
,
I
shall
make
bold
to
divert
.
—
Mr.
Saunter
a
word
:
Have
you
any
pretences
with
that
Lady
?
hah
?
Saunt
.
Some
small
encouragement
I
have
had
,
Sir
;
but
I
never
make
my
boast
of
those
Favours
,
never
.
Val
.
No
,
Sir
,
't
were
not
your
best
course
.
Saunt
.
Oh
Lord
,
you
are
pleas'd
to
be
merry
:
Sure
he
takes
me
for
a
Fool
;
but
no
matter
for
that
.
—
Sings
.
—
Would
Phyllis
be
mine
,
and
for
,
&c.
Enter
Boy
.
Boy
.
Madam
,
the
Fiddles
are
below
,
shall
I
call
'em
up
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
No
,
let
'em
stay
a
little
,
we
'l
dance
below
.
Cap.
Hah
,
the
Fiddles
!
Boy
,
where
are
you
?
Caper
capers
.
Boy
.
Here
,
Sir
.
Cap.
Have
you
brought
my
Dancing-shoos
?
Boy
.
No
,
Sir
,
you
gave
me
no
order
:
but
your
Fiddle
is
below
under
the
Seat
of
the
Coach
.
Cap.
Rascal
,
Dog
,
Fool
;
when
did
you
ever
know
me
go
abroad
without
my
Dancing-shoos
?
Sirrah
,
run
home
and
fetch
'em
quickly
,
or
I
'le
cut
off
both
your
Ears
,
and
have
'em
fasten'd
to
the
Heels
of
those
I
have
on
.
Trum
.
It
is
an
unpardonable
fault
,
Sir
,
that
your
Boy
should
forget
your
Dancing-shoos
.
Cap.
Ay
,
hang
him
,
Blockhead
,
he
has
no
sense
;
I
must
get
rid
of
him
as
soon
as
I
can
:
I
would
no
more
dance
in
a
pair
of
shoos
that
we
commonly
wear
,
then
I
would
ride
a
race
in
a
pair
of
Gambado's
.
L.
Squeam
.
Mr.
Valentine
I
hope
is
a
better
bred
Gentleman
then
to
leave
his
Mistriss
for
Wine
.
I
hear
,
Sir
,
there
is
a
love
between
you
and
Madam
Camilla
?
Thou
Monster
of
perjury
.
To
Val
.
Val
.
Faith
,
Madam
,
you
are
much
in
the
right
;
there
is
abundance
of
love
on
my
side
,
but
I
can
find
very
little
on
hers
:
If
your
Ladiship
would
but
stand
my
Friend
upon
this
occasion
.
—
I
think
this
is
civil
.
L.
Squ
.
I
'le
swear
,
Sir
,
you
are
a
most
obliging
person
—
Ladies
and
Gallants
,
poor
Mr.
Valentine
here
is
fallen
in
love
,
and
has
desired
me
to
be
his
Advocate
:
Who
could
withstand
that
Eye
,
that
Lip
,
that
Shape
and
Mein
;
besides
a
thousand
Graces
in
every
thing
he
does
?
Oh
lovely
Camilla
!
guard
,
guard
your
Heart
;
but
I'lle
swear
,
if
it
were
my
own
case
,
I
doubt
I
should
not
—
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Val
.
Madam
?
what
means
all
this
?
Goodv.
Poor
Ned
Valentine
!
Trum
.
't
is
but
what
I
told
him
he
must
look
for
:
but
stay
,
there
is
more
yet
coming
.
L.
Sq.
Nay
,
this
is
not
half
of
what
thou
art
to
expect
;
I
'le
haunt
thee
worse
then
thy
ill
Genius
,
take
all
opportunities
to
expose
thy
folly
and
falshood
every
where
,
till
I
have
made
thee
as
ridiculous
to
our
whole
Sex
,
as
thou
art
odious
to
me
.
Val
.
But
has
your
Ladiship
no
mercy
?
will
nothing
but
my
ruine
appease
you
?
Why
should
you
choose
by
your
malice
to
expose
your
decay
of
years
,
and
lay
open
your
poor
Lovers
follies
to
all
,
because
you
could
improve
'em
to
your
own
use
no
longer
?
Approaches
.
L.
Squ
.
Come
not
near
me
,
Traytor
,
—
Lord
,
Madam
Camilla
,
how
can
you
be
so
cruel
?
See
,
see
,
how
wildly
he
looks
:
for
Heav'n
sake
have
a
care
of
him
;
I
fear
he
is
distemper'd
in
his
mind
:
What
pity
't
is
so
hopeful
a
Gentleman
should
run
mad
for
Love
,
—
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Mrs.
Good
.
Dear
Madam
,
how
can
you
use
Mr.
Valentine
so
?
't
is
enough
to
put
him
out
of
humour
and
spoil
him
for
being
good
company
all
the
day
after
it
.
L.
Squ
.
Oh
Lord
,
Madam
,
't
is
the
greatest
pleasure
to
me
in
the
world
:
Let
me
die
,
but
I
love
to
railly
a
bashfull
young
Lover
,
and
put
him
out
of
count'nance
,
at
my
heart
.
Saunt
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
and
I
'le
swear
the
Devil
and
all
's
in
her
wit
,
when
she
sets
on
't
.
Poor
Ned
Valentine
!
Lord
,
how
sillily
he
looks
!
Cap.
Ay
,
and
would
fain
be
angry
if
he
knew
but
how
.
Val
.
Hark
you
Coxcomb
,
I
can
be
angry
,
very
angry
,
d'
ye
mark
me
?
Sir
Noble
.
No
,
but
Sir
,
don't
be
in
a
passion
,
my
Lady
will
have
her
humour
;
but
she
's
a
very
good
woman
at
the
bottom
.
Val
.
Very
likely
Sir
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Now
,
Madam
,
if
your
Ladiship
thinks
fit
,
we
'l
withdraw
and
leave
the
Gentlemen
to
themselves
a
little
;
onely
Mr.
Caper
and
Mr.
Saunter
must
do
us
the
honour
of
their
company
.
Saunt
.
Say
you
so
,
Madam
?
I'faith
and
you
shall
have
it
.
Come
Caper
,
we
are
the
men
for
the
Ladies
,
I
see
that
.
—
Hey
Boys
!
L.
Squ
.
Oh
dear
and
sweet
Mr.
Saunter
shall
oblige
us
with
a
Song
.
Saunt
.
O
Madam
,
Ten
thousand
,
ten
thousand
if
you
please
:
I
'le
swear
,
I
believe
I
could
sing
all
Day
and
all
Night
,
and
never
be
weary
.
Sings
.
When
Phyllis
watcht
her
harmless
Sheep
,
Not
one
poor
Lamb
,
&c.
Ex.
Saunter
,
Cap.
Ladies
.
Goodv.
A
happy
riddance
this
:
Now
Gentlemen
for
one
Bottle
to
entertain
our
noble
Friend
and
now
acquaintance
,
Sir
Noble
Clumsey
.
Sir
Noble
.
Really
Gallants
,
I
must
beg
your
pardon
,
I
dare
not
drink
,
for
I
have
but
a
very
weak
Brain
,
Sir
,
and
my
Head
won't
bear
it
.
Trum
.
Oh
,
surely
that
honourable
Bulk
could
never
be
maintain'd
with
thin
regular
Diet
and
small
Beer
.
Sir
Noble
.
I
must
confess
,
Sir
,
I
am
something
plump
,
but
a
little
fat
is
comely
,
I
would
not
be
too
lean
.
Malag
.
No
,
by
no
means
my
Dear
,
thou
hast
an
heroick
Face
which
well
becomes
the
noble
port
and
fulness
of
thy
Body
.
Val
.
Goodvile
,
we
have
a
Suit
to
you
:
Here
is
Malagene
has
been
sometime
in
a
Cloud
,
for
this
once
receive
him
into
good
Grace
and
Favour
again
.
Malag
.
Faith
,
Goodvile
do
,
for
without
any
more
words
,
I
love
thee
with
all
my
heart
—
Faith
and
Troth
—
give
me
thy
hand
.
Goodv.
But
Sir
should
I
allow
you
my
Countenance
,
you
would
be
very
drunk
,
very
rude
,
and
very
unmannerly
I
fear
.
Malag
.
Drunk
,
Sir
?
I
scorn
your
words
,
I
'de
have
you
know
I
han't
been
drunk
this
week
;
no
,
I
am
the
Son
of
a
Whore
if
I
wont
be
very
sober
:
This
noble
Knight
shall
be
security
for
my
good
behaviour
.
Wilt
thou
not
Knight
?
Sir
Noble
.
Sir
,
you
are
a
person
altogether
a
stranger
to
me
;
and
I
have
sworn
never
to
be
bound
for
any
man
.
Trum
.
Oh
but
Sir
Noble
,
you
are
oblig'd
in
honour
to
serve
a
Gentleman
and
your
friend
.
Sir
Noble
.
Say
you
so
,
Sir
?
oblig'd
in
honour
?
I
am
satisfi'd
.
Sir
,
this
Gentleman
is
my
Friend
and
Acquaintance
,
and
whatsoever
he
says
I
'le
stand
to
.
Malag
.
Hark
thee
Son
of
Mars
,
thou
art
a
Knight
already
,
I
'le
marry
thee
to
a
Lady
of
my
acquaintance
,
and
have
thee
made
a
Lord
.
Goodv.
Boy
,
the
Wine
,
give
Sir
Noble
his
Glass
,
—
Gentlemen
,
Sir
Noble's
Ladies
Health
.
Sir
Nob
.
Od's
my
life
,
I
'le
drink
that
tho'
I
die
for
't
.
Gallants
,
I
have
a
Lady
in
this
Head
of
mine
,
and
that
you
shall
find
anon
.
By
my
Troth
,
I
think
this
be
a
Glass
of
good
Wine
!
Val
.
Say
you
so
?
take
the
other
Glass
then
Sir
Noble
.
Sir
Nob
.
'Fore
George
,
and
so
I
will
.
Pox
on
't
,
let
it
be
a
brimmer
:
Gentlemen
,
God
save
the
King
.
Malag
.
Well
said
my
lovely
man
of
might
:
His
worship
grows
good
company
.
Trum
.
Sir
Noble
,
you
are
a
great
Acquaintance
with
Mr.
Caper
and
Mr.
Saunter
,
they
are
men
of
pretty
parts
.
Sir
Noble
.
Oh
Sir
,
the
finest
persons
—
the
most
obliging
well-bred
complaisant
modish
Gentlemen
:
They
are
acquainted
with
all
the
Ladies
in
Town
,
and
are
men
of
fine
estates
.
Trum
.
This
Rogue
is
one
of
those
Earthy
Mongrels
that
knows
the
value
of
nothing
but
a
good
Estate
,
and
loves
a
fellow
with
a
great
deal
of
Land
and
a
Title
,
though
his
Grandfather
were
a
Blacksmith
.
Sir
Nob
.
How
say
you
Sir
,
a
good
Estate
?
od's
heart
,
give
me
the
other
Glass
,
I
have
two
thousand
pounds
a
year
.
Malag
.
Say'st
thou
so
?
Boy
,
bring
more
Wine
;
Wine
in
abundance
,
Sirrah
d'
ye
hear
?
Frank
Goodvile
,
thou
see'st
I
am
free
,
for
Faith
I
hate
Ceremony
,
and
would
fain
make
the
Knight
merry
.
Goodv.
Malagene
,
it
shall
be
your
task
;
drink
him
up
lustily
,
and
when
that
's
done
,
wee
'l
bring
him
to
my
Lady
his
Cousin
,
it
may
make
some
sport
.
Val
.
A
very
good
proposal
.
Malag
.
Say
no
more
,
thy
word
's
a
Law
,
and
it
shall
be
done
:
Come
,
bear
up
my
lusty
Limb
of
honour
,
and
hang
sobriety
.
Sir
Noble
.
Ay
,
so
say
I
,
hang
sobriety
—
drink
,
whore
,
rant
,
roar
,
swear
,
make
a
noise
,
and
all
that
:
But
be
honest
,
do'st
hear
,
be
honest
.
Trum
.
I
would
very
fain
be
so
if
I
could
:
But
the
damn'd
Billet
this
Morning
won't
out
of
my
head
.
Well
,
Madam
Goodvile
,
if
any
mischief
comes
on
't
,
't
is
your
own
fault
,
not
mine
.
I
did
not
strike
first
,
and
there
's
an
end
on
't
.
Musick
within
.
Enter
Lettice
.
Lettice
.
Sir
,
the
Fiddles
are
ready
,
and
the
Ladies
desire
your
Company
.
—
Mr.
Truman
,
my
Lady
wants
you
.
Trum
.
Say'st
thou
so
?
I
thank
thee
for
thy
news
with
all
my
heart
.
The
Devil
I
see
will
get
the
better
on
't
,
and
there
is
no
resisting
.
Lettice
.
Sir
Noble
,
my
Lady
Squeamish
sent
me
to
tell
you
,
she
wants
your
company
to
dance
.
Sir
Nob
.
Tell
her
,
I
am
busie
about
a
grand
Affair
of
the
Nation
,
and
cannot
come
.
—
Dance
?
I
look
like
a
Dancer
indeed
!
but
these
women
will
be
always
putting
us
on
more
then
we
can
do
.
Boy
,
give
me
more
Wine
.
Goodv.
Malagene
,
remember
,
and
use
expedition
.
Ex.
Goodv.
Trum
.
Val
.
Lettice
.
Sir
Noble
.
Sirrah
,
do
you
know
me
?
I
am
a
Knight
:
And
here
's
a
Health
to
all
the
Whores
in
Christendom
.
Malag
.
Not
forgetting
all
the
Ladies
within
.
Now
we
are
alone
I
may
talk
.
[
Drinks
.
]
Sir
Nob
.
So
,
there
's
for
you
,
do
you
see
?
Breaks
a
Glass
.
Sirrah
,
don't
you
look
scurvily
,
I
have
money
in
my
Pocket
,
you
must
know
that
.
—
Bring
us
more
Wine
.
Malagene
,
thou
art
a
pretty
Fellow
;
do'st
thou
love
me
?
Give
me
thy
hand
:
I
will
salute
thy
under
Lip
.
Staggers
.
Malag
.
Hah
,
what
's
the
meaning
of
this
?
I
doubt
I
shall
almost
be
drunk
as
soon
as
the
Knight
.
Sir
Noble
,
canst
thou
whore
?
Sir
Nob
.
How
,
whore
!
what
a
question
's
there
?
Thou
shalt
be
my
Pimp
,
and
I
'le
prefer
thee
.
Malag
.
What
a
Rascal
this
Knight
is
?
I
have
known
as
worthy
a
person
as
himself
a
Pimp
,
and
one
that
thought
it
no
blemish
to
his
honour
neither
.
Enter
Lady
Squeamish
at
the
Door
.
Sir
Noble
.
Hah
,
my
Lady
Cousin
?
—
Faith
,
Madam
,
you
see
I
am
at
it
.
Malag
.
The
Devil
's
in
't
,
I
think
,
we
could
no
sooner
talk
of
Whores
,
but
she
must
come
in
,
with
a
Pox
to
her
.
Madam
,
your
Ladishps
most
humble
Servant
.
L.
Squ
.
Oh
,
odious
!
insufferable
!
Who
would
have
thought
,
Cousin
,
you
would
have
serv'd
me
so
—
fough
how
he
stinks
of
Wine
,
I
can
smell
him
hither
.
—
How
have
you
the
patience
to
hear
the
noise
of
Fiddles
,
and
spend
your
time
in
nasty
drinking
?
Sir
Nob
.
Hum
!
't
is
a
good
Creature
:
lovely
Lady
,
thou
shalt
take
thy
Glass
.
L.
Squ
.
Uh
gud
murther
,
I
had
rather
you
had
offered
me
a
Toad
.
Sir
Noble
.
Then
Valentine
,
here
's
a
Health
to
my
Lady
Cousins
Pelion
upon
Ossa
.
Drinks
and
breaks
Glass
.
L.
Squ
.
Lord
,
dear
Mr.
Malagene
,
what
's
that
?
Malag
.
A
certain
place
Madam
in
Greece
,
much
talkt
of
by
the
Ancients
;
the
noble
Gentleman
is
well
read
.
L.
Squ
.
Nay
he
is
an
ingenious
person
I
'le
assure
you
.
Sir
Noble
.
Now
Lady
bright
I
am
wholly
thy
Slave
:
Give
me
thy
hand
,
I
'l
go
straight
and
begin
my
Grandmothers
kissing
Dance
;
but
first
design
me
the
private
honour
of
thy
Lip
.
L.
Squ
.
Nay
,
fie
Sir
Noble
!
how
I
hate
you
now
!
for
shame
be
not
so
rude
:
I
'le
swear
you
are
quite
spoiled
.
Get
you
gone
,
you
good
natur'd
Toad
you
.
Exeunt
omnes
.
End
second
Act.
THE
THIRD
ACT
.
SCENE
I.
Enter
Goodvile
a
little
heated
.
Goodvile
.
WHat
a
damn'd
Chicken-brain'd
Fellow
am
I
grown
?
If
I
but
dip
my
Bill
I
am
giddy
.
Now
am
I
as
hot-headed
with
my
bare
two
Bottles
,
as
a
drunken
Prentice
on
a
Holiday
.
Truman
marries
Victoria
,
that
's
resolv'd
on
,
and
so
one
Care
is
over
.
But
then
Camilla
!
how
I
shall
get
possession
of
her
.
—
Well
,
my
mind
misgives
me
I
shall
do
something
may
call
my
Discretion
in
question
,
and
yet
I
can't
avoid
it
.
Camilla
I
do
love
and
must
have
her
,
come
what
will
on
't
:
And
no
time
so
fit
to
begin
the
Enterprize
as
this
;
she
may
make
a
good
Wife
for
Valentine
for
all
that
.
Enter
Truman
,
Valentine
.
Musick
.
Fie
,
Gentlemen
,
without
the
Ladies
!
Did
you
quit
Champaign
for
this
?
Faith
I
begin
to
despair
of
you
,
and
doubt
you
are
grown
as
weak
Lovers
as
Drinkers
.
Trum
.
Goodvile
thou
hast
no
Conscience
:
A
decay'd
Cavalier
Captain
that
drinks
Journey-work
under
a
Deputy
Lieutenant
in
the
Country
is
not
able
to
keep
thee
company
.
Two
Bottles
,
as
I
take
it
,
is
no
such
trifling
matter
.
Goodv.
Oh
but
I
hate
to
be
baulkt
,
and
a
friend
that
leaves
me
at
two
Bottles
,
is
as
unkind
as
a
Mistriss
that
jilts
me
when
I
thought
I
had
made
sure
of
the
Business
.
But
Gallants
,
how
stand
the
Affairs
of
love
?
Truman
,
is
Victoria
kind
?
I
question
not
your
friendship
in
the
matter
,
but
trust
the
honour
of
my
Family
in
your
hands
.
Val
.
He
little
thinks
Truman
is
inform'd
of
all
,
and
no
longer
a
stranger
on
what
score
he
is
so
wondrous
civil
.
But
I
am
mistaken
,
if
he
be
behind
with
him
in
kindness
long
.
Aside
.
Trum
.
A
pox
on
't
,
I
am
afraid
this
Marriage
will
never
agree
with
me
,
methinks
the
very
thought
on
't
goes
a
little
against
my
stomach
:
Like
a
young
Thief
,
though
I
have
some
itching
to
be
at
it
,
yet
I
am
loth
to
venture
what
may
follow
.
Goodv.
Well
,
I
'le
go
in
and
better
prepare
Victoria
;
in
the
mean
time
believe
it
onely
my
ambition
to
be
as
well
ally'd
in
bloud
as
friendship
to
so
good
and
generous
a
person
as
Truman
.
Trum
.
What
a
damn'd
Creature
man
is
!
Valentine
,
did'st
thou
believe
this
fellow
could
be
a
Villain
?
Val
.
I
must
confess
,
it
something
surprizes
me
;
he
might
have
found
out
a
fitter
person
to
put
his
Mistriss
upon
,
then
his
Friend
:
but
how
the
Devil
got
you
the
knowledge
of
it
?
Trum
.
Faith
I
'le
tell
thee
;
for
I
think
I
am
no
way
oblig'd
to
conceal
it
—
his
Wife
,
even
his
very
wife
told
me
all
.
Val
.
I
begin
to
suspect
that
Mrs.
Goodvile
has
no
ill
opinion
of
you
;
I
observ'd
something
but
now
very
obliging
towards
you
:
Besides
when
a
Woman
begins
to
betray
her
Husbands
secrets
,
't
is
a
certain
sign
she
has
a
mind
to
communicate
very
important
ones
of
her
own
.
Trum
.
Valentine
no
more
of
that
;
Though
it
would
be
a
rare
revenge
to
make
a
Cuckold
of
this
smiling
Rogue
.
Val
.
't
is
50
times
better
then
cutting
his
Throat
,
that
were
to
do
him
more
honour
then
he
deserves
.
Enter
Malagene
.
Malag
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
the
rarest
sport
—
Jack
Truman
,
Ned
Valentine
.
Trum
.
Why
,
what
s
the
matter
?
where
?
Malag
.
Yonder
's
my
Rogue
of
a
Knight
as
drunk
as
a
Porter
;
and
faith
Jack
I
am
but
little
better
.
Val
.
Dear
Sir
,
and
what
of
all
this
?
Mal
.
Why
with
a
Bottle
under
his
arm
,
and
a
Beer-glass
in
his
hand
I
set
him
full
drive
at
my
Lady
Squeamish
;
for
nothing
else
but
to
make
mischief
Ned
—
nothing
else
in
the
world
;
for
every
body
knows
I
am
the
worst
natur'd
fellow
breathing
:
't
is
my
way
of
wit
.
Val
.
Do
you
love
no
body
then
?
Malag
.
No
not
I
:
yes
,
a
pox
on
't
I
love
you
well
enough
,
because
ye
are
a
Rogue
I
have
known
a
good
while
.
Though
should
I
take
the
least
prejudice
against
you
,
I
could
not
afford
you
a
good
word
behind
your
back
for
my
heart
.
Trum
.
Sir
,
we
are
much
obliged
to
you
:
't
is
a
sign
the
Rogue
is
drunk
that
he
speaks
truth
.
Malag
.
I
tell
you
what
I
did
t'other
day
:
faith
't
is
as
good
a
jest
as
ever
you
heard
.
Val
.
Pray
Sir
do
.
Mal
.
Why
walking
along
,
a
lame
Fellow
follow'd
me
,
and
askt
my
Charity
,
(
which
by
the
way
was
a
pretty
proposition
to
me
:
)
being
in
one
of
my
witty
merry
fits
,
I
askt
him
how
long
he
had
been
in
that
condition
?
The
poor
Fellow
shook
his
head
and
told
me
he
was
born
so
.
—
But
how
d'
ye
think
I
serv'd
him
?
Val
.
Nay
,
the
Devil
knows
.
Malag
.
I
show'd
my
parts
I
think
;
for
I
tript
up
both
his
wooden
Legs
,
and
walkt
off
gravely
about
my
business
.
Trum
.
And
this
you
say
is
your
way
of
wit
?
Malag
.
Ay
altogether
this
and
Mimickry
:
I
am
a
very
good
Mimick
;
I
can
act
Punchinello
,
Scaramouchio
,
Harlequin
,
Prince
Prettyman
,
or
any
thing
.
I
can
act
the
rumbling
of
a
Wheelbarrow
.
Val
.
The
rumbling
of
a
Wheel-barrow
!
Malag
.
Ay
,
the
rumbling
of
a
Wheel-barrow
,
so
I
say
—
Nay
,
more
then
that
,
I
can
act
a
Sow
and
Piggs
,
Sausages
a
broiling
,
a
Shoulder
of
Mutton
a
roasting
:
I
can
act
a
Fly
in
a
Honey-pot
.
Trum
.
That
indeed
must
be
the
effect
of
very
curious
observation
.
Malag
.
No
,
hang
it
,
I
never
make
it
my
business
to
observe
any
thing
,
that
is
Mechanick
.
But
all
this
I
do
,
you
shall
see
me
if
you
will
:
But
here
comes
her
Ladiship
and
Sir
Noble
.
Enter
Lady
Squeamish
and
Sir
Noble
.
L.
Squ
.
Oh
dear
Mr
Truman
rescue
me
.
Nay
,
Sir
Noble
,
for
Heav'ns
sake
.
Sir
Nob
.
I
tell
thee
Lady
,
I
must
embrace
thy
lovely
body
.
Sir
,
do
you
know
me
?
I
am
Sir
Noble
Clumsey
:
I
am
a
Rogue
of
an
Estate
,
and
live
I
—
Do
you
want
any
money
?
I
have
fifty
pound
.
Val
.
Nay
good
Sir
Noble
,
none
of
your
generosity
we
beseech
you
.
The
Lady
,
the
Lady
Sir
Noble
.
Sir
Nob
.
Nay
,
't
is
all
one
to
me
if
you
won't
take
it
,
there
it
is
.
—
Hang
money
,
my
Father
was
an
Alderman
.
Mal
.
't
is
pity
good
Guinneys
should
be
spoil'd
:
Sir
Noble
,
by
your
leave
.
Picks
'em
up
.
Sir
Nob
.
But
Sir
you
will
not
keep
my
money
?
Malag
.
Oh
,
hang
money
Sir
,
your
Father
was
an
Alderman
.
Sir
Nob
.
Well
,
get
thee
gone
for
an
Arch-wagg
—
I
do
but
sham
all
this
while
:
—
But
by
Dad
he
's
pure
company
.
Trum
.
Was
there
ever
such
a
Blockhead
!
Now
has
he
nevertheless
a
mighty
opinion
of
himself
,
and
thinks
all
this
wit
and
pretty
discourse
.
Sir
Noble
.
Lady
,
once
more
I
say
be
civil
and
come
kiss
me
;
I
shall
ravish
else
,
I
shall
ravish
mightily
.
Val
.
Well
done
Sir
Noble
,
to
her
,
never
spare
.
L.
Squ
.
I
may
be
even
with
you
though
for
all
this
Mr.
Valentine
:
Nay
,
dear
Sir
Noble
,
Mr.
Truman
,
I
'le
swear
he
'l
put
me
into
Fits
.
Sir
Nob
.
No
,
but
let
me
salute
the
Hem
of
thy
Garment
.
Wilt
thou
marry
me
?
Kneels
.
Malag
.
Faith
Madam
do
,
let
me
make
the
Match
.
L.
Squ
.
Let
me
die
,
Mr.
Malagene
,
you
are
a
strange
man
,
and
I
'le
swear
have
a
great
deal
of
wit
.
Lord
,
why
don't
you
write
?
Malag
.
Write
?
I
thank
your
Ladiship
for
that
with
all
my
heart
.
No
,
I
have
a
finger
in
a
Lampoon
or
so
sometimes
,
that
's
all
.
Trum
.
But
he
can
act
.
L.
Squ
.
I
'l
swear
and
so
he
does
better
then
any
one
upon
our
Theatres
;
I
have
seen
him
.
Oh
the
English
Comedians
are
nothing
,
not
comparable
to
the
French
or
Italian
:
Besides
we
want
Poets
.
Sir
Nob
.
Poets
!
why
I
am
a
Poet
.
I
have
written
three
Acts
of
a
Play
,
and
have
nam'd
it
already
.
't
is
to
be
a
Tragedy
.
L.
Squ
.
Oh
Cousin
,
if
you
undertake
to
write
a
Tragedy
,
take
my
counsel
:
Be
sure
to
say
soft
melting
tender
things
in
it
that
may
be
moving
,
and
make
your
Ladies
Characters
vertuous
what
ere
you
do
.
Sir
Nob
.
Moving
?
why
,
I
can
never
read
it
my self
but
it
makes
me
laugh
,
well
,
't
is
the
pretty'st
Plot
and
so
full
of
waggery
.
L.
Squ
.
Oh
ridiculous
!
Malag
.
But
Knight
the
Title
,
Knight
,
the
Title
.
Sir
Noble
.
Why
let
me
see
;
't
is
to
be
call'd
,
The
merry
Conceits
of
Love
;
or
,
The
Life
and
Death
of
the
Emperour
Charles
the
Fifth
,
with
the
humours
of
his
Dog
Bobadillo
.
Malag
.
Ha
,
ha
ha
.
Val
.
But
Sir
Noble
,
this
sounds
more
like
a
Comedy
.
Sir
Noble
.
Oh
,
but
I
have
resolved
it
shall
be
a
Tragedy
,
because
Bobadillo's
to
be
kill'd
in
the
Play
.
Comedy
!
no
,
I
scorn
to
write
Comedy
.
I
know
several
that
can
squirt
Comedy
.
—
I
'le
tell
you
more
of
this
when
I
am
sober
.
L.
Squ
.
But
dear
Mr.
Malagene
,
won't
you
let
us
see
you
act
a
little
something
of
Harlequin
?
I
'le
swear
you
do
it
so
naturally
,
it
makes
me
think
I
am
at
the
Louvre
or
Whitehall
all
the
time
.
Malag
.
acts
.
Oh
Lord
,
don't
,
don't
neither
:
I
'le
swear
you
'l
make
me
burst
.
Was
there
ever
any
thing
so
pleasant
?
Trum
.
Was
ever
any
thing
so
affected
and
ridiculous
?
Her
whole
life
surely
is
a
continued
Scene
of
Impertinence
.
What
a
damn'd
Creature
is
a
decay'd
woman
with
all
the
exquisite
silliness
and
vanity
of
her
Sex
;
yet
none
of
the
charms
.
Malag
.
speaks
in
Punchinello's
voice
.
L.
Squ
.
O
Lord
,
that
,
that
;
that
is
a
pleasure
intolerable
.
Well
,
let
me
die
if
I
can
hold
out
any
longer
.
Pray
Mr.
Malagene
,
how
long
have
you
been
in
love
with
Mrs.
Tawdry
the
Actress
?
Malag
.
Ever
since
your
Ladiship
has
been
off
from
the
hooks
with
Mr.
Valentine
.
In
his
own
voice
aloud
.
L.
Squ
.
Uh!
gud
,
I
always
thought
Mr.
Malagene
had
been
better
bred
than
to
upbraid
me
with
any
such
base
thing
to
my
face
,
what
ever
he
might
say
of
me
behind
my
back
:
But
there
is
no
Honour
,
no
Civility
in
the
world
,
that
I
am
satisfied
of
.
Val
.
Can
your
Ladiship
take
any
thing
ill
from
Mr.
Malagene
?
A
woman
should
bear
with
the
unluckly
Jerks
of
her
Buffoon
or
Coxcomb
,
as
well
as
with
the
ill
manners
of
her
Monkey
sometimes
:
The
Fools
and
Rascalls
your
Sex
delights
in
,
ought
to
have
the
priviledge
of
saying
as
well
as
they
have
of
doing
any
thing
.
L.
Squ
.
Which
you
men
of
wit
(
as
you
think
your selves
!
)
are
very
angry
you
should
be
debarr'd
of
:
Lord
,
what
pity
't
is
your
good
parts
should
be
your
misfortune
.
Val
.
Ay
Madam
,
I
feel
the
curse
of
it
:
I
who
had
just
sence
enough
to
fall
in
love
with
so
much
Beauty
and
Merit
,
yet
could
not
be
able
to
keep
the
Paradise
I
was
so
happily
possest
of
.
L.
Squ
.
This
malice
and
ill-nature
shall
not
serve
your
turn
;
I
shall
know
all
your
proceedings
and
intrigues
with
Camilla
,
and
be
reveng'd
on
your
love
to
her
,
for
all
the
Affronts
and
Injuries
you
have
done
to
mine
.
Enter
Caper
and
Saunter
.
Cap.
Oh
dear
Madam
,
w'
are
utterly
undone
for
want
of
your
Ladiships
company
I
'le
vow
.
Madam
Goodvile
is
coming
with
the
Fiddles
to
wait
on
you
here
.
Cuts
backward
.
Sir
Noble
.
Sir
,
are
you
a
Dancing-Master
?
you
are
very
nimble
methinks
.
Caper
.
Ay
Sir
,
I
hate
to
stand
still
.
But
Sir
Noble
,
I
thought
you
had
known
me
.
I
doubt
you
may
be
a
little
over-taken
;
Faith
,
dear
heart
,
I
am
glad
to
see
thee
so
merry
.
Sir
Noble
.
Yes
,
I
do
love
dearly
to
be
drunk
once
a
year
or
so
,
't
is
good
for
my
bodily
health
.
But
do
you
never
drink
?
Cap.
No
,
Sir
Noble
,
that
is
not
my
Province
you
know
:
I
mind
Dancing
altogether
.
Sir
Noble
.
Nor
you
?
can't
you
drink
,
hah
?
Saunt
.
No
,
I
make
love
and
sing
to
Ladies
.
Sir
Noble
.
Whores
to
my
knowledge
,
errant
rank
common
Whores
.
A
pox
on
your
woman
of
quality
that
you
carried
me
to
in
the
Mail
.
Trum
.
Why
,
what
was
the
matter
Sir
Noble
?
Sir
Nob
.
By
yea
and
by
nay
,
a
foul
over-grown
Strumpet
,
with
a
running
Baud
instead
of
a
Waiting-woman
,
a
great
deal
of
Paint
,
variety
of
old
Cloaths
,
and
nothing
to
eat
.
L.
Sq.
Oh
dear
,
let
me
die
,
if
that
was
not
extravagantly
pleasant
.
Trum
.
I
believe
Sir
Noble
is
much
in
the
right
,
for
I
never
came
near
these
giddy
intriguing
Blockheads
,
but
they
were
talking
of
Love
and
Ladies
;
nor
ever
met
with
a
hackney
stripping
Whore
that
did
not
know
'
em
.
Cap.
Ned
Valentine
,
I
have
a
kindness
to
beg
of
you
.
Val
.
Sir
,
you
may
command
me
any
thing
.
Cap.
Why
,
you
must
know
I
am
in
love
with
Camilla
.
Val
.
Very
good
.
Cap.
Now
I
would
have
you
speak
to
Frank
Goodvile
not
to
make
love
to
her
as
he
does
,
i'faith
I
can't
bear
it
;
for
to
tell
you
the
truth
on
't
,
I
intend
to
marry
her
;
I
catcht
him
at
it
but
now
:
Faith
it
made
my
heart
ake
,
never
stir
if
it
did
not
.
Ex.
Val
.
Introth
Sir
't
is
very
uncivil
:
Truman
,
this
Goodvile
has
a
mind
to
oblige
us
both
;
he
's
providing
a
Wife
for
me
too
as
fast
as
he
can
.
Camilla's
his
Quarrey
now
I
understand
,
and
by
that
time
he
has
plaid
as
fair
a
Game
with
her
as
he
has
done
with
your
Mistriss
Victoria
,
I
may
stand
fair
to
put
in
for
the
Rubbers
.
Trum
.
Valentine
,
thou
art
upon
too
sure
grounds
for
him
there
;
Camilla
has
both
too
much
wit
and
vertue
,
and
each
with
as
little
affectation
as
the
other
.
Val
.
Jack
,
after
this
I
cannot
but
be
very
free
with
you
;
I
know
there
is
some
love
hatching
between
you
and
his
Wife
:
both
our
revenge
lies
in
thy
hands
,
and
if
thou
do'st
not
thy self
and
me
justice
,
I
'le
disown
thee
for
ever
.
Trum
.
See
where
he
comes
with
a
heart
as
gay
and
light
,
as
if
there
were
nothing
but
honesty
in
it
.
Enter
Goodvile
.
Sings
.
When
Beauty
can't
move
,
and
our
passions
grow
cold
,
Wine
still
keeps
its
charms
,
and
we
drink
when
w'
are
old
.
Good
.
—
Jack
Truman
,
yonder
have
I
and
Victoria
been
laughing
at
thee
till
we
were
weary
.
She
swears
thou
art
so
very
modest
,
she
would
not
for
all
the
world
marry
thee
for
fear
of
spoiling
that
vertue
.
Trum
.
Nay
then
I
doubt
I
have
lost
her
for
ever
;
for
if
she
complains
of
my
modesty
,
she
has
found
a
fault
which
I
never
thought
I
had
been
guilty
of
before
.
Goodv.
But
that
is
a
quality
which
though
they
hate
never
so
much
in
a
Gallant
,
they
are
apt
for
many
reasons
to
value
in
a
Husband
:
Fear
not
,
Dissimulation
is
the
natural
adjunct
of
their
Sex
;
and
I
would
no
more
despair
of
a
woman
,
though
she
swore
she
hated
me
,
then
I
would
believe
her
though
she
swore
she
lov'd
me
.
Enter
Lady
Squeamish
,
and
the
rest
of
the
Company
with
the
Fiddles
.
L.
Sq.
Oh
a
Country
Dance
,
a
Country
Dance
!
Mr.
Caper
where
are
you
?
you
shall
dance
with
Madam
Camilla
.
Mr.
Saunter
wait
on
Victoria
.
Mr.
Goodvile
your
humble
Servant
.
Dear
Mr.
Truman
won't
you
oblige
me
?
Madam
Goodvile
—
ha
,
ha
,
ha
:
I
'le
swear
I
had
utterly
forgotten
Mr.
Valentine
.
Val
.
Your
Ladiship
knows
me
to
be
a
civil
person
,
if
you
please
,
I
'le
keep
good
orders
.
All
take
out
the
Women
.
Malag
.
Faith
Ned
do
,
and
I
'le
keep
the
Musick
in
tune
:
Away
Musick
plays
.
with
it
;
Hold
,
hold
—
what
insufferable
Rascals
are
these
?
why
ye
scurvy
thrashing
scraping
Mongrels
,
ye
make
a
worse
noise
then
crampt
Hedg-hogs
.
An
old
gouty
Dancing-Master
that
teaches
to
dance
with
his
Spectacles
on
,
makes
better
Musick
on
his
crackt
Kitt
—
'Sdeath
ye
Dogs
can't
you
play
now
as
a
Gentleman
sings
?
hah
—
Goodv.
Sir
,
will
you
never
leave
this
nauseous
humour
of
yours
?
I
can
never
be
with
you
but
I
must
be
forc'd
to
use
you
ill
,
or
indure
the
perpetual
torment
of
your
Impertinence
.
Malag
.
Well
Sir
,
I
ha'
done
Sir
,
I
ha'
done
:
but
't
is
very
hard
a
man
can't
be
permitted
to
shew
his
parts
.
'Sdeath
Frank
,
do'st
thou
think
thou
understand'st
Musick
?
Goodv.
Sir
I
understand
it
so
well
,
that
I
won't
have
it
interrupted
in
my
company
by
you
.
Malag
.
I
am
glad
on
't
with
all
my
heart
;
I
never
thought
you
had
understood
any
thing
before
.
—
I
think
there
I
was
pretty
even
with
you
.
Goodv.
Sauciness
and
ill-manners
are
so
much
your
province
,
that
nothing
but
kicking
is
fit
for
you
.
Malag
.
Sir
,
you
may
use
your
pleasure
;
but
I
care
no
more
for
being
kickt
,
then
you
do
for
kicking
.
But
prithee
Frank
why
should
you
be
out
of
humour
so
?
The
Devil
take
me
,
if
I
shall
not
give
thee
such
a
jerk
presently
will
make
thee
angry
indeed
.
L.
Sq.
Lord
,
Mr.
Goodvile
,
how
can
you
be
so
ill-natur'd
?
I
'le
swear
Mr.
Malagene
is
in
the
right
.
These
people
have
no
manners
in
the
least
,
play
not
at
all
to
dancing
:
but
I
vow
he
himself
sings
a
Tune
extream
prettily
.
Goodv.
Death
,
Hell
and
the
Devil
,
how
am
I
teaz'd
?
I
shall
have
no
opportunity
to
pursue
my
business
with
Camilla
:
I
must
remove
this
troublesom
Coxcomb
,
and
that
perhaps
may
put
stop
at
least
to
her
Impertinence
.
L.
Squ
.
Mr.
Truman
,
Mr.
Goodvile
,
and
Ladies
,
I
beseech
you
do
me
the
favour
to
hear
Mr.
Malagene
sing
a
Scotch
Song
:
I
'le
swear
I
am
a
strange
Admirer
of
Scotch
Songs
,
they
are
the
pretti'st
soft
melting
gentle
harmless
things
—
Saunt
.
By
Dad
,
and
so
they
are
.
—
In
January
last
—
Sings
.
Val
.
Deliver
us
!
A
Scotch
Song
!
I
hate
it
worse
then
a
Scotch
Bagpipe
,
which
even
the
Bears
are
grown
weary
of
,
and
have
better
Musick
.
I
wish
I
could
see
her
Ladiship
dance
a
Scotch
Jigg
to
one
of
'
em
.
Mal
.
I
must
needs
beg
your
Ladiships
pardon
,
I
have
forgotten
the
last
new
Scotch
Song
:
But
if
you
please
,
I
'le
entertain
you
with
one
of
another
nature
,
which
I
am
apt
to
believe
will
be
as
pleasant
.
L.
Sq.
Let
me
die
,
Mr.
Malagene
,
you
are
eternally
obliging
me
.
Malag
.
sings
an
Irish
Cronon
.
Malag
.
Well
,
Madam
,
how
like
you
it
Madam
,
hah
?
L.
Sq.
Really
it
is
very
pretty
now
—
the
pretti'st
odd
out
of
the
way
Notes
.
Don't
you
admire
it
strangely
?
Mal
.
I
'le
assure
your
Ladiship
I
learnt
it
of
an
Irish
Musician
that
's
lately
come
over
,
and
intend
to
present
it
to
an
Author
of
my
Acquaintance
to
put
it
in
his
next
Play
.
L.
Sq.
Ha
,
ha
,
Mr.
Valentine
,
I
would
have
you
learn
it
for
a
Serenade
to
your
Mistriss
,
—
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Val
.
My
Page
,
Madam
,
is
docible
,
and
has
a
pretty
voice
,
he
shall
learn
it
if
you
please
;
and
if
your
Ladiship
has
any
further
service
for
him
—
L.
Sq.
Ah
Lord
,
Wit
,
wit
,
wit
,
as
I
live
!
Come
let
's
dance
.
Trum
.
Valentine
,
thou
art
something
too
rough
;
I
am
afraid
her
Ladiship
will
be
reveng'd
;
I
see
mischief
in
her
eyes
;
't
is
safer
provoking
a
Lancashire
Witch
,
then
an
old
Mistriss
;
and
she
as
violent
in
her
malice
too
.
Goodv.
Malagene
,
a
word
with
you
—
hark
ye
,
come
hither
.
Goes
to
the
Door
.
Mal
.
Well
Frank
,
what
's
the
business
now
?
I
am
clearly
for
mischief
,
shall
I
break
the
Fiddles
,
and
turn
the
Rascals
out
of
doors
?
Goodv.
No
,
Sir
;
but
I
'le
be
so
civil
to
turn
you
out
of
doors
.
Nay
,
Sir
,
no
struggling
,
I
have
Footmen
within
.
Mal
.
Whoo
,
prithee
what
's
all
this
for
?
What
a
pox
,
I
know
my
Lady
well
enough
for
a
silly
affected
fantastical
Gipsey
:
I
did
all
this
but
o'
purpose
to
shew
her
—
Let
me
alone
,
I
'le
abuse
her
worse
.
Goodv.
No
Sir
;
but
I
'le
take
more
care
of
your
reputation
,
and
turn
you
out
to
learn
better
manners
.
No
resistance
as
you
tender
your
Ears
;
but
begon
.
Exit
.
Goodv.
So
,
he
's
gone
,
and
now
I
hope
I
may
have
some
little
time
to
my self
.
—
Fiddles
strike
up
.
Dance
.
Truman
.
Thus
Madam
you
freely
enjoy
all
the
pleasures
of
a
single
life
,
and
ease
your self
of
that
wretched
formal
Austerity
which
commonly
attends
a
married
one
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Who
would
not
hate
to
be
one
of
those
simpring
Saints
that
enter
into
Marriage
as
they
would
go
into
a
Nunnery
,
where
they
keep
very
strict
to
their
Devotion
for
a
while
,
but
at
last
turn
as
errant
Sinners
as
e're
they
were
.
Truman
.
Marriages
indeed
should
be
repair'd
to
as
commonly
Nunneries
are
,
for
handsom
retreats
and
conveniences
,
not
for
Prisons
,
where
those
that
cannot
live
without
'em
may
be
safe
,
yet
sometimes
venture
too
abroad
a
little
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
But
never
Sir
without
a
Lady
Abbess
or
a
Confessor
at
least
.
Trum
.
Might
I
Madam
,
have
the
honour
to
be
your
Confessor
,
I
should
be
very
indulgent
and
lavish
of
Absolution
to
so
pretty
a
Sinner
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
See
,
Mr.
Goodvile
and
Madam
Camilla
I
believe
are
at
shrift
already
.
Trum
.
And
poor
Ned
Valentine
looks
as
pensively
as
if
all
the
sins
of
the
Company
were
his
own
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
See
Mr.
Caper
your
Mistress
.
Cap.
Ha
Camilla
!
Sir
your
Servant
,
may
I
have
the
honour
to
lead
this
Lady
a
Coranto
?
Goodv.
No
Sir
,
Death
!
surely
I
have
Fools
that
rest
and
harbour
in
my
house
,
and
they
are
a
worse
plague
then
Buggs
and
Mothes
:
shall
I
never
be
quiet
?
Val
.
Sir
Noble
,
Sir
Noble
,
have
a
care
of
your
Mistriss
!
do
you
see
there
?
Sir
Noble
.
Hum
—
ha
—
where
?
oh
—
Wakes
and
rises
.
Saunt
.
Nay
,
faith
Madam
,
Harry
Caper's
as
pretty
a
Fellow
!
't
is
the
wittiy'st
Rogue
:
He
and
I
laugh
at
all
the
Town
.
Harry
,
I
shall
marry
her
.
Sir
Nob
.
Marry
Sir
!
whom
will
you
marry
Sir
?
you
lye
.
Sweet
Heart
come
along
with
me
,
I
'le
marry
thee
my self
presently
.
Victo
.
You
,
Sir
Noble
!
—
what
d'
ye
mean
?
She
squeaks
.
Sir
Noble
.
Mean
!
honourably
,
honourably
,
I
mean
honourably
.
These
are
Rogues
my
Dear
,
arrant
Rogues
.
Come
along
.
—
Ex.
Sir
Nob
.
Vict
.
Cap.
Ha
,
Saunter
.
—
Saunt
.
Ay
Caper
,
ha
!
Let
us
follow
this
drunken
Knighit
.
Cap.
I
faith
,
and
so
I
will
—
I
don't
value
him
this
!
Cutts
.
Ex.
Cap.
and
Saunt
.
L.
Sq.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
Well
,
I
'le
swear
my
Cousin
Sir
Noble
is
a
strange
pleasant
Creature
.
Dear
Madam
,
let
us
follow
and
see
the
sport
.
Mr.
Truman
will
you
walk
?
Oh
dear
,
't
is
violent
hot
.
Exeunt
.
Val
.
I
'le
withdraw
too
,
and
at
some
distance
observe
how
matters
are
carried
between
Goodvile
and
Camilla
.
Exit
.
Goodv.
Are
you
then
Madam
resolv'd
to
ruine
me
?
Why
should
all
that
stock
of
Beauty
be
thrown
away
on
one
that
can
never
be
able
to
deserve
the
gleanings
of
it
?
I
love
you
—
Cam
.
And
all
the
Sex
besides
.
That
ever
any
man
should
take
such
pains
to
forswear
himself
to
no
purpose
!
Goodv.
Nay
,
then
there
's
hopes
yet
,
if
you
pretend
to
doubt
the
truth
of
my
love
;
't
is
a
sign
you
have
some
inclinations
at
least
that
are
my
Friends
.
Cam
.
This
Goodvile
I
see
is
one
of
those
spruce
polisht
Fools
,
who
have
so
good
an
opinion
of
themselves
,
that
they
think
no
woman
can
resist
'em
,
nor
man
of
better
sence
despise
'
em
.
I
'le
seem
at
present
to
comply
,
and
try
how
far
't
will
pass
upon
him
.
Goodv.
Well
Madam
,
have
you
consider'd
on
't
?
will
the
stone
in
your
heart
give
way
?
Cam
.
No
Sir
,
't
is
full
as
firm
and
hard
as
ever
'
t
was
.
Goodv.
And
I
may
then
go
hang
or
drown
,
or
do
what
I
will
with
my self
?
Hah
?
Cam
.
At
your
own
discretion
Sir
,
though
I
should
be
loth
to
see
so
proper
a
handsom
Gentleman
come
to
an
ill
end
.
Goodv.
Good
charitable
Creature
!
But
Madam
,
know
I
can
be
reveng'd
on
you
for
this
;
and
my
revenge
shall
be
to
love
you
still
;
gloat
on
and
loll
after
you
where
ere
I
see
you
;
in
all
publick
meetings
haunt
and
vex
you
;
write
lamentable
Sonnets
on
you
,
and
so
plain
,
that
every
Fop
that
sings
'em
shall
know
't
is
you
I
mean
.
Cam
.
So
Sir
,
this
is
something
:
Could
not
you
as
well
have
told
me
you
had
been
very
ill-natur'd
at
first
?
you
did
not
know
how
far
it
might
have
wrought
upon
me
;
besides
,
't
is
a
thousand
times
better
then
vowing
and
bowing
,
and
making
a
deal
of
love
and
noise
,
and
all
to
as
little
purpose
as
any
thing
you
say
else
.
Goodv.
Right
exquisite
Tyrant
!
I
'le
set
a
watch
and
guard
so
strict
upon
you
,
you
shall
not
entertain
a
well-drest
Fool
in
private
,
but
I
'le
know
it
;
Then
in
a
lewd
Lampoon
publish
it
to
the
Town
;
till
you
shall
repent
and
curse
the
hour
you
ever
saw
me
.
Cam
.
Ah
would
I
could
,
ill-natur'd
cruel
man
!
Goodv.
Hah
,
how
's
that
?
am
I
then
mistaken
?
and
have
I
wrong'd
you
all
this
while
?
I
ask
ten
thousand
pardons
;
curst
damn'd
sot
that
I
was
!
I
have
ruin'd
my self
now
for
ever
.
Cam
.
Well
Sir
,
should
I
now
forgive
you
all
,
could
you
consent
to
wrong
your
Lady
so
far
?
you
have
not
yet
been
married
a
full
year
:
How
must
I
then
suspect
your
love
to
me
,
that
can
so
soon
forget
your
faith
to
her
?
Goodv.
Oh
Madam
,
what
do
you
do
?
the
name
of
a
Wife
to
a
man
in
love
is
worse
then
cold
water
in
a
Feaver
:
't
is
enough
to
strike
the
Distemper
to
my
heart
and
kill
me
quite
,
my
Lady
quoth
a
!
Cam
.
Besides
,
Valentine
you
know
is
your
Friend
.
Goodv.
I
grant
it
,
he
is
so
;
A
Friend
is
a
thing
I
love
to
eat
and
drink
and
laugh
withall
:
Nay
more
,
I
would
on
a
good
occasion
lose
my
life
for
my
Friend
;
but
not
my
pleasure
.
Say
where
and
when
it
shall
be
?
Cam
.
Never
,
I
dare
not
.
Goodv.
You
must
by
and
by
when
't
is
a
little
darker
,
in
the
left-hand
Walk
in
the
lowest
Garden
.
Camil
.
I
won't
promise
you
;
can't
you
trust
my
good
nature
?
Goodv.
Charming
Creature
!
I
do
:
Now
if
I
can
but
make
up
the
Match
between
Truman
and
Victoria
,
my
hopes
are
compleated
.
Cam
.
Haste
!
haste
!
away
Sir
,
I
see
Valentine
coming
.
—
Ex.
Goodv.
Enter
Valentine
.
Val
.
Madam
,
you
are
extreamly
merry
;
I
am
glad
Mr.
Goodvile
has
left
you
in
so
good
a
humour
.
Cam
.
Ay
Sir
,
and
what
may
please
you
more
,
he
is
parted
hence
in
as
good
a
humour
as
he
has
left
me
here
.
Enter
Lady
Squeamish
,
Bridget
at
the
Door
.
L.
Sq.
Valentine
and
Camilla
alone
together
!
Now
for
an
opportunity
to
be
reveng'd
!
ah
how
I
love
malice
!
Val
.
Ungratefull'st
of
women
!
Cam
.
Foolishest
of
men
!
Can
you
be
so
very
silly
to
be
jealous
?
for
I
find
you
are
so
:
What
have
you
ever
observ'd
since
first
your
knowledge
of
me
that
might
perswade
you
I
should
ever
grow
fond
of
a
man
,
as
notoriously
false
to
all
Women
,
as
you
are
unworthy
of
me
?
Aside
.
L.
Squ
.
Has
Valentine
been
false
to
her
too
?
nay
,
then
there
is
some
pleasure
left
yet
,
to
think
I
am
not
the
onely
Woman
that
has
suffer'd
by
his
baseness
.
Val
.
What
then
,
I
'll
warrant
you
were
alone
together
half
an
hour
only
for
a
little
harmless
raillery
or
so
;
an
honour
I
could
never
obtain
without
hard
suit
and
humble
supplication
.
Cam
.
Alas
!
how
very
Politick
you
are
grown
!
you
would
pretend
displeasure
to
try
your
power
.
No
—
I
shall
henceforth
think
you
never
had
a
good
opinion
of
me
,
but
that
your
Love
was
at
first
as
ill
grounded
as
your
fantasticall
Jealousy
is
now
.
Val
.
What
specious
pretence
can
you
urge
?
(
I
know
a
Woman
can
never
be
without
one
;
)
come
,
I
am
easy
and
good
natur'd
,
willing
to
believe
and
be
deceiv'd
:
—
what
,
not
a
word
?
Camill
.
Though
I
can
hardly
descend
to
satisfy
your
distrust
,
for
which
I
hardly
value
you
and
almost
hate
you
;
yet
to
torment
you
farther
,
know
I
did
discourse
with
him
,
and
of
love
too
;
nay
more
,
granted
him
an
appointment
,
but
one
I
never
meant
to
keep
,
and
promised
it
onely
to
get
rid
of
him
.
This
is
more
then
I
am
oblig'd
to
tell
you
,
but
that
I
wanted
such
an
opportunity
as
this
to
check
your
pretences
,
which
I
found
grew
too
unruly
to
be
kept
at
a
distance
.
Val
.
Tho'
I
had
some
reason
to
be
in
doubt
,
yet
this
true
resentment
and
just
proceeding
has
convinc'd
me
:
For
Goodvile
is
a
man
I
have
little
reason
to
trust
,
as
will
appear
hereafter
,
and
't
was
my
knowledge
of
his
baseness
made
me
run
into
so
mean
a
distrust
of
you
:
But
forgive
me
this
,
and
when
I
fail
again
discard
me
for
ever
.
Cam
.
Yes
:
But
the
next
time
I
shall
happen
to
discourse
with
a
Gentleman
in
private
,
I
shall
have
you
listning
at
the
door
or
eves-dropping
under
the
window
.
What
,
distrust
your
friend
the
honourable
worthy
Mr.
Goodvil
!
—
fie
,
how
can
you
be
so
ungenerous
?
Val
.
There
is
not
such
another
Hypocrite
in
the
World
:
He
never
made
Love
but
to
delude
,
nor
Friendship
but
for
his
ends
:
—
Even
his
own
Kinswoman
,
and
charge
Victoria
he
has
long
since
corrupted
,
and
now
would
put
her
on
his
best
Friend
Truman
for
a
Wife
.
Cam
.
I
cannot
but
laugh
to
think
,
how
easily
he
swallow'd
the
cheat
:
He
could
not
be
more
transported
at
possession
,
then
he
was
with
expectation
,
and
he
went
away
in
a
greater
Triumph
then
if
he
had
conquer'd
the
Indies
.
Val
.
Where
did
you
promise
him
?
Cam
.
In
the
left
hand
walk
in
the
lower
Garden
.
L.
Squ
So
in
the
left
hand
walk
in
the
lower
Garden
:
I
heard
that
.
Aside
.
But
Mr.
Valentine
you
may
chance
to
meet
another
there
:
Let
me
die
,
this
is
pleasant
.
Val
.
And
when
?
Cam
.
Anon
when
it
begins
to
grow
dark
.
L.
Squ
.
Enough
,
I
know
the
time
and
place
;
and
Madam
Camilla
,
I
shall
make
bold
to
cheat
you
of
your
Lover
to
night
.
Alas
poor
inconsiderable
Creature
,
how
this
makes
me
loath
her
!
Camil
.
Now
would
this
News
be
more
welcom
to
her
Ladishp
Madam
Squeamish
,
then
a
new
Fashion
,
a
new
Dance
,
or
a
new
Song
:
How
many
Visits
would
she
make
on
the
occasion
!
not
a
Family
in
Town
would
be
at
rest
for
her
,
till
she
had
made
it
a
Jest
.
From
the
Mother
of
the
Maids
,
to
the
Atturney's
Wife
in
Holborn
.
Val
.
But
for
some
private
reasons
I
would
have
kept
it
from
her
,
and
from
Madam
Goodvile
too
.
There
are
Affairs
to
be
carry'd
on
to
Night
,
which
the
least
Accident
may
interrupt
.
—
Besides
,
I
have
thought
upon
't
,
and
will
so
contrive
the
matter
,
that
Goodvile
shall
keep
his
Assignation
,
and
her
Ladiship
her self
supply
the
place
of
the
much
expected
charming
Camilla
.
Cam
.
But
would
you
Sir
do
me
such
an
Injury
as
to
make
me
break
my
word
with
Mr.
Goodvile
?
that
were
inhumane
.
Val
.
Good
Conscionable
Creature
have
patience
,
and
don't
you
think
of
paying
Debts
too
fast
,
there
's
an
Account
yet
between
you
and
I
which
must
be
made
even
;
and
I
think
I
had
best
secure
it
now
I
have
you
in
my
custody
.
Cam
.
Ay
but
Sir
,
if
I
part
with
any
thing
,
I
shall
expect
to
have
something
to
shew
for
't
.
Val
.
Nay
,
if
I
don't
offer
as
lusty
security
and
conditions
as
any
man
,
let
me
lose
all
I
lay
claim
to
,
that
's
fair
.
Exeunt
.
L.
Squ
.
So
,
are
they
gone
?
Now
let
me
but
live
if
this
Intrigue
be
not
extreamly
surprizing
.
Bridget
go
home
,
and
fetch
me
the
Morning-Gown
I
had
last
made
in
imitation
of
Camilla's
,
for
perhaps
I
shall
go
a
Masquerading
to
Night
,
or
it
may
be
not
,
but
fetch
it
nevertheless
.
Bridg
.
Madam
,
won't
the
other
serve
?
you
may
remember
you
left
it
at
my
Lady
Foplove's
t'other
Night
;
that
's
nearer
.
L.
Squ
.
Impertinent
Creature
!
and
would'st
thou
have
me
appear
in
it
twice
?
Do
as
I
bid
you
,
I
say
;
And
d'
ye
hear
,
bring
me
a
Mask
with
an
Amber-Bead
,
for
I
fear
I
may
have
Fits
to
Night
.
Bridg
.
I
never
knew
her
without
fantastical
ones
I
am
sure
,
for
they
cost
me
many
a
weary
Errand
.
Ex.
Enter
Victoria
.
L.
Squ
.
Oh
my
dear
Victoria
!
the
most
unlookt
for
happiness
!
the
pleasant'st
accident
!
the
strangest
discovery
!
the
very
thought
of
it
were
enough
to
cure
melancholy
.
Valentine
and
Camilla
,
Camilla
and
Valentine
,
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Victo
.
Dear
Madam
,
what
is
it
so
transports
you
?
L.
Squ
.
Nay
,
't
is
too
precious
to
be
communicated
:
hold
me
,
hold
me
,
or
I
shall
dye
with
laughter
—
ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
Camilla
and
Valentine
,
Valentine
and
Camilla
—
ha
ha
ha
.
—
O
dear
,
my
heart
's
broke
.
Victo
.
Good
Madam
refrain
your
mirth
a
little
,
and
let
me
know
the
Story
,
that
I
may
have
a
share
in
it
.
L.
Squ
.
An
Assignation
!
an
Assignation
to
Night
in
the
lower
Garden
.
—
By
strong
good
fortune
I
over-heard
it
all
just
now
—
but
to
think
on
the
pleasant
consequence
that
will
happen
,
drives
me
into
an
excess
of
joy
beyond
all
sufferance
.
Victo
.
Madam
,
in
all
probability
the
pleasant'st
consequence
is
like
to
be
thei●s
if
any
bodies
,
and
I
cannot
guess
how
it
should
touch
your
Ladiship
in
the
least
.
L.
Squ
.
Oh
Lord
,
how
can
you
be
so
dull
?
why
,
at
the
very
hour
and
place
appointed
will
I
meet
Valentine
in
Camilla's
stead
,
before
she
can
be
there
her self
;
then
when
she
comes
expose
her
infamy
to
all
the
world
,
till
I
have
throughly
reveng'd
my self
for
all
the
base
Injuries
her
Lover
has
done
to
me
.
Victo
.
But
Madam
,
can
you
indure
to
be
so
malicious
?
L.
Squ
.
That
,
that
's
the
dear
pleasure
of
the
thing
;
for
I
vow
I
'd
sooner
die
ten
thousand
deaths
,
if
I
thought
I
should
hazard
the
least
temptation
to
the
prejudice
of
my
honour
.
Victo
.
But
why
should
your
Ladiship
run
into
the
mouth
of
danger
?
Who
knows
what
scurvy
lurking
Devil
may
stand
in
readiness
and
seize
your
Vertue
before
you
are
aware
of
him
?
L.
Squ
.
Temptation
?
No
I
d
have
you
know
I
scorn
Temptation
:
I
durst
trust
my self
in
a
Convent
amongst
a
Kennel
of
Cramm'd
Friers
:
Besides
that
ungrateful
ill-bredfellow
Valentine
is
my
mortal
aversion
:
more
odious
to
me
then
foul
Weather
on
a
May-Day
,
or
ill
smell
in
a
Morning
.
Victo
.
Nay
,
now
Madam
you
are
too
violent
.
L.
Squ
.
Too
violent
!
I
would
not
keep
a
waiting-woman
that
should
commend
any
one
thing
about
him
:
Dear
Victoria
urge
nothing
in
his
behalf
,
for
if
you
do
,
you
lose
my
friendship
for
ever
:
Tho'
I
swear
he
was
a
fine
Person
once
,
before
he
was
spoil'd
.
Vict
.
I
am
sure
your
Ladiship
had
the
best
share
in
his
spoiling
then
.
Aside
.
L.
Squ
.
No
,
were
I
inclin'd
to
entertain
addresses
,
I
assure
I
need
not
want
for
Servants
:
For
I
swear
I
am
so
perplext
with
Billet
Deux
every
Day
,
I
know
not
which
way
to
turn
my self
:
Besides
there
is
no
fidelity
,
no
honour
in
Mankind
:
Oh
dear
Victoria
!
whatever
you
do
,
never
let
Love
come
near
your
heart
:
Though
really
I
think
true
Love
is
the
greatest
pleasure
in
the
World
.
Victo
.
Would
I
had
never
known
Love
:
My
honour
had
not
then
lain
at
the
mercy
of
so
ungrateful
a
Wretch
as
Goodvile
,
who
now
has
certainly
abandon'd
and
forgotten
me
.
L.
Squ
.
Well
,
certainly
I
am
the
most
unsteady
restless
humoursome
woman
breathing
:
Now
am
I
so
transported
at
the
thoughts
of
what
I
have
design'd
,
that
I
long
till
the
hour
comes
,
with
more
Impatience
then
—
I
'l
swear
I
know
not
what
to
say
—
Dear
Victoria
ten
thousand
adieus
—
Wish
me
good
success
—
Yet
now
I
think
on
't
I
'l
stay
a
little
longer
—
I
'l
swear
I
must
not
neither
—
Well!
I
'l
go
—
No
,
I
'l
stay
—
Well
,
I
am
resolvd
neither
to
stand
still
—
sit
still
—
nor
lie
still
—
nor
have
one
thought
at
rest
—
till
the
business
be
over
.
—
I
'l
swear
I
am
a
strange
Creature
.
Exit
L.
Squ
.
Victo
.
Farewel
Whirligig
.
Enter
Goodvil
.
Goodv.
Victoria
here
!
To
meet
with
an
old
Mistress
when
a
man
is
in
pursuit
of
a
fresh
one
,
is
a
worse
Omen
then
a
Hare
in
a
Journey
.
I
'l
step
aside
this
way
till
she
's
past
me
,
so
,
farewel
Fubb
.
Makes
mouths
.
Exit
Victo
.
Now
for
the
lovely
kind
yielding
Camilla
!
How
I
long
for
the
happy
hour
!
Swelling
burning
breasts
,
dying
eyes
,
balmy
lips
,
trembling
joints
,
millions
of
kisses
and
unspeakable
joys
wait
for
me
.
Enter
Truman
and
Valentine
.
Well
,
Gentlemen
!
Now
you
have
left
the
Ladies
,
I
hope
there
may
be
room
near
your
hearts
for
a
Bottle
or
two
.
Trum
.
Dear
Goodvil
thou
art
too
pow'rful
to
be
deny'd
any
thing
.
't
is
a
fine
cool
Evening
,
and
a
swift
Glass
or
two
now
were
seasonable
and
refreshing
,
to
wash
away
the
Toil
and
Fatigue
of
the
Day
.
Val
.
After
a
man
has
been
disturb'd
with
the
publick
Impertinences
and
Follies
he
meets
withall
abroad
,
he
ought
to
recompence
himself
with
a
Friend
and
a
Bottle
in
private
at
Night
.
Goodv.
Spoken
like
men
that
deserve
the
life
you
enjoy
:
I
'l
in
before
and
put
all
things
in
readiness
.
Ex.
Goodvil
.
Val
.
This
worthy
Person
for
his
honesty
and
sobriety
,
would
have
made
a
very
good
Dutch
Burgomaster
:
But
he
is
as
damnable
an
English
Friend
and
Gentleman
as
one
would
wish
to
meet
withal
.
Trum
.
Valentine
,
thou
art
too
much
concerned
at
him
:
Methinks
Camilla's
Justice
and
the
pleasant
Cheat
she
has
put
upon
him
,
should
rather
make
thee
despise
and
laugh
at
him
as
I
do
.
Val
.
Truman
,
thou
indeed
hast
reason
:
And
when
I
shall
know
the
happy
success
of
the
revenge
thou
hast
in
store
for
him
,
I
may
do
my Self
and
Him
that
Justice
as
scorn
him
,
but
am
too
angry
yet
.
Trum
.
Then
to
give
thee
ease
(
for
I
dare
trust
thee
)
know
this
very
night
I
also
have
an
Assignation
with
his
Wife
in
the
Grotto
at
the
upper
end
of
the
Garden
,
the
opposite
walk
to
that
where
he
expects
to
meet
Camilla
.
Val
.
Then
I
am
at
rest
,
let
's
in
.
I
have
nothing
else
to
do
but
take
care
so
to
finish
him
,
as
that
you
shall
fear
no
Interruption
:
At
least
he
will
be
fo
full
of
his
expectation
of
Camilla
,
that
he
'l
never
dream
in
what
posture
his
own
affairs
stand
in
another
place
.
Trum
.
Away
then
:
and
may
good
luck
attend
us
:
Er'e
yet
two
hours
are
past
,
his
Wife
's
my
own
methinks
already
in
that
secure
dark
private
Grotto
.
Close
in
my
arms
,
and
languishing
she
lies
,
With
dying
looks
,
short
breath
,
and
wishing
eyes
;
And
the
supine
dull
Cuckold
nothing
spies
.
Exeunt
.
THE
FOURTH
ACT
.
SCENE
Night-garden
.
Enter
Goodvile
at
one
Door
,
Mrs.
Goodvile
and
Lettice
following
her
at
the
other
.
Goodv.
SO
,
I
think
I
came
off
in
good
time
:
hold
!
now
for
Camilla
,
by
Jove
I
think
I
am
little
better
then
drunk
.
Hah
!
who
's
there
,
Victoria
as
I
live
;
nay
it
must
be
she
as
I
said
before
.
The
poor
Gipsy's
jealous
;
has
had
some
intimation
of
my
appointment
with
Camilla
:
I
'll
loof
off
and
observe
which
way
she
steers
.
Mrs.
Good
.
Lettice
I
fear
that
's
Mr.
Goodvil's
Voice
,
what
ever
you
doe
,
if
any
cross
accident
happens
,
be
sure
you
call
me
Victoria
.
Good
.
Aye
aye
,
't
is
Victoria
!
Vigilant
Devil
!
but
I
'll
take
this
way
,
and
wait
at
the
lower
end
of
the
Walk
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Lettice
look
well
round
you
that
no
body
see
us
,
and
then
follow
me
.
Enter
Truman
.
Trum
.
Thus
far
all
is
well
:
how
I
pity
poor
Valentine
!
yonder
is
he
plying
Bumpers
as
they
call
'em
,
more
furiously
then
a
Foreign
Minister
that
comes
into
England
to
drink
for
the
Honour
of
his
Country
.
I
have
waited
something
long
though
,
who
comes
here
?
Enter
Lettice
.
Lett
.
't
is
I
,
Sir
,
your
Servant
Lettice
.
Trum
.
My
little
good
natur'd
Agent
is
it
you
?
where
's
thy
Lady
?
she
's
too
cruell
to
let
a
poor
Lover
languish
here
so
long
in
expectation
:
it
looks
as
if
she
rather
meant
to
make
a
tryall
of
my
Patience
,
then
my
Love
:
is
she
coming
?
Lett
.
Well
,
I
swear
(
as
my
Lady
Squeamish
says
)
you
are
a
strange
Creature
.
But
I
'll
goe
and
tell
her
:
Though
I
'll
vow
I
utterly
disowne
having
any
hand
in
this
Business
;
and
if
any
ill
comes
of
it
't
is
none
of
my
fault
.
Trum
.
No
no
,
not
in
the
least
,
prithee
dispatch
.
How
's
this
!
more
company
!
who
comes
there
?
Enter
Valentine
.
Val
.
't
is
I
,
Jack
Truman
,
your
friend
Valentine
.
Trum
.
My
dear
encourager
of
Iniquity
!
what
news
?
Where
's
Goodvile
?
Val
.
No
matter
for
Goodvile
!
here
comes
your
Mistress
.
Enter
Mrs.
Goodvile
,
Valentine
retires
.
Trum
.
Now
,
now
,
now
,
what
the
Devil
ailes
me
?
how
I
shall
quake
and
tremble
?
Madam
,
dear
Madam
,
where
are
you
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
Mr.
Truman
,
is
't
your
voice
?
Lettice
,
you
may
goe
in
again
if
you
will
.
—
Ex.
Lettice
.
Well
,
Sir
,
I
'll
vow
Sir
,
had
it
not
been
that
I
hate
to
break
my
word
,
I
would
not
have
ventur'd
abroad
this
cold
damp
evening
for
a
World
.
Trum
.
I
'll
warrant
you
Madam
,
whilst
you
are
in
my
possession
,
no
cold
shall
hurt
you
:
come
,
shall
we
withdraw
to
the
Grotto
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
Withdraw
to
the
Grotto
?
bless
me
,
Sir
!
what
do
you
mean
?
I
'll
swear
you
make
my
Heart
ake
.
Trum
.
Oh
Madam
!
I
have
the
best
Cure
for
the
passion
of
the
Heart
in
the
World
.
I
have
try'd
it
Madam
,
't
is
Probatum
:
come
,
come
,
let
's
retire
,
—
do
,
make
a
disturbance
and
ruine
your self
and
me
,
do
!
Mrs.
Goodv.
Nay
,
I
'll
swear
,
Sir
,
you
are
insufferably
rude
;
you
had
best
make
a
noise
and
Alarm
my
Husband
,
you
had
,
for
hang
me
I
shall
cry
out
.
Trum
.
No
,
no
,
I
'm
sure
you
won't
complain
before
you
are
hurt
;
and
I
'll
use
you
so
gently
—
hark
!
—
don't
you
hear
,
there
's
some
body
coming
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Where
,
where
,
where
?
If
we
are
seen
we
are
undone
for
ever
:
well
,
I
'll
never
give
you
such
an
advantage
again
.
Trum
.
I
'm
sure
you
would
not
,
if
I
should
let
slip
this
.
Come
,
come
,
delayes
are
dangerous
,
and
I
can
endure
'em
no
longer
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Ah
Lord
you
kill
me
!
—
what
will
become
of
me
—
ah
—
Carries
her
in
.
Val
.
Nay
,
faith
,
Madam
,
your
condition
is
something
desperate
that
's
certain
.
't
is
a
pretty
employment
I
am
like
to
have
here
;
but
it
is
for
the
sake
of
my
Friend
and
my
Revenge
:
and
two
dearer
Arguments
there
cannot
be
to
perswade
me
to
any
thing
.
Enter
Malagene
at
some
distance
.
Malag
.
So
,
Jack
Truman
and
Madam
Goodvile
have
ordered
matters
pretty
well
;
I
'll
say
that
for
my
Kinswoman
,
she
lays
about
her
handsomly
;
but
certainly
I
hear
another
Voice
this
way
;
I
'll
withdraw
once
again
,
there
may
be
more
sport
yet
,
Val
.
That
should
be
Goodvile
:
I
'll
step
behind
this
Tree
,
and
see
how
he
and
her
Ladyship
behave
themselves
.
This
is
like
to
be
a
night
of
as
civil
business
as
I
have
known
a
great
while
.
Enter
Goodvile
.
Goodv.
Death
,
and
the
Devil
!
how
that
puny
Rogue
Valentine
has
souced
me
?
if
I
should
have
overstay'd
the
time
now
and
mist
of
my
appointment
with
Camilla
—
Truman
is
reel'd
home
that's
certain
,
and
Valentine
I
believe
has
follow'd
him
by
this
time
.
Camilla
,
dear
,
lovely
,
kind
,
tender
,
melting
Camilla
,
where
art
thou
?
Enter
Lady
Squeamish
.
L.
Squ
.
That
must
be
Valentine
,
nay
,
I
am
sure
it
is
he
!
how
sneakingly
will
he
look
when
he
shall
find
his
mistake
?
but
I
'll
take
care
if
possible
that
no
such
thing
shall
happen
,
so
mine
be
the
pleasure
,
and
Camilla's
the
scandall
;
I
'll
rush
by
him
through
the
Walk
into
the
Wilderness
.
Runs
cross
the
Walk
.
Goodv.
That
must
be
she
,
how
swiftly
she
flew
along
,
as
if
she
fear'd
to
be
too
late
,
loosely
attired
and
fit
for
Joys
!
Now
all
the
power
of
Love
and
good
fortune
direct
me
.
Exit
.
Val
.
So
,
thanks
to
our
Stars
,
he
is
safe
;
though
a
Pox
on
't
,
methinks
this
dry
pimping
is
but
a
scurvy
employment
:
had
I
but
a
Sister
or
Kinswoman
of
his
to
keep
doing
withall
,
there
were
some
comfort
in
it
,
—
but
here
comes
Truman
and
the
Lady
,
I
must
not
be
seen
.
Ex.
Enter
Truman
and
Mrs.
Goodvile
.
Trum
.
You
shall
not
goe
:
Come
but
back
a
little
,
I
have
something
more
to
tell
you
that
nearly
concerns
us
both
:
besides
,
Mr.
Goodvil's
in
the
Garden
,
and
if
he
should
chance
to
meet
us
,
what
excuse
could
we
make
to
him
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
But
will
you
promise
me
Victoria
shall
never
rob
me
of
your
Heart
?
She
does
not
deserve
it
I
am
sure
half
so
well
as
I.
Trum
.
Kind
tender
hearted
Creature
I
know
it
:
nor
shall
she
ever
come
so
near
it
,
as
to
know
that
I
have
one
:
—
alas
!
we
talk
too
long
,
Noise
.
I
hear
company
coming
,
we
shall
be
surpriz'd
,
and
disappointed
,
and
then
I
am
undone
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
I
'll
swear
you
make
me
tremble
every
Joynt
of
me
:
what
would
you
have
me
doe
?
Trum
.
See
,
see
,
who
are
yonder
.
Exeunt
Truman
and
Mrs.
Goodvile
.
Enter
Goodvile
and
Lady
Squeamish
.
Goodv.
What
a
feast
of
delight
have
I
had
!
surely
she
was
born
only
to
make
me
happy
!
her
naturall
and
unexperienced
Tenderness
exceeded
practis'd
Charms
:
—
Dear
blest
lovely
Camilla
,
oh
!
my
Joys
!
L
Squ
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
Goodv.
How
's
this
?
my
Lady
Squeamish
!
—
Death
and
the
Devil
.
L.
Squ
.
Truly
sweet
Mr.
Valentine
the
same
:
Now
,
Sir
,
I
hope
—
Ugh
gad
!
Mr.
Goodvile
!
They
stare
at
each
other
.
Goodv.
Have
I
been
mumbling
an
Old
Kite
all
this
while
instead
of
my
Young
Partridge
?
a
Pox
o'
my
depraved
palate
that
could
distinguish
no
better
.
L.
Squ
.
Lord
Mr.
Goodvile
,
what
ayles
you
!
—
this
was
an
unexpected
Adventure
;
but
let
let
me
dye
,
it
is
very
pleasant
:
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Goodv.
A
Pox
on
the
pleasures
,
and
you
too
I
say
.
L.
Squ
.
This
malicious
Devil
Camilla
has
overreached
me
:
—
Well
Mr.
Goodvile
you
are
the
worthyest
person
;
—
had
I
an
only
Daughter
,
I
durst
trust
her
with
you
,
you
are
so
very
civil
:
—
well
,
Innocence
is
the
greatest
happiness
in
the
World
.
Goodv.
Right
Madam
,
it
is
so
,
and
you
know
we
have
been
very
innocent
;
done
no
harm
in
the
world
,
not
we
.
L.
Squ
.
The
Censorious
World
if
they
knew
of
this
Accident
,
I
know
would
be
apt
enough
to
speak
reproachfully
;
but
so
long
as
I
my self
am
satisfyed
in
the
Integrity
of
my
Honour
,
the
World
is
a
thing
I
defy
and
scorn
.
Goodv.
Very
Philosophically
spoken
:
—
But
,
Madam
,
so
long
as
the
World
is
to
be
a
stranger
to
our
Happiness
,
why
should
we
deny
our selves
the
second
pleasure
of
Congratulation
?
L.
Squ
.
Alas
,
alas
,
Mr.
Goodvile
,
you
cannot
say
that
you
have
had
the
least
advantage
over
my
frailty
:
well
,
what
might
have
happened
if
the
strict
severity
of
both
our
vertues
had
not
secured
us
?
Goodv.
This
affected
Impudence
of
hers
is
beyond
all
the
impertinence
I
ever
knew
her
guilty
of
:
—
Vertue
with
a
Pox
!
I
think
I
have
reason
to
know
her
pretty
well
,
and
the
Devil
of
any
Vertue
found
I
about
her
.
L.
Squ
.
But
dear
Sir
,
let
us
talk
no
more
of
it
:
though
I
am
extreamly
mistaken
if
I
saw
not
Mr.
Valentine
enter
the
Garden
before
me
,
and
am
as
much
mistaken
if
a
Lady
was
not
with
him
too
.
Goodv.
Hell
and
Confusion
!
that
must
be
Victoria
:
I
thought
indeed
I
saw
her
,
but
being
hot-headed
,
and
apprehending
she
came
with
a
malicious
design
of
discovering
me
,
avoided
her
,
—
false
to
me
with
Valentine
?
L.
Squ
.
I
'll
swear
Mr.
Goodvile
I
have
long
suspected
an
Intrigue
between
you
and
Madam
Victoria
,
and
this
Jealousy
has
confirmed
me
,
and
I
would
not
for
all
the
World
but
have
known
it
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Goodv.
Death
Madam
!
this
is
beyond
all
sufferance
:
—
disappointed
,
and
jilted
by
Camilla
!
abused
by
Victoria
!
and
with
Valentine
too
,
Trumans
friend
,
whom
I
thought
should
have
marry'd
her
!
—
Shame
and
Infamy
light
upon
the
whole
Sex
!
may
the
best
of
'em
be
ever
suspected
,
and
the
most
cautious
always
betray'd
.
L.
Squ
.
Dear
Mr.
Goodvile
be
patient
:
let
me
dye
,
you
are
enough
to
frighten
our
whole
Sex
from
ever
loving
or
trusting
men
again
:
—
Lord
,
I
would
not
be
poor
Madam
Victoria
,
to
gain
an
Empire
,
I
'll
swear
if
you
are
not
more
moderate
,
you
'll
discompose
me
strangely
:
—
how
my
heart
beats
!
Goodv.
Patience
!
preach
it
to
a
galled
Lyon
:
—
no
,
I
am
sure
she
is
not
far
off
,
and
I
will
find
her
;
surprize
her
in
the
midst
of
her
Infamy
and
prostitution
;
—
'Sdeath
Madam
,
let
me
goe
.
L.
Squ
.
I
will
not
part
with
you
,
you
ill-natur'd
Creature
;
you
shall
not
goe
:
—
I
vow
,
I
'll
cry
a
Rape
if
you
offer
to
stir
:
—
oh
my
heart
,
here
's
Malagene
.
Enter
Malagene
Singing
Frank
,
Frank
,
Frank
,
&c.
Malag
.
Why
how
now
Frank
,
what
a
pox
,
out
of
humour
?
Why
Madam
,
what
have
you
done
to
him
;
what
have
you
done
to
him
Madam
?
Lord
how
he
looks
!
—
why
Frank
I
say
,
prethee
bear
up
.
Goodv.
Hark
you
Dog
fool
Coxcomb
,
hold
that
impertinent
impudent
Tongue
of
yours
or
I
'll
cut
it
out
;
'Sdeath
you
Buffoon
I
will
.
Malag
.
No
,
but
hark
you
dear
heart
,
good
words
,
good
words
do
you
hear
,
or
I
shall
publish
,
by
my
Soul
Joy
,
I
shall
.
Goodv.
How
am
I
continually
plagu'd
with
Rogues
and
Owles
!
I
'll
set
my
house
o'fire
rather
then
have
it
haunted
and
pester'd
by
such
Vermine
.
Malag
.
Faith
Frank
doe
:
I
have
not
seen
a
House
o'fire
this
great
while
,
it
would
be
a
pretty
Frollick
,
prethee
let
us
about
it
presently
.
L.
Squ
.
Dear
Mr.
Goodvile
you
shall
be
perswaded
:
don't
run
your self
into
danger
thus
rashly
.
Goodv.
Do
you
hear
then
,
Monsieur
Pimponio
,
as
you
expect
to
live
a
quiet
hour
,
run
in
and
call
for
some
Lights
,
and
return
with
'em
instantly
.
Malag
.
Say
no
more
Dear
Heart
;
I
'll
doe
't
:
if
mischief
comes
not
of
this
the
Devil
's
in
't
—
but
dear
Frank
stay
till
I
come
again
,
I
'll
be
back
in
a
Trice
;
take
t'other
turn
with
her
Ladyship
into
the
Wilderness
;
or
any
thing
.
Ex.
Malag
.
L.
Squ
.
Let
me
not
live
,
this
Mr.
Malagene
is
a
very
obliging
Person
,
and
methinks
Mr.
Goodvile
you
use
him
too
severely
.
Goodv.
I
wish
Madam
he
may
deserve
that
Character
of
you
:
he
is
one
of
those
Worldlings
you
were
speaking
of
,
that
are
apt
to
talk
reproachfully
:
and
I
believe
knows
all
that
has
past
between
us
to
night
,
for
he
has
a
shrewd
discerning
Judgment
in
these
matters
.
L.
Squ
.
Lord
Mr.
Goodvile
what
can
he
say
of
me
?
I
defye
even
Envy
it self
to
doe
me
or
my
Honour
any
prejudice
:
though
I
wish
I
had
let
this
Frollick
alone
to
night
.
Goodv.
Frollick
with
a
Pox
!
—
if
these
be
her
Frollicks
,
what
the
Devil
is
she
when
she
is
in
earnest
?
Oh
he
returns
with
the
Lights
:
—
look
who
are
these
?
by
Heaven
the
same
.
Enter
Truman
and
Mrs.
Goodvile
.
Trum
.
Gently
,
gently
Madam
,
for
fear
of
an
Ambuscade
;
I
wonder
I
hear
nothing
from
Ned
Valentine
since
?
Mrs.
Godv
.
See
,
see
Sir
,
here
's
Mr.
Goodvile
:
haste
,
haste
down
the
other
Walk
,
or
we
are
ruin'd
.
Trum
.
Fear
not
,
trust
all
to
my
Conduct
.
Exeunt
.
As
Mrs.
Goodvile
is
going
away
,
Goodvile
catches
hold
of
her
Gown
—
she
claps
on
her
Masque
.
Goodv.
Stay
Madam
Victoria
,
nay
you
may
stay
,
't
is
in
vain
to
flye
,
I
have
discovered
all
your
falshood
,
I
have
:
was
mine
a
passion
to
be
thus
abused
?
I
who
have
given
you
all
my
Heart
!
perfidious
false
Woman
!
—
is
your
Lover
too
ashamed
or
afraid
to
shew
himself
?
where
is
he
?
why
comes
he
not
forth
?
Enter
Truman
.
Trum
.
Here
I
am
Sir
.
Goodv.
Hah
!
Truman
!
Mrs.
Goodv.
gets
loose
and
Ex.
Trum
.
Yes
Sir
,
the
same
:
ready
both
to
acknowledge
and
justify
my
being
here
with
Victoria
,
which
I
thought
Sir
,
might
have
been
allowed
without
any
offence
to
Mr.
Goodvile
.
That
she
is
Innocent
as
to
any
thing
on
my
part
,
I
am
ready
with
my
Sword
to
make
good
;
but
Sir
,
I
wear
it
too
to
doe
my
own
Honour
Justice
,
and
to
demand
of
you
on
what
grounds
you
appear
so
highly
concern'd
for
a
Woman
you
were
pleased
to
commend
to
your
friend
for
a
Wife
?
Goodv.
Concern'd
Sir
!
have
I
not
reason
to
be
concern'd
for
the
Honour
of
my
Family
?
for
a
Kinswoman
under
my
charge
to
be
abroad
and
alone
with
a
Gentleman
at
this
unseasonable
hour
,
might
alarm
a
Man
less
tender
of
his
reputation
then
I
am
.
Trum
.
Sir
,
this
excuse
won't
serve
my
turn
;
nor
am
I
so
blind
as
not
to
be
sensible
(
which
I
before
suspected
,
)
that
Victoria
has
been
long
your
Mistress
:
—
A
pox
of
the
Honour
of
your
Family
,
you
had
given
her
all
your
Heart
you
said
;
and
your
Passion
was
not
a
thing
to
be
thus
abused
:
nor
Sir
,
is
my
Honour
.
Goodv.
No
,
but
dear
Jack
Truman
,
thou
art
my
Friend
.
Trum
.
You
would
have
made
me
believe
so
indeed
;
but
the
daubing
was
too
course
,
and
the
Artificiall
Face
appeared
too
plain
:
—
One
would
have
thought
Sir
,
that
you
who
keep
a
generall
Decoy
here
for
Fools
and
Coxcombs
,
might
have
found
one
to
have
recompenced
a
Cast
Mistress
withall
,
and
not
have
indeavour'd
the
betraying
the
Honour
of
a
Gentleman
and
your
Friend
:
but
Sir
,
I
am
glad
I
have
heard
it
from
your
own
mouth
:
I
hope
it
will
not
be
esteemed
much
ill-nature
in
me
,
if
worthy
Mr.
Malagene
and
I
,
joyn
forces
to
publish
a
little
,
as
he
calls
it
.
Malag
.
Faith
Jack
Truman
,
with
all
my
heart
;
now
I
have
him
on
my
side
,
I
dare
say
any
thing
—
Frank
Goodvile
—
pugh
.
Goodv.
Sir
,
I
shall
require
a
better
account
of
this
hereafter
.
L.
Squ
.
Lord
Mr.
Truman
,
what
ayles
Mr.
Goodvile
?
how
happen'd
this
difference
?
—
I
'll
swear
I
am
strangely
surprized
.
Trum
.
Your
Ladyship
I
suppose
can
best
give
an
account
how
matters
are
with
him
:
I
am
apt
to
believe
he
has
been
very
free
with
you
.
L.
Squ
.
Dear
Sir
,
what
do
you
mean
?
I
'll
swear
you
are
a
scandalous
Person
.
Goodv.
Sir
,
since
you
are
so
rough
,
be
pleased
not
to
concern
your self
with
the
Honour
of
this
Lady
;
you
may
have
enough
to
doe
if
you
dare
justify
your
own
to
morrow
.
Trum
.
If
I
dare
?
—
nay
Sir
,
since
you
question
it
,
I
'll
convince
you
presently
;
—
Draw
.
They
fight
.
Enter
Valentine
.
Val
.
Hold
,
hold
,
what
's
the
matter
here
?
—
Jack
Truman
,
Frank
Goodvile
,
for
shame
put
up
.
Enter
Mrs.
Goodvile
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Where
is
this
perfidious
false
man
?
where
is
Mr.
Goodvile
?
So
Sir
,
I
have
found
now
the
Originall
of
all
my
Misfortunes
:
I
have
a
Rivall
it
seems
;
Victoria
,
the
happy
Victoria
,
possesses
all
my
Joys
:
what
,
have
you
been
fighting
too
for
the
Honour
of
your
Mistress
?
—
here
,
come
kill
me
:
would
I
had
been
lain
in
my
Grave
,
e're
I
had
known
thy
odious
polluted
Bed
.
Goodv.
'Sdeath
I
thought
she
had
been
in
her
Chamber
this
hour
at
least
:
—
't
is
true
my
Dear
,
I
must
own
a
kindness
for
Victoria
,
as
my
Kinswoman
;
but
—
Mrs.
Goodv.
How
!
dare
you
own
it
?
and
to
my
face
too
?
matchless
Impudence
!
let
me
come
at
him
,
that
I
may
tear
out
those
hot
lascivious
glowing
Eyes
that
wander
after
every
Beauty
in
their
way
:
—
oh
!
that
I
could
blast
him
with
a
look
!
—
was
my
Love
so
despicable
to
be
abandon'd
for
Victoria's
!
The
thought
of
it
makes
me
mad
:
I
'll
indure
it
no
longer
,
I
will
have
Revenge
or
I
will
dye
!
Oh!
Trum
.
Delicate
Dissimulation
!
How
I
love
her
!
Goodv.
Dear
Madam
hear
me
speak
—
Madam
,
I
say
that
—
Mrs.
Goodv.
I
know
you
cannot
want
an
excuse
,
Dissimulation
and
Falshood
have
been
your
practice
:
—
But
that
you
should
wrong
me
with
Victoria
,
a
Woman
that
for
the
sake
of
your
Relation
I
had
made
my
Friend
,
(
for
every
thing
that
was
ally'd
to
you
was
dear
to
me
,
)
is
an
injury
so
great
,
that
it
distracts
my
Reason
:
—
I
could
pardon
any
thing
but
my
wrong'd
Love
.
—
Let
me
be
gone
;
send
me
to
a
Nunnery
;
confine
me
to
a
charnel
House
,
Vile
Ungrateful
Wretch
,
any
thing
but
thy
presence
〈◇〉
can
endure
.
Goodv.
Is
there
every
way
so
damn'd
a
Creature
as
a
Wife
?
—
Lord
Madam
,
do
you
know
what
you
do
?
Mrs.
Goodv
,
I
'le
warrant
it
,
you
would
perswade
me
I
am
mad
:
—
Would
I
had
been
born
a
Fool
!
I
might
then
have
been
happy
:
Patiently
have
pass'd
over
the
many
tedious
Nights
I
have
indured
in
your
absence
:
Contented
my self
with
Prayers
for
your
safety
.
Mal
.
Oh!
Lord
,
Prayers
!
Mrs.
Goodv.
When
you
in
the
very
instant
were
languishing
in
the
Arms
of
a
Prostitute
.
Goodv.
Lord
,
Madam
,
I
thought
you
had
been
in
your
Chamber
now
:
—
Curse
on
her
what
shall
I
do
!
Mrs.
Goodv.
't
is
a
sign
you
believed
me
safe
enough
;
you
would
not
certainly
else
have
had
the
Impudence
to
have
brought
a
new
Mistress
under
my
Nose
:
—
I
see
there
how
guilty
she
stands
;
—
have
you
a
stomach
so
hot
that
it
can
digest
Carrion
that
has
been
buzz'd
about
and
blown
upon
by
all
the
Flies
in
the
Town
?
Or
was
it
the
fantasticalness
of
your
Appetite
,
to
try
how
so
course
a
Dish
would
relish
,
after
being
cloyed
with
better
feeding
?
—
Nay
Sir
I
have
been
informed
of
all
.
—
Val
.
Has
then
your
Vertuous
Ladiship
been
taking
a
little
Love
and
Air
with
Mr.
Goodvil
this
Evening
?
To
La
.
Squeamish
.
Goodv.
Well
,
she
has
dealt
with
the
Devil
that
's
certain
:
—
A
Pox
on
t
,
I
see
there
's
no
living
for
me
in
this
side
of
the
World
:
—
Go
,
let
the
Coach
be
made
ready
;
I
'le
into
the
Country
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Nay
Sir
I
know
my
presence
has
always
been
uneasie
to
you
;
Day
and
Night
you
are
from
me
,
or
if
ever
you
come
home
,
't
is
with
an
aking
Head
,
and
heavy
Heart
,
which
Victoria
only
has
Charms
enough
to
Cure
.
This
in
the
first
year
of
our
Marriage
!
Nay
and
to
own
it
!
Proclaim
your
own
Falshood
and
my
disgraceful
Injury
in
the
face
of
the
World
,
when
Malagene
too
,
the
Trumpet
of
all
the
Scandal
in
Town
was
by
,
to
be
a
Witness
:
—
't
was
very
discreetly
done
,
and
doubtless
will
be
a
Secret
long
.
Goodv.
Whirr
,
—
Nay
since
it
is
so
,
why
the
Devil
should
I
strive
to
smother
my
good
Actions
?
—
Well
,
if
you
will
have
it
so
,
Madam
Victoria
has
been
my
Mistress
,
is
my
Mistress
,
and
shall
be
my
Mistress
,
and
what
a
Pox
would
you
have
more
?
and
so
God
b'ye
to
you
.
Enter
Sir
Noble
,
Caper
,
and
Saunter
.
S.
Nob
.
How
's
this
!
Who
's
that
speaks
dishonourably
of
my
Love
,
and
Lady
that
shall
be
,
Victoria
?
Before
George
she
's
a
Queen
,
and
whoever
says
to
the
contrary
,
I
'le
first
make
him
eat
my
Sword
,
and
then
beat
out
his
Teeth
with
the
Hilts
of
it
.
Cap.
Oh!
Dear
Madam
,
yonder
's
all
the
Town
in
Musquerade
;
won't
you
walk
in
?
they
'l
be
gone
if
they
see
no
Company
:
Jack
Truman
,
dear
Jack
prithee
go
and
take
one
frisk
:
—
As
I
hope
to
be
saved
,
there
are
Three
or
Four
the
finest
Ladies
,
the
delicatest
shaped
Women
;
I
am
sure
I
know
'em
all
.
Tru
.
Sir
I
wish
you
good
Fortune
,
but
I
dare
not
venture
,
you
know
my
Temper
;
I
shall
be
very
boisterous
and
mistake
'em
for
Whores
,
though
if
they
be
of
your
Acquaintance
,
I
know
they
must
be
of
Quality
.
Cap.
I
Gad
,
and
so
they
are
,
but
Mum
for
that
:
—
One
of
'em
is
she
that
gave
me
this
Ring
;
and
the
other
presented
me
with
a
Gold
enamelled
Watch
could
not
cost
less
than
Thirty
Guinnies
:
—
Trifles
Jack
which
I
have
the
Fortune
to
meet
withal
sometimes
.
Saunt
.
Nay
Sir
you
must
not
come
off
so
,
—
Victoria
your
Mistress
!
Goodv.
Yes
Sir
,
and
how
are
you
concern'd
at
it
?
Saunt
.
Nay
Sir
I
can
be
as
civil
as
any
body
,
—
Victoria
your
Mistress
!
Goodv.
'S
death
you
Coxcomb
,
mind
your
singing
,
do
you
hear
?
and
play
the
Fool
by
your self
,
or
—
Saunt
.
Sing
Sir
?
so
I
can
,
Fa
La
Da
La
La
,
&c.
Victoria
your
Mistress
!
Goodv.
Yes
Sir
,
I
say
my
Mistress
.
S.
Nob
.
Ounds
,
then
Draw
.
Val
.
Hold
Sir
Noble
,
you
are
too
furious
;
what
's
the
matter
?
Cap.
Why
how
now
Saunter
?
How
dost
doe
dear
Heart
?
—
Sir
,
this
Gentleman's
my
Friend
,
and
—
Goodv.
Was
ever
man
so
overwhelm'd
with
Fools
and
Blockheads
?
Why
you
ill-ordered
Addle-pated
wadling
brace
of
Puppies
:
—
You
Fool
,
in
the
first
place
sing
and
be
safe
,
—
and
you
slight
Grashopper
dance
and
divert
me
:
Dance
Sirrah
,
do
you
hear
?
Cap.
Dance
Sir
?
and
so
I
think
I
can
Sir
,
and
Fence
,
and
play
at
Tennis
,
and
make
Love
,
and
fold
up
a
Billet
Doux
,
or
any
thing
better
then
you
Sir
:
Dance
quoth
a
—
there
Sir
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Nay
Sir
Noble
,
not
only
so
,
but
own'd
and
boasted
of
it
to
my
Face
:
Told
me
—
S.
Nob
.
Soul
of
my
Honour
,
't
is
unpardonable
:
and
I
'le
eat
his
Heart
for
it
.
Goodv.
Dear
raw
Head
and
bloody
Bones
be
patient
a
little
:
—
See
see
you
Beagles
,
Game
for
you
,
fresh
Game
;
that
great
Towser
has
started
it
already
,
on
,
on
,
on
,
halloo
,
halloo
,
halloo
.
Thrusts
'em
at
his
Wife
,
and
Exit
.
L.
Squ
.
But
Dear
Mr.
Caper
,
Masqueraders
did
you
say
!
I
'le
swear
I
'le
among
'em
,
shall
I
not
have
your
Company
?
Oh!
Dear
Masqueraders
!
I
'le
vow
I
can
stay
no
longer
.
Exit
hastily
.
Val
.
Curse
on
her
,
she
's
gone
and
has
prevented
me
:
—
Caper
,
Saunter
,
did
you
not
hear
my
Lady
call
you
?
She
's
gone
to
the
Masqueraders
,
for
shame
follow
her
;
she
'l
take
it
ill
you
did
not
wait
on
her
.
Saunt
.
Faith
Caper
and
so
she
will
.
Well
I
am
resolved
to
Marry
Victoria
for
fear
of
the
worst
:
—
Madam
your
most
Devoted
Servant
:
I
hope
our
difference
with
Mr.
Goodvil
to
Night
—
Mrs.
Goodv.
Dear
Sir
it
needs
no
excuse
.
Cap.
My
resentments
Madam
—
Tru
.
You
are
too
Ceremonious
Gentlemen
,
and
my
Lady
will
fear
she
has
lost
you
.
Cap.
Dear
Jack
,
as
I
told
thee
before
,
I
must
bring
thee
acquainted
with
those
Ladies
.
Saunt
.
Prithee
put
on
a
Masque
and
come
among
us
,
Jack
,
Faith
do
.
Tru
.
Sirs
,
I
'le
wait
on
you
in
a
moment
.
Both
.
Dear
Soul
Adieu
.
Embracing
him
.
Exeunt
Singing
and
Dancing
.
Tru
.
These
Coxcombs
,
Madam
,
came
in
a
good
time
,
they
were
never
seasonable
before
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Diseases
and
Visitations
are
necessary
sometimes
to
sweep
away
the
noisome
Crowds
that
infest
and
incumber
the
World
.
Mal
.
As
I
have
often
said
I
must
publish
,
I
must
spread
;
and
so
God
b'ye
to
you
.
Exit
.
Enter
Lettice
.
Lettice
.
Oh!
Madam
,
yonder
's
my
Master
raving
for
his
Coach
:
Sayes
he
'l
into
the
Country
presently
:
Has
given
order
to
disperse
the
Company
,
what
will
you
do
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
Let
him
go
,
't
were
pity
to
hinder
him
:
—
ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
into
the
Country
?
I
'd
as
soon
believe
he
would
turn
Capuchin
.
Tru
.
But
Madam
't
was
inhumanly
done
,
to
come
your self
upon
him
:
One
would
have
thought
that
I
had
used
him
bad
enough
,
for
the
wise
mistake
he
made
of
Victoria
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
I
would
not
have
miss'd
it
for
the
World
:
Now
would
he
come
on
his
Knees
for
Composition
;
and
if
I
do
not
bring
him
to
it
within
these
four
hours
—
Tru
.
Why
Madam
,
what
will
you
do
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
Put
on
all
the
notorious
Affectations
and
ridiculous
Impertinencies
that
ever
the
most
eminent
of
our
Sex
have
studied
,
or
the
Coxcombs
of
your
Sex
admired
;
then
of
a
sudden
seem
to
grow
fond
of
both
those
Clincant
Fools
,
which
I
am
sure
he
of
all
things
loaths
;
Yet
do
it
too
so
forc'dly
,
that
he
himself
shall
find
it
only
intended
to
give
him
vexation
.
Tru
.
Have
you
then
malitiously
designed
in
spight
of
Nature
,
to
keep
me
constant
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
Which
you
will
be
sure
to
be
!
—
Tru
.
A
Dozen
new
fresh
young
unseen
Beauties
,
and
the
Devil
himself
in
the
Rear
of
'em
,
cannot
make
me
otherwise
:
I
never
really
Lov'd
or
Liv'd
till
now
:
There
is
nothing
I
'de
not
wish
to
be
,
except
the
very
Husband
himself
,
rather
then
lose
you
.
Enter
Valentine
and
Camilla
.
Val
.
Jack
Truman
!
Tru
.
Well
,
Ned
,
what
's
the
matter
?
Val
.
Treason
Truman
;
your
being
here
with
Mrs.
Goodvil
I
fear
is
discovered
;
I
heard
some
such
thing
whisper'd
among
the
Masqueraders
,
and
Goodvil
himself
seems
suddenly
alter'd
;
I
would
advise
you
to
come
and
shew
your self
,
and
make
the
best
on
't
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Let
me
alone
;
I
'le
secure
all
I
'le
warrant
you
:
I
'm
sure
he
can
have
no
positive
proofs
:
I
'le
instantly
go
and
put
all
things
in
a
confusion
,
contradict
all
the
orders
he
has
given
for
going
into
the
Country
;
shut
up
my self
in
my
Chamber
,
and
not
hear
a
word
of
him
till
he
comes
upon
submission
:
—
Lettice
follow
me
to
my
Chamber
presently
.
Exit
.
Tru
.
Right
exquisite
Woman
and
Wife
,
good
Luck
attend
thee
.
Exit
.
Lettice
.
Well
,
my
Lady
certainly
of
a
young
Lady
knows
her
business
,
and
understands
the
managing
of
a
Husband
the
best
of
any
Woman
in
the
World
:
I
'le
swear
she
is
an
ingenious
person
:
Forty
Ladies
now
at
such
an
accident
,
would
have
been
hurried
and
afraid
,
and
the
poor
waiting
Woman
must
have
been
sent
forward
and
backward
,
and
backward
and
forward
to
hearken
and
inquire
,
but
she
shows
all
her
changes
in
a
motion
.
Enter
Goodvil
.
Goodv.
How
now
Lettice
?
where
's
your
Lady
?
Lettice
.
Within
Sir
,
in
her
Chamber
.
Goodv.
Are
you
sure
of
it
?
Lettice
.
Sir
she
commanded
me
to
follow
her
thither
but
now
.
Goodv.
Is
she
alone
there
?
Lettice
.
Ay
Sir
,
I
'le
assure
you
she
seldome
desires
Company
:
—
But
I
must
hasten
aad
follow
her
.
Goodv.
Stay
a
little
,
are
you
sure
she
was
in
the
House
,
before
this
disturbance
hapned
in
the
Garden
?
Lettice
.
Sure
Sir
!
why
I
my self
was
at
the
Chamber
window
with
her
when
first
she
heard
you
exclaim
against
Madam
Victoria
!
Poor
Creature
,
I
was
afraid
she
would
have
fallen
down
dead
on
the
floor
:
I
catch'd
her
in
my
Arms
,
beg'd
of
her
on
my
knees
not
to
〈◇〉
out
;
but
she
would
hear
nothing
,
but
spight
of
force
broke
from
me
,
and
came
hither
with
all
that
Impatience
and
Rage
,
the
too
sensible
resentment
of
your
unkindness
had
rais'd
in
her
.
Goodv.
Get
you
in
presently
,
do
you
hear
?
and
take
no
notice
of
what
I
have
said
to
you
as
you
tender
your
well-being
.
Lettice
.
Yes
Sir
:
—
But
if
I
conceal
a
word
of
it
,
may
I
never
serve
London
Lady
again
,
but
be
condemn'd
to
be
a
Country-Chamber-Maid
,
and
kill
fleas
as
long
as
I
live
.
Goodv.
If
I
should
have
been
in
the
wrong
all
this
while
,
and
mistaken
my
own
Dear
Wife
for
Victoria
!
—
Ah!
Curse
on
this
hot
head
of
mine
!
Pox
on
't
it
is
impossible
!
Yet
that
mischievous
Rogue
Malagene
was
all
the
while
in
the
Garden
,
and
he
has
been
at
his
Doubts
and
Ambiguities
,
and
may-be's
with
me
:
—
By
this
Light
I
am
a
Cuckold
,
an
Arrant
Rank
stinking
Cuckold
.
Enter
Victoria
.
Victo
.
What
will
become
of
me
!
whither
shall
I
fly
to
hide
my
misfortune
?
Oh!
that
I
might
never
see
the
Light
again
,
but
be
for
ever
conceal'd
in
these
shades
.
Goodv.
Dear
Victoria
is
it
you
?
be
free
with
me
;
were
you
really
in
the
Garden
before
,
to
night
,
or
no
?
Victo
.
I
have
not
been
out
of
the
House
since
it
was
dark
,
till
this
minute
,
nor
had
I
come
hither
now
,
but
that
I
am
destitute
where
to
conceal
my self
from
the
malitious
Eyes
and
Tongues
of
those
,
to
whom
your
baseness
has
given
an
opportunity
of
Triumphing
over
my
Misfortune
and
ruin'd
Honour
.
Goodv.
Be
not
so
outragious
;
I
'le
reconcile
all
yet
.
Victo
.
Which
way
is
it
possible
?
By
to
Morrow
morning
your
very
Footmen
will
have
it
in
their
mouths
;
and
Malagene
that
keeps
an
Office
of
Intelligence
for
all
the
Scandal
in
Town
,
will
be
spreading
it
among
his
Coffee-House
Companions
,
and
at
the
Play
whisper
it
to
the
Orange
Women
,
who
shall
make
a
fulsome
jest
of
it
to
the
next
Coxcomb
that
comes
in
half
drunk
,
to
Loll
and
Play
,
and
be
nauseously
lewd
with
'em
in
publick
.
Goodv.
I
tell
thee
it
shall
not
be
;
Malagene's
my
Creature
,
or
at
least
,
henceforth
I
'le
make
him
so
;
I
have
reasons
for
it
,
and
to
believe
also
that
my
Wife
,
my
own
delicate
damn'd
Wife
,
was
the
same
I
mistook
for
you
in
the
Garden
to
night
.
Victo
.
't
is
true
,
I
was
at
the
same
time
to
see
for
her
in
her
Chamber
,
and
she
was
not
there
;
but
cannot
believe
her
in
the
least
guilty
of
what
you
seem
to
accuse
her
of
.
Goodv.
Confound
her
:
—
She
's
an
exquisite
Jilt
,
thorough
paced
,
and
practised
in
all
the
cunning
Arts
and
Sleights
of
Falshood
:
'Sdeath
how
I
could
mince
her
!
But
here
comes
Malagene
,
he
knows
all
,
and
I
'le
make
him
confess
all
,
or
I
'le
murd●r
him
.
Mnter
Malagene
.
Well
Sir
what
say
you
to
this
matter
?
Mal
.
Faith
Bully
I
think
my
dear
Kinswoman
has
maul'd
you
to
some
purpose
;
I
'le
say
this
for
her
,
she
has
the
true
blood
of
the
Malagene's
in
her
:
To
lol
dara
lal
,
&c.
Goodv.
What
is
't
you
mean
Fool
?
Be
plain
,
and
unfold
your self
.
Mal
.
Why
you
must
know
Frank
,
having
a
particular
esteem
for
my
Family
,
(
the
nearest
Relation
of
which
,
I
would
go
Fifty
Miles
to
see
hang'd
)
I
do
think
her
as
very
a
—
But
no
more
,
—
Mum
dear
Heart
,
Mum
,
I
say
.
Goodv.
What
's
that
you
say
Sir
?
what
do
you
think
my
Wife
?
Mal
.
Ay
,
what
,
Frank
?
what
?
now
.
Goodv.
Nay
Sir
,
that
you
must
resolve
me
.
Mal
.
Why
then
I
'le
tell
the
Frank
;
dost
thou
really
think
I
love
thee
?
Goodv.
I
know
you
'l
say
so
Sir
,
because
you
fear
me
.
Mal
.
Then
prithee
do
so
much
as
lend
me
ten
Guinies
for
a
day
or
two
.
Goodv.
Oh
Sir
to
the
purpose
,
to
the
purpose
;
be
brief
.
Mal
.
Nay
then
,
Mum
I
say
again
.
Goodv.
Will
you
never
leave
vexing
me
with
your
Impertinence
?
Must
I
be
always
forc'd
to
use
you
ill
,
to
bring
you
to
good
manners
?
Mal
.
Faith
Child
,
I
am
loth
to
make
mischief
;
I
have
been
a
very
wicked
ill-natur'd
Impudent
Fellow
,
that
's
the
truth
on
't
:
But
I
find
I
lose
my self
by
it
:
The
very
Poets
themselves
that
were
wont
to
stand
in
awe
of
me
,
care
not
a
louse
for
me
now
;
and
there
's
not
a
common
Whore
in
Town
,
but
calls
me
Rogue
and
Rascal
to
my
Face
,
as
Impudently
,
as
if
I
were
her
Pimp
.
Goodv.
Therefore
Sir
resolve
to
turn
honest
,
and
be
just
to
your
Friend
.
Mal
.
The
Devil
take
me
Frank
,
if
thou
art
not
a
very
Impertinent
Fellow
:
—
Know
!
why
who
should
know
better
than
yourself
?
Hah
!
Goodv.
Here
are
Five
Guinies
for
you
,
upon
Condition
you
make
a
full
and
true
Relation
of
all
you
have
discover'd
this
night
.
Mal
.
I
'le
do
't
;
down
with
your
dust
.
Goodv.
What
will
not
this
Rakehel
do
to
borrow
money
?
I
knew
him
make
Love
to
a
Chamber-Maid
till
he
had
borrowed
Five
Pounds
of
her
at
half
a
Crown
a
time
.
Mal
.
Well
Frank
Goodvil
,
you
may
think
as
you
please
of
me
;
but
hang
me
like
a
Dog
if
I
am
not
a
very
honest
Fellow
in
my
heart
:
—
You
would
have
me
deal
freely
with
you
,
you
say
,
in
this
Business
?
Goodv.
I
would
so
Sir
,
or
I
shall
deal
very
roughly
with
you
.
Mal
.
And
you
lent
me
these
Five
Guinies
to
that
purpose
?
Goodv.
You
are
much
in
the
right
Sir
.
Mal
.
Then
to
make
short
of
the
matter
;
thou
art
as
arrant
a
poor
silly
Cuckold
as
one
would
wish
to
drink
withal
,
and
Confound
me
if
I
shall
not
be
asham'd
of
thy
Company
.
Goodv.
Confounded
Whore
!
—
Oh
for
a
Legion
of
Devils
to
hurry
her
to
Hell
,
and
that
I
had
but
the
driving
of
'
em
!
Mal
.
Nay
nay
Man
,
since
't
is
so
,
never
be
angry
for
the
matter
:
what
a
Pox
,
you
thought
to
put
the
Mistress
upon
Truman
!
Truman
has
put
the
Cuckold
upon
you
;
Valentine
has
been
Pimp
in
the
business
;
and
the
Devil
take
me
if
I
don't
think
,
my self
the
honestest
Fellow
amongst
you
.
Victo
.
Now
Sir
consider
what
a
wretched
thing
you
have
made
me
.
Goodv.
No
more
;
I
'm
thine
,
and
here
I
seal
my
heart
to
thee
forever
.
Mal
.
Well
Frank
can
I
serve
thee
any
further
in
this
Business
?
Goodv.
That
Sir
,
is
as
time
shall
try
:
And
to
convince
you
how
fit
I
think
you
for
my
purpose
,
I
know
you
are
a
Rascal
not
to
be
trusted
:
Therefore
observe
it
,
if
you
offer
to
stir
beyond
the
Limits
I
set
you
,
at
that
very
instant
I
'le
Murder
you
.
Mal
.
Prithee
talk
not
to
me
of
Limits
and
Murdering
,
I
hope
you
take
me
Sir
(
under
the
Rose
)
for
no
Fool
:
And
what
a
Pox
do
you
think
to
make
of
me
?
Goodv.
A
Spaniel
to
Hunt
and
Set
the
Game
I
mean
to
take
:
Oh!
Malagene
,
there
will
be
mischief
Malagene
,
and
new
ripe
fresh
Scandal
to
treat
of
:
I
know
it
is
an
Office
thou
lovest
,
and
therefore
do
it
to
obligethee
.
Mal
.
I'Faith
,
and
so
I
do
with
all
my
heart
:
But
Frank
I
don't
know
how
this
Business
will
be
brought
about
well
:
I
have
promised
to
meet
Two
or
Three
hearty
old
Souls
to
Morrow
at
Dinner
,
to
Swear
and
Drink
,
and
talk
Baudy
and
Treason
together
for
an
hour
or
Two
,
they
are
all
Atheists
,
and
very
honest
Fellows
.
Goodv.
Oh
Sir
you
may
be
hang'd
in
good
time
:
But
for
this
present
occasion
I
must
use
you
:
Victoria
,
do
you
with
all
your
utmost
Art
dissemble
but
the
least
knowledg
of
what
has
happen'd
to
night
:
And
Sir
do
you
keep
still
that
lying
snearing
ugly
merry
Face
which
you
always
wear
when
you
design
Mischief
:
I
'le
pretend
this
morning
to
pursue
my
Design
of
going
into
the
Country
;
then
when
they
are
in
the
height
of
their
pleasures
and
assurance
of
their
safety
,
return
and
surprize
'
em
.
Victo
.
But
do
you
believe
Sir
that
you
can
utterly
abandon
all
sense
of
your
past
Love
and
Tenderness
for
a
Woman
,
who
has
been
so
Dear
to
you
?
You
will
be
apt
to
relapse
again
.
Goodv.
I
will
sooner
return
to
my
Vomit
:
I
am
rather
glad
of
the
occasion
to
be
rid
of
so
troublesome
uneasie
a
burden
:
A
Wife
after
a
Year
,
like
a
Garment
that
has
been
worn
too
long
,
hangs
loose
and
awkardly
on
a
Man
,
and
grows
a
Scandal
to
him
that
wears
it
.
Victo
.
But
can
you
then
resolve
to
quit
and
disown
her
for
ever
?
Goodv.
For
ever
my
Victoria
!
—
No
more
,
but
straight
go
to
thy
Chamber
and
wait
for
the
happy
Issue
:
—
You
Sir
keep
close
to
me
:
—
Quit
her
!
as
chearfully
,
as
I
would
a
Shooe
that
wrings
me
.
Then
how
loosely
shall
I
move
,
Free
and
unbounded
,
taste
the
sweets
of
Life
!
Love
where
I
please
,
and
know
no
more
the
strife
That's
bred
by
that
Domestick
Plague
,
call'd
Wife
.
Exeunt
.
THE
FIFTH
ACT
.
SCENE
Victoria's
Chamber
.
Enter
Victoria
.
Victo
.
NOW
I
am
satisfi'd
I
must
be
wretched
!
Oh
Love
!
Unhappy
Women's
Curse
,
and
Men's
slight
Game
to
pass
their
idle
time
at
:
I
find
too
in
my self
the
Common
companion
of
Infamy
,
Malice
.
Has
Goodvile's
Wife
ever
wrong'd
me
?
Never
.
Why
then
should
I
conspire
to
betray
her
?
No
,
let
my
Revenge
light
wholly
on
that
false
perjur'd
Man
;
as
he
has
deceiv'd
and
ruin'd
me
,
I
'le
play
false
with
him
,
make
my self
privy
to
his
whole
Design
of
surprizing
Truman
and
his
Wife
together
:
Then
like
a
true
Mrs.
betray
his
Counsels
to
her
,
That
she
like
a
true
Wife
may
spight
of
his
Teeth
deceive
him
quite
,
And
so
I
have
the
pleasure
of
seeing
him
a
seal'd
stigmatiz'd
fond
believing
Cuckold
:
't
will
at
least
be
some
ease
to
me
.
Here
he
comes
equip't
and
prepar'd
for
the
pretended
Journey
.
Enter
Goodvil
and
Boy
.
Goodv.
Go
bid
the
Coachman
hasten
,
and
get
all
things
ready
:
I
am
uneasie
till
I
am
gone
.
't
is
time
we
were
set
out
.
The
Wolves
have
prey'd
,
and
look
the
gentle
Day
Before
the
Wheels
of
Phoebus
all
about
Dapples
the
Drousie
East
with
Spots
of
Gray
.
Wife
!
Adieu
dear
Wife
.
Ah
my
Victoria
,
up
already
?
so
diligent
to
wish
me
a
happy
Journey
?
Certainly
my
good
Angel
is
like
Thee
,
and
whensoe'r
I
err
must
meet
me
in
thy
shape
.
And
with
such
softness
smile
and
direct
me
.
Victo
.
As
those
whom
Will
with
the
Wisp
bewitches
Through
Bogs
,
through
Hedges
and
Ditches
.
Goodv.
No
:
Thou
hast
led
me
out
of
the
crooked
froward
Road
of
Matrimony
,
into
the
pleasant
easie
path
of
Love
,
where
I
can
never
leave
my
way
,
and
must
be
always
happy
:
But
where
's
Malagene
?
Victo
.
Below
with
Sir
Noble
.
Whilst
the
Butler
was
asleep
they
stole
the
Key
from
him
:
And
there
they
are
with
the
Fat-Red-Fac'd-Fidler
that
plays
upon
the
Base
,
sitting
Cross-leg'd
upon
the
Floor
,
stript
to
their
Shirts
,
and
drinking
Bawdy-Healths
.
Goodv.
That
fulsome
Rogue
will
ruin
all
our
Business
.
See
here
what
I
have
discover'd
just
now
in
the
private
Corner
of
a
Window
,
(
a
place
I
suppose
appointed
for
the
purpose
!
)
I
found
this
Billet
to
my
sweet
Wife
.
Reads
.
If
Goodvil
goes
out
of
Town
this
morning
,
let
me
know
it
,
that
I
may
wait
on
you
,
and
tell
you
the
rest
of
my
Heart
,
for
you
do
not
know
how
much
I
love
you
yet
,
Truman
.
Now
if
I
am
not
a
Cuckold
let
any
honest
Wittall
judg
,
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
How
it
pleases
me
!
Blood
!
Fire
!
and
Daggers
!
Victo
.
But
Sir
!
what
do
you
resolve
on
?
Goodv.
As
I
told
Thee
,
instantly
to
pretend
a
Journey
out
of
Town
,
and
return
and
surprize
'em
;
for
I
am
sure
they
'l
not
be
long
asunder
when
I
am
out
of
the
way
:
Oh!
this
Billet
is
a
very
honest
Billet
,
and
I
know
won't
lie
.
But
why
should
I
spend
my
Time
in
talking
of
what
but
vexes
me
,
when
pleasures
are
so
near
me
?
Come
my
Victoria
take
me
to
thy
arms
,
a
moments
Joy
with
Thee
,
would
sweeten
Years
of
Cares
.
The
Devil
—
Enter
Mrs.
Goodvil
,
and
Lettice
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Good
morning
to
you
Sir
.
Goodv.
Good
night
to
you
Madam
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
How
so
Sir
?
Goodv.
Why
good
night
or
good
morrow
,
't
is
all
one
;
Ceremony
is
the
least
thing
I
take
care
of
:
You
see
I
am
busie
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
I
must
confess
,
considering
the
humble
Duty
of
a
Wife
,
't
is
something
rude
in
me
,
to
interrupt
you
,
but
I
hope
when
you
know
my
intentions
,
you
'l
pardon
me
.
They
were
only
to
take
a
civil
leave
of
you
:
I
find
you
are
preparing
for
the
Country
Sir
.
Goodv.
Ay!
A
little
Air
will
be
very
seasonable
at
present
Madam
,
I
shall
grow
rank
else
,
and
all
the
Company
I
keep
will
smell
me
out
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Oh
what
joy
will
fill
each
neighbouring
Village
!
to
hear
our
Landlords
Honour's
coming
down
.
The
Bells
shall
jangle
out
of
Tune
all
Day
;
and
at
night
the
Curate
of
the
Hamlet
comes
in
the
name
of
the
whole
Parish
to
bid
his
Patron
welcome
into
the
Country
,
and
invite
himself
the
next
Lords
Day
to
Dinner
.
Goodv.
I
am
glad
to
see
you
so
pleasant
Madam
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Then
the
next
Morning
our
Tenants
dainty
Daughter
is
sent
with
a
Present
of
Pippins
of
the
largest
Size
,
cull'd
by
the
good
old
Drudg
her
Mother
,
which
she
delivers
with
a
Curt'sie
,
and
blushes
in
expectation
of
what
his
Worship
will
bestow
upon
her
.
Goodv.
Oh
Madam
,
let
not
any
thoughts
of
that
Nature
disturb
you
,
I
shall
leave
all
my
wanton
Inclinations
here
,
and
only
please
my self
when
I
am
there
sometimes
to
contemplate
your
Ladiships
Picture
in
the
Gallery
.
Mrs.
Grodv
.
Then
come
the
Country
Squires
,
and
their
Dogs
,
the
cleanlier
sort
of
Creatures
of
the
Two
:
Straight
w'
are
invited
to
the
noble
Hunt
,
and
not
a
Deer
in
all
the
Forest's
safe
.
Goodv.
No
Madam
:
No
horned
Beast
shall
suffer
for
my
pleasure
:
I
am
lately
grown
a
Philosopher
,
Madam
;
and
find
,
we
ought
not
hurt
our
fellow
Creatures
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
What
is
the
reason
that
you
use
me
thus
?
Goodv.
What
is
't
I
would
not
do
to
purchase
quietness
?
Your
injurious
suspicions
of
me
were
tolerable
,
but
the
wrongs
your
Jealousie
has
done
Victoria
—
Mrs.
Goodv.
I
jealous
of
Victoria
!
No.
Tho'
my
passion
last
night
made
me
extravagant
,
when
I
discover'd
you
with
that
naughty
Lady
Squeamish
which
I
can
easily
forgive
,
if
you
'l
but
promise
to
forget
her
:
For
I
am
confident
it
was
your
first
Transgression
.
Goodv.
Very
quaint
and
pretty
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Yet
I
am
too
well
satisfi'd
of
Victoria's
Vertue
,
for
she
's
my
Friend
,
and
though
I
should
see
her
in
your
Arms
I
could
not
harbour
such
a
thought
.
No
,
Victoria
,
you
must
love
me
,
and
I
'le
love
you
;
you
shall
call
me
your
Love
,
and
I
'le
call
you
my
Dear
,
and
we
'l
always
go
to
the
Play
together
,
and
to
the
Park
together
,
and
every
where
together
;
and
when
Mr.
Goodvil's
out
of
Town
,
we
'l
lie
together
.
Enter
Servant
.
Serv
.
Sir
the
Coach
is
ready
.
Goodv.
You
think
Madam
,
you
have
a
fine
easie
Fool
to
play
withal
,
but
the
gayness
of
your
Face
is
too
thin
to
hide
the
rancour
of
your
Heart
;
and
so
my
Dear
jocund
witty
Devil
Wife
,
I
take
my
leave
of
you
,
never
more
from
this
minute
to
look
on
you
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Are
you
then
inexorable
?
Relentless
,
cruel
Man
!
Goodv.
Good
easie
melting
kind-hearted
Woman
farewel
.
Exit
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Ah
wretched
me
.
Lettice
.
My
Lady
Swoons
,
Dear
Madam
Victoria
hasten
,
and
bring
my
Master
back
again
,
you
can
do
any
thing
with
him
.
Ex.
Victo
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
No
no
,
Lettice
!
Let
him
alone
,
art
thou
sure
he
's
gone
?
Lettice
.
I
hope
so
Madam
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Then
so
soon
as
I
am
return'd
to
my
Chamber
,
be
sure
you
go
your self
to
Mr.
Truman
,
and
tell
him
if
he
has
nothing
else
to
do
he
may
come
hither
to
Day
.
Enter
Victoria
.
Victo
.
There
is
no
prevailing
with
him
,
he
cries
aloud
his
House
is
infected
,
and
that
no
man
that
values
his
Health
will
stay
in
it
.
My
Lady
Squeamish
too
is
arriv'd
just
as
he
left
the
Door
:
I
am
sure
she
'l
come
in
,
will
you
see
her
Madam
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
Oh
I
am
sick
at
the
very
name
of
her
:
Let
all
the
Doors
be
barr'd
against
her
,
and
Gunpowder
under
each
Threshold-place
,
ready
to
blow
her
up
,
if
she
but
offer
an
entrance
.
Lettice
,
lend
me
your
hand
a
little
:
I
'l
to
my
Chamber
instantly
:
Oh
my
Head
!
Ex.
with
Lettice
.
Victo
.
This
management
of
hers
so
charms
me
,
that
I
can
almost
forget
all
the
mischief
she
has
done
me
:
't
is
true
she
reproacht
me
,
but
't
was
done
so
handsomely
that
I
had
doubly
deserv'd
it
to
have
taken
notice
of
it
.
Enter
L.
Squeamish
.
L.
Squea
.
Oh
Dear
Victoria
,
what
will
become
of
me
!
I
am
lost
and
undone
for
ever
:
Oh
I
shall
die
,
I
shall
die
;
the
Lord
of
my
Heart
,
the
Jewel
of
my
Soul
is
false
to
me
.
Victo
.
What
ails
your
Ladiship
?
Surely
she
's
distracted
?
L.
Squea
.
Oh
Goodvil
,
Goodvil
!
the
false
,
cruel
,
remorseless
Goodvil
!
I
came
just
as
his
Coach
was
parting
from
the
Door
,
yet
he
would
not
speak
to
me
,
would
hardly
see
me
,
but
away
he
drove
,
and
smiling
mockt
my
sorrows
.
Victo
.
Alas
!
Her
Ladiship
is
passionate
,
as
I
live
very
passionate
.
L.
Squea
.
So
Theseus
left
the
Wretched
Ariadne
on
the
shoar
,
so
fled
the
false
Aeneas
from
his
Dido
.
Victo
.
What
could
you
expect
less
of
him
,
Madam
?
Falshood
is
his
province
:
Your
Ladiship
should
have
made
choice
of
a
civil
sober
discreet
Person
,
but
Goodvil
you
know
is
a
Spark
,
a
very
Spark
.
L.
Squea
.
That
,
that
has
been
my
ruine
,
it
was
therefore
I
ador'd
him
,
what
Woman
would
doat
on
a
dull
melancholy
Ass
,
because
she
might
be
sure
of
him
?
No
,
a
Spark
is
my
Life
,
my
Darling
,
the
joy
of
my
Soul
,
Oh
how
I
doat
on
a
Spark
!
I
could
live
and
die
with
a
Spark
.
Victoria
,
I
make
you
a
Confident
,
and
you
must
pardon
me
for
robbing
you
of
Mr.
Goodvil
:
Come
come
,
I
know
all
.
Victo
.
Your
Ladiship
knows
more
then
all
the
World
besides
.
L.
Squea
.
And
as
I
was
saying
,
A
Spark
is
the
Dearest
thing
to
me
in
the
World
;
I
have
had
acquaintance
I
think
with
all
the
Sparks
.
Well
;
one
of
'em
that
you
know
was
a
sweet
Person
:
Oh
he
danc'd
and
sung
and
drest
to
a
Miracle
,
and
then
he
spoke
French
as
if
he
had
been
bred
all
his
life
time
at
Paris
,
and
admir'd
every
thing
that
was
French
:
Besides
he
would
look
so
languishingly
,
and
lisp
so
prettily
when
he
talkt
;
and
then
never
wanted
discourse
:
I
'l
swear
he
has
entertain'd
me
two
hours
together
with
the
description
of
an
Equipage
.
Victo
.
That
must
needs
be
very
charming
.
L.
Squea
.
But
Mr.
Goodvil
was
a
Wit
too
:
Oh
I
never
had
a
Wit
before
,
for
to
speak
the
Truth
,
now
I
think
on
't
better
,
all
my
Lovers
have
been
a
little
Foolish
I
'l
swear
,
ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Sir
Noble
and
Malagene
at
the
Door
drunk
.
Malag
.
Scour
,
scour
,
scour
.
Sir
Nob
.
Down
goes
the
Main-Mast
,
down
,
down
,
down
.
They
enter
.
Malagene
roar
,
roar
,
and
ravish
,
here
are
punks
in
beaten
Sattin
,
Sirrah
;
Termagant
,
triumphant
,
first-rate
Punks
,
you
Rogue
.
Victor
.
How
came
these
Ruffians
here
?
Sir
Nob
.
Ruffians
!
do
you
know
who
you
talk
to
Madam
?
I
am
a
civill
,
sober
,
discreet
person
;
and
come
particularly
to
embrace
thy
lovely
Body
.
Malag
.
Look
you
Madam
,
make
no
noise
about
this
matter
.
This
is
a
person
of
quality
and
a
friend
of
mine
,
therefore
pray
be
civill
.
L.
Squ
.
Has
Mr.
Goodvile
left
no
Footmen
at
home
to
cudgell
such
Fops
?
Fogh
—
how
like
drunken
journy-men
Tailors
they
look
?
Malag
.
Journey-men
Madam
!
hold
there
!
none
of
your
Ladyships
Journey-men
,
that
's
one
comfort
!
woe
to
the
poor
Devil
that
is
I
say
.
L.
Squ
.
Were
Mr.
Goodvile
at
home
you
durst
not
talk
thus
,
you
scandalous
fellow
.
Malag
.
Goodvile
you
say
—
hark
you
my
Dear
,
were
he
here
in
person
,
I
would
first
of
all
decently
kick
him
out
of
doors
,
then
turn
up
thy
Keel
and
discover
here
to
thy
Kinsman
what
a
leaky
Vessel
thou
art
?
Sir
Nob
.
Why
,
what
is
that
Goodvile
?
will
he
Wrestle
?
or
will
he
box
for
50
l.
Look
you
,
this
fellow
is
my
Pimp
.
't
is
true
his
Countenance
is
none
of
the
best
:
but
he
's
a
neat
Lad
and
keeps
good
Company
.
Malag
.
Hark
you
Knight
!
you
'll
beare
me
out
in
this
Business
Knight
?
For
under
the
Rose
I
have
apprehension
,
that
this
Carcase
of
mine
may
suffer
else
.
Sir
Nob
.
No
more
of
that
Rogue
!
no
more
.
Take
notice
good
people
,
this
Civil
Person
shall
marry
my
Sister
;
she
is
a
pretty
hopefull
Lady
—
Truly
she
is
not
full
thirteen
—
but
she
has
had
two
Children
already
,
Odd's
heart
.
Vict
.
Ridiculous
Oaff
!
Sir
Nob
.
Come
,
let
us
talk
Baudy
.
Vict
.
I
'll
call
those
shall
talk
with
you
presently
.
Ex.
Vict
.
Sir
Nob
.
Wheugh
—
she
's
gone
.
L.
Squ
.
Beast
!
Bruit
!
Barbarian
!
Sot
!
Sir
Nob
.
Oh
law
!
my
Aunt
!
what
have
I
done
now
?
Madam
,
as
I
hope
to
be
—
Runs
against
her
and
almost
beats
her
backward
.
L.
Squ
.
Oh
help
!
I
am
murdered
!
oh
my
Head
!
Sir
Nob
.
Nay
Lady
that
was
no
fault
of
mine
:
you
shall
see
I
'll
keep
my
distance
,
and
(
as
I
was
saying
)
if
I
have
offended
—
Reels
against
a
Table
and
throws
down
a
China
Jarr
,
and
severall
little
China
Dishes
.
L.
Squ
.
Oh
insufferable
!
quickly
,
quickly
,
a
Porter
and
Basket
to
carry
out
this
Swine
to
a
Dunghill
.
Sir
Nob
.
Look
you
Madam
,
no
harm
!
no
harm
!
you
shall
see
me
behave
my self
notably
yet
—
as
for
example
—
suppose
now
—
suppose
this
the
Door
.
Goes
to
the
Door
.
Very
well
;
thus
then
I
move
.
—
Steps
forwards
and
leaves
his
Peruke
on
one
of
the
Hinges
.
Hah
,
who
was
that
?
Rogues
!
Dogs
!
Sons
of
Whores
!
Enter
Servants
.
1.
Serv
.
Such
as
we
are
Sir
,
you
shall
find
us
at
your
service
.
Sir
Nob
.
Murder
,
murder
,
murder
.
—
Malag
.
Where
there
is
such
odds
,
a
man
may
with
Honour
retire
and
steal
off
.
Exit
Malag
.
Enter
Caper
and
Saunter
.
Cap.
Where
is
this
Rascall
?
this
Coxcomb
?
this
Fop
?
how
dare
you
come
hither
Sir
,
to
affront
Ladies
and
Persons
of
Quality
?
Sir
Nob
.
Sir
,
your
humble
servant
:
did
you
see
my
Perriwig
?
Cap.
Sir
,
you
are
an
Ass
;
and
never
wore
Perriwig
in
your
life
:
Jerniè
what
a
Bush
of
Bryars
and
Thorns
is
here
?
The
Main
of
my
Lady
Squeamish's
Shock
is
a
Chedreux
to
it
.
Sir
Nob
.
Why
,
Sir
,
I
know
who
made
it
.
He
was
an
honest
fellow
and
a
Barber
,
and
one
that
lov'd
Musick
and
Poetry
.
Saunt
.
How
Sir
!
Cap.
But
,
Sir
,
come
close
to
the
business
:
how
durst
you
treat
Ladies
so
rudely
as
we
saw
you
but
now
?
Answer
to
that
,
and
tell
not
us
of
Musick
and
Poetry
.
Sir
Nob
.
Why
,
he
had
all
Westminster
Drollery
and
Oxford
Jests
at
his
Fingers
ends
.
And
for
the
Cittern
,
if
ever
Troy
Town
were
a
Tune
,
he
master'd
it
upon
that
Instrument
,
when
he
was
our
Butler
in
the
Country
:
an
old
Maid
of
my
Grandmothers
took
great
delight
in
him
for
it
.
Saunt
.
But
,
Sir
,
this
is
nothing
to
our
Business
.
Sir
Nob
.
Business
!
hang
Business
!
I
hate
a
Man
of
Business
:
If
you
'll
drink
or
Whore
,
break
Windows
,
or
commit
murther
,
I
am
for
you
.
Cap.
Sir
,
will
you
fight
?
Sir
Nob
.
Fight
!
with
,
whom
?
for
what
?
Cap.
With
me
.
Saunt
.
With
me
.
Sir
Nob
.
Ay
Sir
,
with
all
my
heart
;
I
love
fighting
Sir
.
Saunt
.
But
will
you
Sir
?
dare
you
?
Cap.
Ay
Sir
,
will
you
fight
?
do
you
think
you
dare
fight
?
Sir
Nob
.
Why
,
you
sweet
perfum'd
Jessimine-Knaves
!
you
Rogues
in
Buckram
!
were
there
a
Dozen
of
you
I
'd
beat
you
out
of
your
Artificiall
Sweetness
into
your
own
naturall
Rankness
;
you
Stinkards
!
shall
I
draw
my
Cerberus
and
cut
you
off
you
Gaudy
Popinjaies
?
Cap.
This
Fellow
's
mad
,
Saunter
!
stark
mad
by
Jerico
:
Dear
Knight
,
how
long
hast
thou
been
in
this
pickle
?
this
Condition
,
Knight
?
hah
?
Sir
Nob
.
What
Pickle
?
what
Condition
,
you
Worms
?
Saunt
.
Ay
,
ay
,
't
is
so
,
the
poor
Devil
must
to
Bedlam
:
Bedlam
,
Knight
,
the
Mad-man's
Hospitall
.
Sir
Nob
.
What
will
become
of
you
then
you
Vermin
?
There
's
never
a
Hospitall
for
Fools
yet
;
Mercy
on
me
if
there
were
!
how
many
handsome
Fellows
in
this
Town
might
be
provided
for
?
Fiddles
play
within
.
Cap.
Hey
day
!
Fiddles
!
Saunt
.
Madam
Goodvile
hearing
we
were
here
,
hath
sent
for
'em
on
purpose
to
regale
us
.
Enter
Mrs.
Goodvile
,
Lady
Squeamish
with
the
Fiddles
playing
,
Saunter
falls
to
sing
the
Tune
with
'em
,
and
Caper
Dances
to
it
.
Lettice
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Let
my
Servants
take
care
that
all
the
Doors
stand
open
:
I
'll
have
entrance
deny'd
to
no
one
Fool
in
Town
.
Mr.
Caper
and
Mr.
Saunter
here
?
then
we
can
never
want
Company
.
Come
,
Madam
,
let
us
begin
the
Revells
of
the
day
;
I
long
to
enjoy
the
Freedome
I
am
Mistress
of
.
Lettice
,
try
your
Vow
.
L.
Squ
.
Oh
Madam
!
this
gallant
Spirit
ravishes
me
.
Dear
Mr.
Caper
,
you
and
Mr.
Saunter
were
born
to
be
happy
!
Madam
Goodvile
has
resolv'd
to
Sacrifice
this
Day
to
pleasure
—
what
shall
we
do
with
our selves
?
Cap.
Do
Madam
!
We
'll
dance
for
ever
.
L.
Squ
.
Oh
ay
Dance
.
Saunt
.
And
Sing
.
L.
Squ
.
And
Sing
.
Both
.
And
Love
.
L.
Squ
.
Oh
ay
Love
!
but
Madam
Goodvile
,
have
you
resolved
to
wear
the
Willow
,
and
be
very
Melancholy
—
ha
,
ha
,
ha
—
Fiddles
!
where
are
you
?
I
cannot
endure
you
out
of
my
sight
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Willow
!
hang
it
,
give
it
to
Country
Girles
that
sigh
for
Clowns
;
and
Melancholy
is
a
Disease
for
Bank-rupt
Beauty
:
I
have
yet
a
stock
of
Youth
and
Charmes
,
unfully'd
by
the
hands
of
Age
or
Care
,
And
whilst
that
lasts
what
Woman
would
despair
?
Sir
Nob
.
In
the
mean
time
I
'll
scout
out
for
a
Doxy
of
my
acquaintance
hard
by
,
return
in
Triumph
,
and
let
Victoria
go
hang
and
despair
.
Sings
.
To
love
is
a
pleasure
Divine
,
Yet
I
'll
never
sigh
or
be
sad
;
They
are
Coxbombs
that
languish
and
pine
,
So
long
as
Whores
are
to
be
had
.
—
To
daroll
,
darolda
.
L.
Squ
.
Oh
secure
that
deform
d
Monster
,
that
Rebell
of
mine
:
fellowes
take
care
of
him
and
keep
him
up
till
I
talk
with
him
,
and
make
him
sensible
of
his
Enormities
.
Sir
Nob
.
Slaves
!
Avaunt
!
if
my
Lady
will
have
it
so
,
I
'll
walk
soberly
into
the
Garden
and
consider
of
what
is
past
.
To
love
is
a
pleasure
,
&c
Ex.
Sir
Noble
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Lettice
!
Lett
.
Madam
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Is
Mr.
Truman
come
?
Lett
.
He
'll
be
here
presently
Madam
.
Enter
Page
with
a
Letter
.
Page
.
A
Letter
for
your
Ladiship
.
Mrs.
Good
.
Who
brought
it
?
Page
.
A
Porter
brought
it
to
the
door
Madam
:
but
said
,
he
had
no
orders
to
stay
for
an
answer
.
Ex.
Page
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
A
Womans
hand
!
Reads
.
Mr.
Goodvil's
Journy
out
of
Town
is
but
a
pretence
:
He
is
jealous
of
you
and
Mr.
Truman
,
you
will
find
him
anon
return'd
in
hopes
to
surprize
you
together
.
Though
he
has
trusted
me
with
the
secret
,
and
oblig'd
me
to
assist
him
in
it
:
yet
I
would
endeavour
by
this
discovery
to
perswade
you
that
I
am
your
reall
Servant
,
Victoria
.
Postcript
,
Beware
of
Malagene
,
for
he
's
appointed
the
Spy
to
betray
you
.
This
is
generously
done
,
Victoria
,
and
I
'l
study
to
deserve
it
of
Thee
:
Now
if
I
plague
not
this
wife
jealous
Husband
of
mine
,
let
all
Wives
curse
me
,
and
Cuckolds
laugh
at
me
!
Fiddles
!
lead
in
!
Mr.
Caper
and
Mr.
Saunter
pray
wait
on
my
Lady
,
and
entertain
her
a
little
:
I
'l
follow
you
presently
.
L.
Squ
.
Come
Mr.
Caper
,
will
you
walk
?
Cap.
A
Coranto
Madam
?
L.
Squ
.
Ay
ten
thousand
ten
thousand
,
Mr.
Saunter
,
I
would
be
always
near
you
Two
!
Oh
for
a
Grove
now
,
and
a
purling
Brook
with
that
delightful
charming
voice
of
yours
:
Come
!
let
us
walk
and
study
which
way
to
divert
our Selves
.
Cap.
Allons
!
for
Love
and
Pleasure
:
By
these
Hands
—
Saunt
.
By
those
Eyes
—
L.
Squ
.
Oh
no
more
!
no
more
,
I
shall
be
lost
in
happiness
!
Exeunt
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
So
:
this
Consort
of
Fools
shall
be
the
Chorus
to
my
Farce
:
Now
all
the
Malice
,
Ill-nature
,
Falshood
and
Hypocrisie
of
my
Sex
inspire
me
.
Lettice
!
see
Camilla
be
sent
for
instantly
,
she
shall
join
with
me
in
my
Revenge
,
she
has
Reason
;
Mr.
Valentine
I
suppose
will
be
here
with
Mr.
Truman
.
Enter
Mr.
Truman
.
Trum
.
And
think
you
Madam
,
he
durst
not
answer
a
fair
Ladies
Challenge
without
a
Second
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
You
would
pretend
I
'l
warrant
you
to
be
very
stout
.
You
Hectors
in
Love
are
as
arrant
Cheats
as
Hectors
in
fighting
,
that
bluster
,
rant
,
and
make
a
noise
for
the
present
;
but
when
they
come
to
the
Bus'ness
,
prove
errant
Dastards
,
and
good
for
nothing
.
Trum
.
But
Madam
you
should
find
I
dare
do
something
,
would
you
but
be
civil
and
stand
your
ground
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
What
think
you
though
of
a
Cut-throat
Husband
now
behind
the
hangings
?
what
would
become
of
you
then
?
Trum
.
Whilst
I
have
such
Beauty
on
my
side
,
nothing
can
hurt
me
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Then
Sir
prepare
your self
,
Mr.
Goodvil
is
really
jealous
and
mistrusts
all
or
more
then
has
past
between
us
.
His
Journey
out
of
Town
was
but
a
pretence
,
but
we
shall
see
him
instantly
in
expectation
to
catch
us
together
.
Trum
.
Fear
him
not
Madam
,
these
Moles
that
work
under
ground
are
as
blind
as
they
are
busie
:
Let
him
run
on
in
his
dull
Jealousie
,
whilst
we
still
find
new
windings
out
,
and
lose
him
in
the
Maze
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Then
if
you
wish
to
preserve
me
yours
,
join
with
me
to
Day
in
my
design
,
which
is
,
if
possible
,
to
make
him
Mad
,
work
him
up
to
the
height
of
furious
suspicion
,
and
at
that
moment
when
he
thinks
his
jealousie
most
just
,
baffle
him
out
of
it
:
And
let
the
World
know
how
dull
a
Tool
a
Husband
is
,
compar'd
with
that
triumphant
thing
a
Wife
,
and
her
Guardian
Angel
Lover
.
Trum
.
But
Mr.
Goodvil
,
Madam
,
has
Wit
,
and
so
good
an
opinion
of
it
too
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
't
is
that
shall
be
his
ruin
:
were
he
a
Fool
he
were
not
worth
the
trouble
of
deceiving
.
Trum
.
Dear
Jewel
of
my
Soul
,
proceed
then
and
prosper
.
But
what
must
be
my
part
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
To
secure
Malagene
.
That
ill-natur'd
Villain
has
betray'd
us
,
and
is
appointed
by
Goodvil
chief
Instrument
in
the
Discovery
:
He
has
Cowardize
enough
to
sell
his
Soul
to
buy
off
a
Beating
:
He
never
told
truth
enough
to
be
believ'd
once
so
long
as
he
lives
.
Get
him
but
in
your
power
,
and
he
shall
own
more
Villanies
then
ever
were
in
his
Thoughts
to
commit
,
or
the
necessity
of
our
affair
can
invent
to
put
upon
him
.
Trum
.
And
I
'l
be
sure
of
him
,
or
may
I
never
taste
those
lips
again
,
but
be
condemn'd
to
cast
Mistresses
in
the
side-box
at
the
Play-house
,
or
what
is
worse
,
take
up
with
a
Semptress
,
and
drudge
for
Cuffs
and
Crevats
.
Enter
Malagene
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Here
he
comes
!
Trum
.
Oh
Monsieur
Malagene
welcome
!
Mal
.
Jack
Truman
your
humble
Servant
.
Trum
.
Whither
so
fast
I
beseech
you
Sir
!
a
word
with
you
,
a
word
with
you
.
Mal
.
Why
!
can
I
do
any
thing
for
Thee
?
Hast
thou
any
Business
for
me
?
Prithee
what
is
it
?
Trum
.
Sir
!
You
must
lie
for
me
.
Mal
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
.
Is
that
all
?
Trum
.
Nay
Sir
you
must
!
Mal
.
Any
thing
in
a
civil
way
or
so
Jack
!
but
nothing
upon
Compulsion
Lad
!
Prithee
,
let
me
do
nothing
upon
Compulsion
,
prithee
now
!
Trtm.
Then
Sir
to
be
brief
,
this
is
the
Business
!
Goodvil
I
hear
has
been
informed
by
you
of
what
part
in
the
Garden
last
night
,
how
durst
you
be
so
Impudent
as
to
pry
into
my
Secrets
,
where
I
was
concern'd
?
Mal
.
Why
look
you
Jack
,
Curiosity
you
know
!
and
a
natural
Inclination
which
I
have
—
Trum
.
To
Pimping
.
Mal
.
Confound
me
Jack
thou
art
much
in
the
right
:
I
believe
thou
art
a
Witch
.
I
knew
as
well
man
—
Trum
.
What
did
you
know
?
Mal
.
Why
I
knew
thee
to
be
an
arch
Wagg
and
an
honest
Fellow
!
Ah
Rogue
prithee
kiss
me
!
the
Rogue
's
out
of
humour
.
Trum
.
No
Sir
!
I
dare
not
use
you
so
like
a
Friend
,
you
must
deserve
it
better
first
.
Mal
.
Look
you
Jack
,
the
truth
of
the
Business
is
,
I
am
bespoke
:
But
the
Love
I
have
to
see
the
bus'ness
go
forward
,
may
perswade
me
to
much
.
Trum
.
Then
presently
resolve
entirely
to
disown
and
abjure
all
the
Intelligence
you
gave
Goodvil
or
promise
to
your self
that
where
ever
next
I
meet
you
,
I
'l
cut
your
Throat
upon
the
spot
.
Mal
.
But
hark
you
Jack
how
shall
I
come
off
with
the
business
?
I
shall
be
kickt
and
us'd
very
scurvily
:
For
the
truth
is
,
I
did
tell
—
Trum
.
What
did
you
tell
?
Mal
.
Why
I
told
him
you
Knave
.
I
won't
tell
!
you
little
cunning
Curr
,
I
told
him
all
man
!
Trum
.
All
Sir
!
Mal
.
Ay
hang
me
like
a
Dogg
,
all
.
But
Madam
you
must
pardon
me
,
there
was
not
a
word
of
it
true
.
Trum
.
And
what
do
you
think
to
do
with
your self
?
Mal
.
Do
?
why
I
'l
deny
it
all
again
man
,
every
word
of
it
,
as
Impudently
as
ever
I
at
first
affirm'd
it
:
May
be
he
'l
kick
me
,
and
b●at
me
,
and
use
me
like
a
Dog
man
—
That
's
nothing
,
nothing
at
all
,
Man
,
I
do
not
value
it
this
!
Pulls
out
a
Jews
Trump
and
plays
.
Trum
.
And
this
Sir
,
you
'l
stand
to
.
Mal
.
If
I
do
not
,
hang
me
up
for
a
Sign
at
a
Bawdy-house-door
:
in
the
mean
time
I
'l
retire
and
peruse
a
young
Lampoon
,
which
I
am
lately
the
happy
Father
of
.
Trum
.
Nay
Sir
!
you
are
not
to
stir
from
me
!
Enter
Lettice
.
Lettice
.
Oh
Madam
!
shift
for
your self
.
Madam
Victoria
sent
me
to
tell
you
that
my
Master
is
return'd
,
and
that
he
pretends
to
come
as
a
Masquerader
.
Mal
.
Well
!
since
it
must
be
so
,
I
'l
deny
all
indeed
!
what
an
excellent
Fellow
might
I
have
been
?
Some
men
now
with
my
stock
of
honesty
,
and
a
little
more
gravity
,
would
have
made
a
Fortune
.
Well
:
I
have
been
a
lazy
Rogue
;
and
never
knew
till
now
that
I
was
fit
for
Bus'ness
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Mr.
Goodvil
in
Masquerade
say
you
?
Lettice
.
Yes
Madam
,
and
two
Women
with
him
,
Madam
,
they
are
just
now
alighted
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Women
with
him
!
nay
then
he
comes
triumphantly
indeed
.
Mr.
Truman
,
do
you
retire
with
Malagene
.
I
'l
stay
here
and
receive
this
Machiavel
in
disguise
.
Now
,
once
more
let
me
invoke
all
the
Arts
of
affectation
,
all
the
Revenge
,
the
counterfeit
Passions
,
pretended
Love
,
pretended
Jealousie
,
pretended
Rage
,
and
in
sum
the
very
Genius
of
my
Sex
to
my
assistance
.
Enter
Goodvil
and
others
Masqued
.
So
!
here
they
come
:
Now
this
throw
for
all
my
future
Peace
.
Who
waits
there
?
Enter
Servants
.
Goodv.
Madam
!
you
'l
excuse
this
freedome
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
You
oblige
me
by
using
it
:
Let
all
the
Company
know
that
these
Noble
Persons
of
Quality
have
honoured
me
with
their
Presence
:
Let
the
Fiddles
be
ready
,
and
see
the
Banquet
prepar'd
;
and
let
Mr.
Truman
come
to
me
instantly
,
I
cannot
live
a
minute
,
a
moment
without
him
.
Goodv.
Delicate
Devil
!
Mrs.
Goodv.
Sir
!
let
me
beg
your
patience
for
a
moment
,
whilst
I
go
and
put
things
in
Order
fit
for
your
reception
.
Ex.
L.
Goodvile
.
Goodv.
Footmen
!
take
care
that
the
Engines
which
I
have
ordered
be
ready
when
I
call
for
'
em
.
Truman
,
I
see
,
is
a
man
of
punctual
assignation
;
and
my
Wife
is
a
Person
very
adroit
at
these
matters
;
some
hot-brain'd
,
Horn-mad
Cuckold
now
would
be
for
cutting
of
Throats
;
but
I
am
resolved
to
turn
a
Civil
,
Sober
,
discreet
Person
,
and
hate
blood-shed
:
No
:
I
'l
manage
the
matter
so
temperately
that
I
'l
catch
her
in
his
very
Arms
,
then
civilly
Discard
her
,
Bagg
and
Baggage
,
whilst
you
my
dainty
Doxies
take
possession
of
her
Priviledges
,
and
enter
the
Territories
with
Colours
flying
.
1.
Wom
.
And
shall
I
keep
my
Coach
,
Mr.
Goodvile
?
Goodv.
Ay
and
Six
,
my
lovely
Rampant
.
Nay
,
thou
shalt
every
morning
swoop
the
Exchange
in
Triumph
to
see
what
gawdy
Bawble
thou
canst
first
grow
fond
of
:
And
after
Noon
at
the
Theatre
exalted
in
a
Box
,
give
Audience
to
ev'ry
trim
amorous
twiring
Fop
of
the
Corner
,
that
comes
thither
to
make
a
noise
,
hear
no
Play
,
and
show
himself
;
thou
shalt
,
my
Bona
Roba
.
2.
Wom
.
But
Mr.
Goodvile
,
what
shall
I
do
then
?
Goodv.
Oh!
thou
!
Thou
shalt
be
my
more
peculiar
Punk
,
my
Housekeeper
,
my
Necessary
Sin
;
manage
all
th'affairs
of
my
Estate
and
Family
,
Ride
up
and
down
in
my
own
Coach
attended
by
my
own
Footmen
;
Nose
my
Wife
where
ere
you
meet
,
and
if
I
had
any
,
breed
my
Children
.
Oh
what
a
delicious
Life
will
this
be
!
1.
Wom
.
Hear
you
Sir
;
the
Fiddles
?
Fiddles
without
.
Goodv.
Oh
the
Procession's
coming
,
put
on
your
Visors
and
observe
the
Ceremony
.
Enter
Truman
,
Mrs.
Goodvile
,
Caper
,
Saunter
,
L.
Squeamish
,
Camilla
,
with
Fiddles
,
a
Letter
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Mr.
Caper
,
Mr.
Saunter
,
you
are
the
Life
and
Soul
of
all
good
Company
,
command
me
any
thing
,
command
my
House
,
that
,
and
all
freedome
are
yours
.
Cap.
Masques
,
my
Life
,
my
Joy
,
my
Top
of
Happiness
!
Sir
your
humble
Servant
,
by
your
leave
,
Madam
shall
you
and
I
toose
and
tumble
together
in
the
drawing
room
hard
by
for
half
an
hour
or
so
?
Hah
?
Cuts
.
Saunt
.
Fa
toldara
,
toldara
,
&c.
Ah
Madam
what
do
you
wear
a
Masque
for
?
Have
you
never
a
Nose
,
or
but
one
Eye
?
Let
me
see
how
you
are
furnished
?
2.
Wom
.
Sir
,
if
I
want
any
thing
't
is
to
be
doubted
you
cannot
supply
me
.
Goodv.
So
!
sure
,
this
must
come
to
something
anon
!
Mrs.
Goodv.
Ah
were
but
Mr.
Goodvile
here
now
,
what
a
happy
Day
might
this
be
!
But
he
is
Melancholy
and
Forlorn
in
the
Country
,
summoning
in
his
Tenants
and
their
Rents
,
that
shining
Pelf
that
must
support
me
in
my
pleasures
.
Goodv.
Is
he
then
Madam
so
kind
a
Husband
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
Oh
the
most
indulgent
Creature
in
the
World
!
what
Husband
but
He
,
Mr.
Truman
,
would
have
so
seasonably
withdrawn
and
left
me
Mrs.
of
such
Freedome
?
To
spend
my
Days
in
Triumph
as
I
do
,
to
Sacrifice
my Self
,
my
Soul
,
and
all
my
Sense
to
you
,
the
Lord
of
all
my
Joys
,
my
Conqueror
and
Protector
?
Cam
.
Heav'ns
Madam
you
'l
provoke
him
beyond
all
patience
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Who
Mr.
Goodvil
!
which
way
shall
it
reach
his
knowledge
?
no
,
we
'l
be
as
secret
—
Trum
.
As
we
are
happy
.
So
subtily
lay
the
Scene
of
all
our
Joys
,
that
Envy
or
Malice
,
nay
the
very
Husband
himself
and
Malagen●
to
boot
,
well
hired
t●
the
Business
,
shall
ne'r
discover
us
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Oh
discover
us
!
a
Husband
discover
us
!
were
he
indeed
as
jealous
as
he
has
reason
,
I
could
no
more
apprehend
discovery
then
a
kindness
from
him
.
Goodv.
This
impudence
is
so
rank
,
that
I
can
hold
no
longer
.
Say
you
so
Madam
?
He
unmasks
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Oh
a
Ghost
!
a
Ghost
!
save
me
,
save
me
.
Mr.
Truman
,
see
see
Mr.
Goodvil's
Spirit
?
sure
some
base
Villain
has
murder'd
him
,
and
his
angry
Ghost
is
come
to
revenge
it
on
me
.
Goodv.
No
Madam
,
fear
nothing
.
I
am
a
very
harmless
Goblin
,
though
you
are
a
little
shockt
at
the
fight
of
me
.
Cap.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
,
Goodvile
return'd
?
Dear
Frank
!
Saunt
.
Honest
Goodvile
,
thou
seest
dear
Soul
we
are
free
here
in
thy
absence
.
Goodv.
I
see
you
are
Gentlemen
,
and
shall
take
an
opportunity
to
return
the
Favour
.
Footmen
be
ready
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
But
is
it
really
Mr.
Goodvile
then
?
let
me
receive
him
to
my
Armes
;
welcome
ten
thousand
,
thousand
,
thousand
times
.
Dear
Sir
,
how
does
my
Picture
in
the
Gallery
do
?
Goodv.
Oh
Madam
,
it
lookt
so
very
charmingly
,
that
I
had
no
power
to
stay
longer
from
the
Dear
Loving
Originall
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
So
,
now
begins
the
Battle
.
Goodv.
Well
Madam
,
and
for
your
Sett
of
Fools
here
:
to
what
end
and
purpose
have
you
decreed
them
in
this
new
Modell
of
your
Family
?
I
I
hope
you
have
not
design'd
'em
for
your
own
Use
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
Why
Sir
,
methinks
you
should
not
grudge
me
a
Coxcomb
or
two
to
pass
away
the
time
withall
,
since
you
had
taken
your
Dearer
Conversation
from
me
.
Goodv.
No
Madam
,
I
understand
your
Diet
better
:
a
Fool
is
too
squobb
and
tender
a
Bit
for
your
fierce
Appetite
:
you
are
for
a
Substantiall
Dish
,
a
man
of
Heat
and
Honour
,
such
as
Mr.
Truman
I
know
is
,
and
I
doubt
not
will
do
me
reason
.
Trum
.
Ay
Sir
,
when
ever
you
'll
demand
it
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Nay
Sirs
,
no
quarrelling
I
beseech
you
,
what
would
you
be
at
Sir
?
Goodv.
At
rest
Madam
,
like
an
honest
Snail
shrink
up
my
horns
into
my
Shell
,
and
if
possible
hold
a
quiet
possession
of
it
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
I
hope
I
have
done
nothing
that
may
disturb
your
quiet
Sir
.
Goodv.
Nothing
Madam
,
nothing
in
the
least
;
how
is
it
possible
that
any
thing
should
disturbe
me
!
a
Sot
,
a
Beetle
,
a
Droan
of
a
Husband
,
a
meer
Utensil
,
a
Block
for
you
to
fashion
all
your
falsehood
on
,
whilst
I
must
still
be
stupid
,
bear
my
office
and
never
be
disturb'd
,
I.
Mrs.
Goodv.
So
,
now
your
Heart
is
opening
;
and
for
your
ease
I
'll
give
it
a
little
vent
my self
:
you
are
jealous
,
alas
jealous
of
Truman
,
are
you
?
Goodv.
And
I
have
no
reason
Madam
,
though
I
come
and
catch
you
in
his
Arms
,
rowling
and
throwing
your
Wanton
Eyes
like
Fire-balls
at
his
Heart
;
oh
what
an
Indulgent
Creature's
Mr.
Goodvile
!
so
seasonably
to
withdraw
and
leave
you
Mistress
of
such
Freedom
:
To
spend
your
Days
in
Triumph
as
you
do
,
to
sacrifice
your self
,
your
Soul
and
Sense
to
him
;
the
Lord
of
all
your
Joyes
,
your
Conqueror
and
Protector
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
I
am
glad
to
find
my
Plot
so
well
succeed
:
I
knew
of
your
Jealousy
last
night
,
knew
too
your
journey
out
of
Town
was
but
a
pretence
in
hope
to
return
and
surprize
me
with
Truman
.
I
was
inform'd
too
of
your
return
but
now
,
and
your
disguise
I
knew
you
through
it
so
soon
as
I
saw
you
,
and
therefore
I
acted
all
that
Fondness
to
Truman
before
your
face
.
It
was
all
the
revenge
I
had
within
my
power
.
Goodv.
Can
you
deny
your
being
with
Truman
in
the
Garden
last
night
?
were
you
not
there
so
openly
,
that
even
the
broad
Eyes
of
Fools
might
see
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
What
Fool
?
what
Villain
have
you
dares
accuse
me
?
Goodv.
One
,
who
though
he
rarely
told
truth
before
,
will
be
sure
to
do
it
now
;
Malagene
your
Kins-man
,
Malagene
,
a
hopefull
Branch
of
your
own
stock
.
Trum
.
The
Rascall
dares
not
own
it
.
Goodv.
But
he
shall
Sir
,
though
you
protect
him
.
Trum
.
't
was
basely
done
to
set
a
Spy
upon
your
Friend
,
after
the
trick
you
had
plaid
me
with
Victoria
.
Goodv.
Basely
done
!
Trum
.
Yes
,
basely
Sir
.
Goodv.
Death
,
you
lye
Sir
!
why
do
I
trifle
thus
when
I
have
a
Sword
by
my
Side
?
Cap.
Nay
,
look
you
Frank
!
you
had
better
be
patient
.
Here
shall
be
nothing
done
,
therefore
pray
put
up
.
Enter
Valentine
.
Val
.
What
again
quarrelling
?
Goodvile
,
this
must
not
be
,
Truman
is
my
Friend
,
and
if
he
has
done
you
wrong
,
I
'll
engage
,
shall
make
you
satisfaction
.
Saunt
.
Ay
,
ay
,
prithee
man
,
take
some
other
time
and
don
't
quarrell
now
and
spoil
good
Company
.
Goodv.
Death
!
you
dancing
,
talking
,
metled
,
frisking
Rogues
stand
off
!
oh
I
had
forgot
—
Footmen
,
where
are
ye
?
Enter
Footmen
.
Here
,
take
away
these
Butterflies
,
and
do
speedy
execution
upon
'em
as
I
order'd
,
do
it
instantly
.
They
seize
'
em
.
Cap.
Nay
Frank
!
what
's
all
this
for
?
Saunt
.
Nay
Goodvile
,
prithee
,
now
as
I
hope
to
live
.
Enter
Malagene
.
Goodv.
Away
with
'em
—
Ex.
with
Cap.
and
Saunter
.
Now
for
Malagene
—
Oh
,
here
he
comes
Madam
,
who
will
refresh
your
Memory
!
Speak
Sir
,
as
you
tender
Life
and
Limb
,
whom
did
you
see
together
in
the
Garden
last
night
?
Malag
.
Ha!
—
no
body
!
Goodv.
Were
not
Truman
and
my
Wife
there
to
your
knowledge
privately
?
Malag
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
—
Child
!
no
.
Goodv.
Did
you
not
tell
me
that
you
overheard
'em
whispering
in
the
Grotto
together
?
Malag
.
No.
Goodv.
Hell
and
Devils
!
this
fellow
has
been
tamper'd
withall
and
instructed
to
abuse
me
.
This
is
all
Contrivance
,
a
study'd
Scene
to
fool
me
of
my
Reason
.
Enter
Foot-men
.
Here
,
take
him
hence
and
harness
him
with
the
other
two
,
till
he
confess
the
Truth
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
He
shall
not
go
,
touch
him
who
dares
:
must
People
then
be
forc'd
and
tortur'd
to
accuse
me
falsely
?
Ah
Mr.
Goodvile
,
how
have
I
deserv'd
this
at
your
hands
?
let
not
my
good
name
be
ravish'd
from
me
,
if
you
have
resolv'd
to
break
my
Heart
,
kill
me
now
quickly
and
put
me
out
of
pain
.
—
Malag
.
runs
away
.
Goodv.
Nay
Madam
,
here
is
that
shall
yet
convince
—
see
here
a
Letter
from
your
Lover
left
for
you
in
a
private
Corner
,
hear
me
read
it
.
And
if
you
have
modesty
enough
left
,
blush
.
Reads
.
If
Goodvile
goes
out
of
Town
this
morning
,
let
me
know
of
it
that
I
may
wait
on
you
and
tell
you
the
rest
of
my
Heart
.
For
you
do
not
know
how
much
I
love
you
yet
,
Truman
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Death
and
destruction
!
it
was
all
my
own
Contrivance
,
m●dded
with
your
jealousy
,
I
sought
all
ways
to
vex
you
.
I
counterfeited
it
with
my
own
Hand
,
and
left
it
in
a
place
where
you
might
be
sure
to
find
it
.
To
convince
you
farther
.
see
here
a
Caution
sent
me
just
before
by
one
whom
you
have
trusted
and
loved
too
much
for
my
quiet
:
peruse
it
and
when
you
have
done
,
consider
how
you
have
used
me
and
how
I
have
deserv'd
it
,
Oh.
Gives
Victoria's
Letter
.
Goodvile
Reads
.
Journy
out
of
Town
—
is
a
pretence
,
—
return
and
surprize
—
believe
by
this
discovery
—
Your
Servant
Victoria
.
Victoria
,
has
she
betray'd
me
?
nay
then
,
I
pronounce
there
is
no
Trust
nor
Faith
in
the
Sex
.
By
Heav'n
in
every
condition
they
are
all
Jilts
,
all
false
from
the
Bawd
to
the
Babe
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
Now
Sir
,
I
hope
I
may
withdraw
;
from
this
minute
never
expect
I
'll
see
your
Face
again
:
no
,
I
'll
leave
you
to
be
happy
at
your
own
choice
.
Love
where
you
please
,
and
be
as
free
as
if
I
ne'r
had
had
relation
to
you
.
I
shall
take
care
to
trouble
you
no
more
,
but
wish
you
may
be
happier
then
ever
yet
I
made
you
.
Goodv.
Stay
Madam
.
Mrs.
Goodv.
No
Sir
,
I
'll
be
gone
,
I
will
not
stay
a
moment
longer
;
Inhuman
,
Cruel
,
false
Traitor
!
wer
't
thou
now
languishing
on
thy
Knees
,
prostrate
at
my
Feet
,
ready
to
grow
mad
with
thy
own
guilt
,
I
would
not
stop
nor
turn
my
Face
to
save
thee
from
Despair
.
Goodv.
You
shall
.
M●s
.
Goodv.
For
what
?
Goodv.
To
let
the
World
see
how
much
a
Fool
I
can
be
:
art
thou
Innocent
?
Mrs.
Goodv.
By
my
Love
I
am
,
I
never
wrong'd
you
;
but
you
have
undone
me
,
ruin'd
my
Fame
and
Quiet
.
What
Mouth
will
not
be
full
of
my
dishonour
?
Henceforth
let
all
my
Sex
remember
me
when
they
'd
upbraid
Mankind
for
baseness
:
oh
that
I
could
dissemble
longer
with
you
,
that
I
might
to
your
Torment
perswade
you
still
all
your
Jealousies
were
just
,
and
I
as
Infamous
as
you
are
cruel
.
Ex.
in
a
rage
.
Goodv.
Get
thee
in
then
and
talk
to
me
no
more
,
there
's
something
in
thy
Face
will
make
a
Fool
of
me
,
and
there
's
a
Devil
in
this
Business
,
which
yet
I
cannot
discover
.
Truman
,
if
thou
hast
enjoyed
her
,
I
beg
thee
keep
it
close
,
and
if
it
be
possible
let
us
yet
be
friends
.
Trum
.
't
is
not
my
fault
if
we
be
Foes
.
Goodv.
But
now
to
my
Fools
,
bring
'em
forth
and
let
us
see
how
their
new
Equipage
becomes
'
em
.
Oh
Dear
Valentine
!
how
does
the
fair
Camilla
?
Val
.
Faith
Sir
,
she
and
I
have
been
dispatching
a
trifling
affair
this
morning
,
commonly
call'd
Matrimony
.
Goodv.
Marry'd
!
nay
,
then
there
is
some
comfort
yet
,
that
thou
art
fallen
into
the
snare
—
Valentine
!
look
to
her
,
keep
her
as
secret
as
thou
wou'dst
a
Murder
,
had'st
thou
committed
one
:
trust
her
not
with
thy
dearest
Friend
,
She
has
Beauty
enough
to
corrupt
him
.
Enter
Caper
and
Saunter
,
their
Hands
ty'd
behind
'em
,
Fools
Caps
on
their
Heads
.
Caper
with
one
Leg
ty'd
up
,
and
Saunter
Gagg'd
.
See
here
these
Rogues
how
like
themselves
they
look
.
Now
,
you
paultry
Vermin
,
you
Rats
that
run
squeaking
from
House
to
House
,
up
and
down
the
Town
;
that
no
man
can
eat
his
Bread
in
quiet
for
you
.
Take
warning
of
what
you
feel
,
and
come
not
near
these
Doors
again
on
perill
of
hanging
.
Here
,
discharge
them
of
their
punishment
,
and
see
'em
forth
the
Gates
.
Enter
Lady
Squeamish
,
Sir
Noble
,
and
Victoria
.
L.
Squ
.
Oh
Gallants
your
humble
Servant
.
Dear
Mr.
Goodvile
be
pleas'd
to
give
my
Kinsman
Sir
Noble
,
Joy
:
He
has
done
himself
the
Honour
to
marry
your
Cousin
Victoria
,
whom
now
I
must
be
proud
to
call
my
Relation
,
since
she
has
accepted
of
the
Title
of
my
Lady
Clumsey
.
Sir
.
Nob
.
Ay
Sir
,
I
am
Marry'd
,
and
will
be
drunk
again
too
before
Night
as
simply
as
I
stand
here
.
Goodv.
Sir
Noble
marry'd
?
to
Victoria
too
?
nay
then
in
spight
of
Misfortunes
—
This
Day
shall
be
a
Day
of
Jubilee
.
But
first
Good
People
all
that
my
sad
Fortune
see
,
I
beg
you
to
take
warning
here
by
me
;
Marriage
and
hanging
go
by
Destinie
.
Especially
you
gay
Young
marry'd
Blades
,
Beware
and
keep
your
Wives
from
Balls
and
Masquerades
.
Ex.
omnes
.