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Sir Oliv. Then he has been just half a year on the stool of repenance!Poor Peter! But you say he has entirely given up Charles never sees him, hey? Row. His prejudice against him is astonishing, and I am sure greatly increased by a jealousy of him with Lady Teazle, which he has industriously been led into by a scandalous society in the neighbourhood, who have contributed not a little to Charless ill name. Whereas the truth is, I believe, if the lady is partial to either of them, his brother is the favourite. Sir Oliv. Ay, I know there are a set of malicious, prating, prudent gossips, both male and female, who murder characters to kill time, and will rob a young fellow of his good name before he has years to know the value of it. But I am not to be prejudiced against my nephew by such, I promise you! No, no: if Charles has done nothing false or mean, I shall compound for his extravagance. Row. Then, my life ont, you will reclaim him. Ah, sir, it gives me new life to find that your heart is not turned against him, and that the son of my good old master has one friend, however, left. Sir Oliv. What! shall I forget, Master Rowley, when I was at his years myself? Egad, my brother and I were neither of us very prudent youths; and yet, I believe, you have not seen many better men than your old master was? Row. Sir, tis this reflection gives me assurance that Charles may yet be a credit to his family. But here comes Sir Peter. Sir Oliv. Egad, so he does! Mercy on me, hes greatly altered, and seems to have a settled married look! One may read husband in his face at this distance! Enter Sir Peter Teazle. Sir Pet. Ha! Sir Olivermy old friend! Welcome to England a thousand times! Sir Oliv. Thank you, thank you, Sir Peter! and ifaith I am glad to find you well, believe me! Sir Pet. Oh! tis a long time since we metfifteen years, I doubt, Sir Oliver, and many a cross accident in the time. Sir Oliv. Ay, I have had my share. But, what! I find you are married, hey, my old boy? Well, well, it cant be helped; and soI wish you joy with all my heart! Sir Pet. Thank you, thank you, Sir Oliver.Yes, I have entered intothe happy state; but well not talk of that now. Sir Oliv. True, true, Sir Peter; old friends should not begin on grievances at first meeting. No, no, no. Row. [Aside to Sir Oliver.] Take care, pray, sir. Sir Oliv. Well, so one of my nephews is a wild rogue, hey? Sir Pet. Wild! Ah! my old friend, I grieve for your disappointment there; hes a lost young man, indeed. However, his brother will make you amends; Joseph is, indeed, what a youth should beeverybody in the world speaks well of him. Sir Oliv. I am sorry to hear it; he has too good a character to be an honest fellow. Everybody speaks well of him! Psha! then he has bowed as low to knaves and fools as to the honest dignity of genius and virtue. Sir Pet. What, Sir Oliver! do you blame him for not making enemies? |
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