|
||||||||
Lady Town. My brother! quickly, Mr. Smirk, into this closet; you must not be seen yet. [He goes into the closet. Enter O O. Bell. Desire Mr. Fourbes to walk into the lower parlour, I will be with him presently. [To Y Y. Bell. About a business. O. Bell. Are you so good at business? Adod, I have a business too you shall despatch out of hand, sir. Send for a parson, sister; my Lady Woodvil and her daughter are coming. Lady Town. What need you huddle up things thus! O. Bell. Out a pise! youth is apt to play the fool, and tis not good it should be in their power. Lady Town. You need not fear your son. O. Bell. Hes been idling this morning, and, adod, I do not like him. [To E Emil. You are very severe, sir; married in such haste. O. Bell. Go to, thourt a rogue, and I will talk with thee anon. Heres my Lady Woodvil come. Enter Lady W Lady Wood. Let us down, and make an end then. O. Bell. Sister, show the way. [To Y Med. I luckily came for that purpose, sir. [Exeunt O Busy. What will you do, madam? Har. Be carried back and mewed up in the country again, run away here, anything rather than be married to a man I do not care forDear Emilia, do thou advise me. Emil. Mr. Bellair is engaged you know. Har. I do; but know not what the fear of losing an estate may fright him to. Emil. In the desperate condition you are in you should consult with some judicious man; what think you of Mr. Dorimant? Har. I do not think of him at all. Busy. She thinks of nothing else, I am sure. Emil. How found your mother was of Mr. Courtage! |
||||||||
|
||||||||
|
||||||||
Copyright: All texts on Bibliomania are © Bibliomania.com Ltd, and may not be reproduced in any form without our written permission. See our FAQ for more details. | ||||||||