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Mrs. Can. Well, I will never join in ridiculing a friend; and so I constantly tell my cousin Ogle, and you all know what pretensions she has to be critical on beauty. Crab. Oh, to be sure! she has herself the oddest countenance that ever was seen; tis a collection of features from all the different countries of the globe. Sir Ben. So she has, indeedan Irish front Crab. Caledonian locks Sir Ben. Dutch nose Crab. Austrian lips Sir Ben. Complexion of a Spaniard Crab. And teeth à la Chinoise Sir Ben. In short, her face resembles a table dhôte at Spawhere no two guests are of a nation Crab. Or a congress at the close of a general warwherein all the members, even to her eyes, appear to have a different interest, and her nose and chin are the only parties likely to join issue. Mrs. Can. Ha! ha! ha! Sir Pet. Mercy on my life!a person they dine with twice a week! [Aside. Mrs. Can. Nay, but I vow you shall not carry the laugh off so for give me leave to say, that Mrs. Ogle Sir Pet. Madam, madam, I beg your pardontheres no stopping these good gentlemens tongues. But when I tell you, Mrs Candour, that the lady they are abusing is a particular friend of mine, I hope youll not take her part. Lady Sneer. Ha! ha! ha! well said, Sir Peter! but you are a cruel creaturetoo phlegmatic yourself for a jest, and too peevish to allow wit in others. Sir Pet. Ah, madam, true wit is more nearly allied to good-nature than your ladyship is aware of. Lady Teaz. True, Sir Peter: I believe they are so near akin that they can never be united. Sir Ben. Or rather, suppose them man and wife, because one seldom sees them together. Lady Teaz. But Sir Peter is such an enemy to scandal, I believe he would have it put down by parliament. Sir Pet. Fore heaven, madam, if they were to consider the sporting with reputation of as much importance as poaching on manors, and pass an act for the preservation of fame, as well as game, I believe many would thank them for the bill. Lady Sneer. O Lud! Sir Peter; would you deprive us of our privileges? Sir Pet. Ay, madam; and then no person should be permitted to kill characters and run down reputations, but qualified old maids and disappointed widows. Lady Sneer. Go, you monster! |
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