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BELL. But tell me how you would be adored. I am very tractable.
BELIN. Then know, I would be adored in silence.
BELL. Humph, I thought so, that you might have all the talk to
yourself. You had better let me speak; for if my thoughts fly to
any pitch, I shall make villainous signs.
BELIN. What will you get by that; to make such signs as I won't
understand?
BELL. Ay, but if I'm tongue-tied, I must have all my actions free
to--quicken your apprehension--and I-gad let me tell you, my most
prevailing argument is expressed in dumb show.
SCENE IX.
[To them] MUSIC-MASTER.
ARAM. Oh, I am glad we shall have a song to divert the discourse.
Pray oblige us with the last new song.
SONG.
I.
Thus to a ripe, consenting maid,
Poor, old, repenting Delia said,
Would you long preserve your lover?
Would you still his goddess reign?
Never let him all discover,
Never let him much obtain.
II.
Men will admire, adore and die,
While wishing at your feet they lie:
But admitting their embraces,
Wakes 'em from the golden dream;
Nothing's new besides our faces,
Every woman is the same.
ARAM. So, how de'e like the song, gentlemen?
BELL. Oh, very well performed; but I don't much admire the words.
ARAM. I expected it; there's too much truth in 'em. If Mr. Gavot
will walk with us in the garden, we'll have it once again; you may
like it better at second hearing. You'll bring my cousin.
BELL. Faith, madam, I dare not speak to her, but I'll make signs.
[Addresses Belinda in dumb show.]
BELIN. Oh, foh, your dumb rhetoric is more ridiculous than your
talking impertinence, as an ape is a much more troublesome animal
than a parrot.
ARAM. Ay, cousin, and 'tis a sign the creatures mimic nature well;
for there are few men but do more silly things than they say.
BELL. Well, I find my apishness has paid the ransom for my speech,
and set it at liberty--though, I confess, I could be well enough
pleased to drive on a love-bargain in that silent manner--'twould
save a man a world of lying and swearing at the year's end.
Besides, I have had a little experience, that brings to mind -
When wit and reason both have failed to move;
Kind looks and actions (from success) do prove,
Ev'n silence may be eloquent in love.
ACT III.--SCENE I.
SCENE: The Street.
SILVIA and LUCY.
SILV. Will he not come, then?
LUCY. Yes, yes; come, I warrant him, if you will go in and be
ready to receive him.
SILV. Why did you not tell me? Whom mean you?
LUCY. Whom you should mean, Heartwell.
SILV. Senseless creature, I meant my Vainlove.
LUCY. You may as soon hope to recover your own maiden-head as his
love. Therefore, e'en set your heart at rest, and in the name of
opportunity mind your own business. Strike Heartwell home before
the bait's worn off the hook. Age will come. He nibbled fairly
yesterday, and no doubt will be eager enough to-day to swallow the
temptation.
SILV. Well, since there's no remedy--yet tell me--for I would
know, though to the anguish of my soul, how did he refuse? Tell
me, how did he receive my letter--in anger or in scorn?
LUCY. Neither; but what was ten times worse, with damned senseless
indifference. By this light I could have spit in his face.
Receive it! Why, he received it as I would one of your lovers that
should come empty-handed; as a court lord does his mercer's bill or
a begging dedication--he received it as if 't had been a letter
from his wife.
SILV. What! did he not read it?
LUCY. Hummed it over, gave you his respects, and said he would
take time to peruse it--but then he was in haste.
SILV. Respects, and peruse it! He's gone, and Araminta has
bewitched him from me. Oh, how the name of rival fires my blood.
I could curse 'em both; eternal jealousy attend her love, and
disappointment meet his. Oh that I could revenge the torment he
has caused; methinks I feel the woman strong within me, and
vengeance kindles in the room of love.
LUCY. I have that in my head may make mischief.
SILV. How, dear Lucy?
LUCY. You know Araminta's dissembled coyness has won, and keeps
him hers -
SILV. Could we persuade him that she loves another -
LUCY. No, you're out; could we persuade him that she dotes on him,
himself. Contrive a kind letter as from her, 'twould disgust his
nicety, and take away his stomach.
SILV. Impossible; 'twill never take.
LUCY. Trouble not your head. Let me alone--I will inform myself
of what passed between 'em to-day, and about it straight. Hold,
I'm mistaken, or that's Heartwell, who stands talking at the
corner--'tis he--go get you in, madam, receive him pleasantly,
dress up your face in innocence and smiles, and dissemble the very
want of dissimulation. You know what will take him.
SILV. 'Tis as hard to counterfeit love as it is to conceal it:
but I'll do my weak endeavour, though I fear I have not art.
LUCY. Hang art, madam, and trust to nature for dissembling.
Man was by nature woman's cully made:
We never are but by ourselves betrayed.
SCENE II.
HEARTWELL, VAINLOVE and BELLMOUR following.
BELL. Hist, hist, is not that Heartwell going to Silvia?
VAIN. He's talking to himself, I think; prithee let's try if we
can hear him.
HEART. Why, whither in the devil's name am I agoing now? Hum--let
me think--is not this Silvia's house, the cave of that enchantress,
and which consequently I ought to shun as I would infection? To
enter here is to put on the envenomed shirt, to run into the
embraces of a fever, and in some raving fit, be led to plunge
myself into that more consuming fire, a woman's arms. Ha! well
recollected, I will recover my reason, and be gone.
BELL. Now Venus forbid!
VAIN. Hush -
HEART. Well, why do you not move? Feet, do your office--not one
inch; no, fore Gad I'm caught. There stands my north, and thither
my needle points. Now could I curse myself, yet cannot repent. O
thou delicious, damned, dear, destructive woman! S'death, how the
young fellows will hoot me! I shall be the jest of the town: nay,
in two days I expect to be chronicled in ditty, and sung in woful
ballad, to the tune of the Superannuated Maiden's Comfort, or the
Bachelor's Fall; and upon the third, I shall be hanged in effigy,
pasted up for the exemplary ornament of necessary houses and
cobblers' stalls. Death, I can't think on't--I'll run into the
danger to lose the apprehension.
SCENE III.
BELLMOUR, VAINLOVE.
BELL. A very certain remedy, probatum est. Ha, ha, ha, poor
George, thou art i' th' right, thou hast sold thyself to laughter;
the ill-natured town will find the jest just where thou hast lost
it. Ha, ha, how a' struggled, like an old lawyer between two fees.
VAIN. Or a young wench between pleasure and reputation.
BELL. Or as you did to-day, when half afraid you snatched a kiss
from Araminta.
VAIN. She has made a quarrel on't.
BELL. Pauh, women are only angry at such offences to have the
pleasure of forgiving them.
VAIN. And I love to have the pleasure of making my peace. I
should not esteem a pardon if too easily won.
BELL. Thou dost not know what thou wouldst be at; whether thou
wouldst have her angry or pleased. Couldst thou be content to
marry Araminta?
VAIN. Could you be content to go to heaven?
BELL. Hum, not immediately, in my conscience not heartily. I'd do
a little more good in my generation first, in order to deserve it.
VAIN. Nor I to marry Araminta till I merit her.
BELL. But how the devil dost thou expect to get her if she never
yield?
VAIN. That's true; but I would -
BELL. Marry her without her consent; thou 'rt a riddle beyond
woman -
SCENE IV.
[To them] SETTER.
Trusty Setter, what tidings? How goes the project?
SETTER. As all lewd projects do, sir, where the devil prevents our
endeavours with success.
BELL. A good hearing, Setter.
VAIN. Well, I'll leave you with your engineer.
BELL. And hast thou provided necessaries?
SETTER. All, all, sir; the large sanctified hat, and the little
precise band, with a swinging long spiritual cloak, to cover carnal
knavery--not forgetting the black patch, which Tribulation Spintext
wears, as I'm informed, upon one eye, as a penal mourning for the
ogling offences of his youth; and some say, with that eye he first
discovered the frailty of his wife.
BELL. Well, in this fanatic father's habit will I confess
Laetitia.
SETTER. Rather prepare her for confession, sir, by helping her to
sin.
BELL. Be at your master's lodging in the evening; I shall use the
robes.
SCENE V.
SETTER alone.
SETTER. I shall, sir. I wonder to which of these two gentlemen I
do most properly appertain: the one uses me as his attendant; the
other (being the better acquainted with my parts) employs me as a
pimp; why, that's much the more honourable employment--by all
means. I follow one as my master, the other follows me as his
conductor.
SCENE VI.
[To him] Lucy.
LUCY. There's the hang-dog, his man--I had a power over him in the
reign of my mistress; but he is too true a VALET DE CHAMBRE not to
affect his master's faults, and consequently is revolted from his
allegiance.
SETTER. Undoubtedly 'tis impossible to be a pimp and not a man of
parts. That is without being politic, diligent, secret, wary, and
so forth--and to all this valiant as Hercules--that is, passively
valiant and actively obedient. Ah, Setter, what a treasure is here
lost for want of being known.
LUCY. Here's some villainy afoot; he's so thoughtful. May be I
may discover something in my mask. Worthy sir, a word with you.
[Puts on her mask.]
SETTER. Why, if I were known, I might come to be a great man -
LUCY. Not to interrupt your meditation -
SETTER. And I should not be the first that has procured his
greatness by pimping.
LUCY. Now poverty and the pox light upon thee for a contemplative
pimp.
SETTER. Ha! what art who thus maliciously hast awakened me from my
dream of glory? Speak, thou vile disturber -
LUCY. Of thy most vile cogitations--thou poor, conceited wretch,
how wert thou valuing thyself upon thy master's employment? For
he's the head pimp to Mr. Bellmour.
SETTER. Good words, damsel, or I shall--But how dost thou know my
master or me?
LUCY. Yes; I know both master and man to be -
SETTER. To be men, perhaps; nay, faith, like enough: I often
march in the rear of my master, and enter the breaches which he has
made.
LUCY. Ay, the breach of faith, which he has begun: thou traitor
to thy lawful princess.
SETTER. Why, how now! prithee who art? Lay by that worldly face
and produce your natural vizor.
LUCY. No, sirrah, I'll keep it on to abuse thee and leave thee
without hopes of revenge.
SETTER. Oh! I begin to smoke ye: thou art some forsaken Abigail
we have dallied with heretofore--and art come to tickle thy
imagination with remembrance of iniquity past.
LUCY. No thou pitiful flatterer of thy master's imperfections;
thou maukin made up of the shreds and parings of his superfluous
fopperies.
SETTER. Thou art thy mistress's foul self, composed of her sullied
iniquities and clothing.
LUCY. Hang thee, beggar's cur, thy master is but a mumper in love,
lies canting at the gate; but never dares presume to enter the
house.
SETTER. Thou art the wicket to thy mistress's gate, to be opened
for all comers. In fine thou art the highroad to thy mistress.
LUCY. Beast, filthy toad, I can hold no longer, look and tremble.
[Unmasks.]
SETTER. How, Mrs. Lucy!
LUCY. I wonder thou hast the impudence to look me in the face.
SETTER. Adsbud, who's in fault, mistress of mine? who flung the
first stone? who undervalued my function? and who the devil could
know you by instinct?
LUCY. You could know my office by instinct, and be hanged, which
you have slandered most abominably. It vexes me not what you said
of my person; but that my innocent calling should be exposed and
scandalised--I cannot bear it.
SETTER. Nay, faith, Lucy, I'm sorry, I'll own myself to blame,
though we were both in fault as to our offices--come, I'll make you
any reparation.
LUCY. Swear.
SETTER. I do swear to the utmost of my power.
LUCY. To be brief, then; what is the reason your master did not
appear to-day according to the summons I brought him?
SETTER. To answer you as briefly--he has a cause to be tried in
another court.
LUCY. Come, tell me in plain terms, how forward he is with
Araminta.
SETTER. Too forward to be turned back--though he's a little in
disgrace at present about a kiss which he forced. You and I can
kiss, Lucy, without all that.
LUCY. Stand off--he's a precious jewel.
SETTER. And therefore you'd have him to set in your lady's locket.
LUCY. Where is he now?
SETTER. He'll be in the Piazza presently.
LUCY. Remember to-day's behaviour. Let me see you with a penitent
face.
SETTER. What, no token of amity, Lucy? You and I don't use to
part with dry lips.
LUCY. No, no, avaunt--I'll not be slabbered and kissed now--I'm
not i' th' humour.
SETTER. I'll not quit you so. I'll follow and put you into the
humour.
SCENE VII.
SIR JOSEPH WITTOLL, BLUFFE.
BLUFF. And so, out of your unwonted generosity -
SIR JO. And good-nature, Back; I am good-natured and I can't help
it.
BLUFF. You have given him a note upon Fondlewife for a hundred
pound.
SIR JO. Ay, ay, poor fellow; he ventured fair for't.
BLUFF. You have disobliged me in it--for I have occasion for the
money, and if you would look me in the face again and live, go, and
force him to redeliver you the note. Go, and bring it me hither.
I'll stay here for you.
SIR JO. You may stay until the day of judgment, then, by the Lord
Harry. I know better things than to be run through the guts for a
hundred pounds. Why, I gave that hundred pound for being saved,
and de'e think, an there were no danger, I'll be so ungrateful to
take it from the gentleman again?
BLUFF. Well, go to him from me--tell him, I say, he must refund--
or Bilbo's the world, and slaughter will ensue. If he refuse, tell
him--but whisper that--tell him--I'll pink his soul. But whisper
that softly to him.
SIR JO. So softly that he shall never hear on't, I warrant you.
Why, what a devil's the matter, Bully; are you mad? or de'e think
I'm mad? Agad, for my part, I don't love to be the messenger of
ill news; 'tis an ungrateful office--so tell him yourself.
BLUFF. By these hilts I believe he frightened you into this
composition: I believe you gave it him out of fear, pure, paltry
fear--confess.
SIR JO. No, no, hang't; I was not afraid neither--though I confess
he did in a manner snap me up--yet I can't say that it was
altogether out of fear, but partly to prevent mischief--for he was
a devilish choleric fellow. And if my choler had been up too,
agad, there would have been mischief done, that's flat. And yet I
believe if you had been by, I would as soon have let him a' had a
hundred of my teeth. Adsheart, if he should come just now when I'm
angry, I'd tell him--Mum.
SCENE VIII.
[To them] BELLMOUR, SHARPER.
BELL. Thou 'rt a lucky rogue; there's your benefactor; you ought
to return him thanks now you have received the favour.
SHARP. Sir Joseph! Your note was accepted, and the money paid at
sight. I'm come to return my thanks -
SIR JO. They won't be accepted so readily as the bill, sir.
BELL. I doubt the knight repents, Tom. He looks like the knight
of the sorrowful face.
SHARP. This is a double generosity: do me a kindness and refuse
my thanks. But I hope you are not offended that I offered them.
SIR JO. May be I am, sir, may be I am not, sir, may be I am both,
sir; what then? I hope I may be offended without any offence to
you, sir.
SHARP. Hey day! Captain, what's the matter? You can tell.
BLUFF. Mr. Sharper, the matter is plain: Sir Joseph has found out
your trick, and does not care to be put upon, being a man of
honour.
SHARP. Trick, sir?
SIR JO. Ay, trick, sir, and won't be put upon, sir, being a man of
honour, sir, and so, sir -
SHARP. Harkee, Sir Joseph, a word with ye. In consideration of
some favours lately received, I would not have you draw yourself
into a PREMUNIRE, by trusting to that sign of a man there--that
pot-gun charged with wind.
SIR JO. O Lord, O Lord, Captain, come justify yourself--I'll give
him the lie if you'll stand to it.
SHARP. Nay, then, I'll be beforehand with you, take that, oaf.
[Cuffs him.]
SIR JO. Captain, will you see this? Won't you pink his soul?
BLUFF. Husht, 'tis not so convenient now--I shall find a time.
SHARP. What do you mutter about a time, rascal? You were the
incendiary. There's to put you in mind of your time.--A
memorandum. [Kicks him.]
BLUFF. Oh, this is your time, sir; you had best make use on't.
SHARP. I--Gad and so I will: there's again for you. [Kicks him.]
BLUFF. You are obliging, sir, but this is too public a place to
thank you in. But in your ear, you are to be seen again?
SHARP. Ay, thou inimitable coward, and to be felt--as for example.
[Kicks him.]
BELL. Ha, ha, ha, prithee come away; 'tis scandalous to kick this
puppy unless a man were cold and had no other way to get himself
aheat.
SCENE IX.
SIR JOSEPH, BLUFFE.
BLUFF. Very well--very fine--but 'tis no matter. Is not this
fine, Sir Joseph?
SIR JO. Indifferent, agad, in my opinion, very indifferent. I'd
rather go plain all my life than wear such finery.
BLUFF. Death and hell to be affronted thus! I'll die before I'll
suffer it. [Draws]
SIR JO. O Lord, his anger was not raised before. Nay, dear
Captain, don't be in passion now he's gone. Put up, put up, dear
Back, 'tis your Sir Joseph begs, come let me kiss thee; so, so, put
up, put up.
BLUFF. By heaven, 'tis not to be put up.
SIR JO. What, Bully?
BLUFF. The affront.
SIR JO. No, aged, no more 'tis, for that's put up all already; thy
sword, I mean.
BLUFF. Well, Sir Joseph, at your entreaty--But were not you, my
friend, abused, and cuffed, and kicked? [Putting up his sword.]
SIR JO. Ay, ay, so were you too; no matter, 'tis past.
BLUFF. By the immortal thunder of great guns, 'tis false--he sucks
not vital air who dares affirm it to this face. [Looks big.]
SIR JO. To that face I grant you, Captain. No, no, I grant you--
not to that face, by the Lord Harry. If you had put on your
fighting face before, you had done his business--he durst as soon
have kissed you, as kicked you to your face. But a man can no more
help what's done behind his back than what's said--Come, we'll
think no more of what's past.
BLUFF. I'll call a council of war within to consider of my revenge
to come.
SCENE X.
HEARTWELL, SILVIA. Silvia's apartment.
SONG.
As Amoret and Thyrsis lay
Melting the hours in gentle play,
Joining faces, mingling kisses,
And exchanging harmless blisses:
He trembling cried, with eager haste,
O let me feed as well as taste,
I die, if I'm not wholly blest.
[After the song a dance of antics.]
SILV. Indeed it is very fine. I could look upon 'em all day.
HEART. Well has this prevailed for me, and will you look upon me?
SILV. If you could sing and dance so, I should love to look upon
you too.
HEART. Why, 'twas I sung and danced; I gave music to the voice,
and life to their measures. Look you here, Silvia, [pulling out a
purse and chinking it] here are songs and dances, poetry and music-
-hark! how sweetly one guinea rhymes to another--and how they dance
to the music of their own chink. This buys all t'other--and this
thou shalt have; this, and all that I am worth, for the purchase of
thy love. Say, is it mine then, ha? Speak, Syren--Oons, why do I
look on her! Yet I must. Speak, dear angel, devil, saint, witch;
do not rack me with suspense.
SILV. Nay, don't stare at me so. You make me blush--I cannot
look.
HEART. O manhood, where art thou? What am I come to? A woman's
toy, at these years! Death, a bearded baby for a girl to dandle.
O dotage, dotage! That ever that noble passion, lust, should ebb
to this degree. No reflux of vigorous blood: but milky love
supplies the empty channels; and prompts me to the softness of a
child--a mere infant and would suck. Can you love me, Silvia?
Speak.
SILV. I dare not speak until I believe you, and indeed I'm afraid
to believe you yet.
HEART. Death, how her innocence torments and pleases me! Lying,
child, is indeed the art of love, and men are generally masters in
it: but I'm so newly entered, you cannot distrust me of any skill
in the treacherous mystery. Now, by my soul, I cannot lie, though
it were to serve a friend or gain a mistress.
SILV. Must you lie, then, if you say you love me?
HEART. No, no, dear ignorance, thou beauteous changeling--I tell
thee I do love thee, and tell it for a truth, a naked truth, which
I'm ashamed to discover.
SILV. But love, they say, is a tender thing, that will smooth
frowns, and make calm an angry face; will soften a rugged temper,
and make ill-humoured people good. You look ready to fright one,
and talk as if your passion were not love, but anger.
HEART. 'Tis both; for I am angry with myself when I am pleased
with you. And a pox upon me for loving thee so well--yet I must
on. 'Tis a bearded arrow, and will more easily be thrust forward
than drawn back.
SILV. Indeed, if I were well assured you loved; but how can I be
well assured?
HEART. Take the symptoms--and ask all the tyrants of thy sex if
their fools are not known by this party-coloured livery. I am
melancholic when thou art absent; look like an ass when thou art
present; wake for thee when I should sleep; and even dream of thee
when I am awake; sigh much, drink little, eat less, court solitude,
am grown very entertaining to myself, and (as I am informed) very
troublesome to everybody else. If this be not love, it is madness,
and then it is pardonable. Nay, yet a more certain sign than all
this, I give thee my money.
SILV. Ay, but that is no sign; for they say, gentlemen will give
money to any naughty woman to come to bed to them. O Gemini, I
hope you don't mean so--for I won't be a whore.
HEART. The more is the pity. [Aside.]
SILV. Nay, if you would marry me, you should not come to bed to
me--you have such a beard, and would so prickle one. But do you
intend to marry me?
HEART. That a fool should ask such a malicious question! Death, I
shall be drawn in before I know where I am. However, I find I am
pretty sure of her consent, if I am put to it. [Aside.] Marry
you? No, no, I'll love you.
SILV. Nay, but if you love me, you must marry me. What, don't I
know my father loved my mother and was married to her?
HEART. Ay, ay, in old days people married where they loved; but
that fashion is changed, child.
SILV. Never tell me that; I know it is not changed by myself: for
I love you, and would marry you.
HEART. I'll have my beard shaved, it sha'n't hurt thee, and we'll
go to bed -
SILV. No, no, I'm not such a fool neither, but I can keep myself
honest. Here, I won't keep anything that's yours; I hate you now,
[throws the purse] and I'll never see you again, 'cause you'd have
me be naught. [Going.]
HEART. Damn her, let her go, and a good riddance. Yet so much
tenderness and beauty and honesty together is a jewel. Stay,
Silvia--But then to marry; why, every man plays the fool once in
his life. But to marry is playing the fool all one's life long.
SILV. What did you call me for?
HEART. I'll give thee all I have, and thou shalt live with me in
everything so like my wife, the world shall believe it. Nay, thou
shalt think so thyself--only let me not think so.
SILV. No, I'll die before I'll be your whore--as well as I love
you.
HEART. [Aside.] A woman, and ignorant, may be honest, when 'tis
out of obstinacy and contradiction. But, s'death, it is but a may
be, and upon scurvy terms. Well, farewell then--if I can get out
of sight I may get the better of myself.
SILV. Well--good-bye. [Turns and weeps.]
HEART. Ha! Nay, come, we'll kiss at parting. [Kisses her.] By
heaven, her kiss is sweeter than liberty. I will marry thee.
There, thou hast done't. All my resolves melted in that kiss--one
more.
SILV. But when?
HEART. I'm impatient until it be done; I will not give myself
liberty to think, lest I should cool. I will about a licence
straight--in the evening expect me. One kiss more to confirm me
mad; so.
SILV. Ha, ha, ha, an old fox trapped -
SCENE XI.
[To her] Lucy.
Bless me! you frighted me; I thought he had been come again, and
had heard me.
LUCY. Lord, madam, I met your lover in as much haste as if he had
been going for a midwife.
SILV. He's going for a parson, girl, the forerunner of a midwife,
some nine months hence. Well, I find dissembling to our sex is as
natural as swimming to a negro; we may depend upon our skill to
save us at a plunge, though till then, we never make the
experiment. But how hast thou succeeded?
LUCY. As you would wish--since there is no reclaiming Vainlove. I
have found out a pique she has taken at him, and have framed a
letter that makes her sue for reconciliation first. I know that
will do--walk in and I'll show it you. Come, madam, you're like to
have a happy time on't; both your love and anger satisfied! All
that can charm our sex conspire to please you.
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