Volume Ii Part 67 (2/2)
_Fop_. I have provided Portmantles to carry off the Treasure.
_Dres_. I perceive you are resolv'd to make a thorow-st.i.tcht Robbery on't.
_Fop_. Faith, if it lie in our way, Sir, we had as good venture a Caper under the Triple-Tree for one as well as t'other.
_Wild_. We must consider on't. 'Tis now just struck eleven; within this Hour is the dear a.s.signation with _Galliard_.
_Dres_. What, whether our Affairs be finish'd or not?
_Wild_. 'Tis but at next Door; I shall return time enough for that trivial Business.
_Dres_. A trivial Business of some six thousand pound a year?
_Wild_. Trivial to a Woman, _Frank_: no more; do you make as if you went to bed.--Laboir, do you feign to be drunk, and lie on the Hall-table: and when I give the sign, let me softly in.
_Dres_. Death, Sir, will you venture at such a time?
_Wild_. My Life and future Hope--I am resolv'd.
Let Politicians plot, let Rogues go on In the old beaten Path of Forty one; Let City Knaves delight in Mutiny, The Rabble bow to old Presbytery; Let petty States be to confusion hurl'd, Give me but Woman, I'll despise the World.
[_Exeunt_.
ACT IV.
SCENE I. _A Dressing-Room_.
_Lady_ Galliard _is discover'd in an undress at her Table, Gla.s.s and Toilette_, Closet _attending: As soon as the Scene draws off she rises from the Table as disturbed and out of Humour_.
L. _Gal_. Come, leave your everlasting Chamber-maid's Chat, your dull Road of Slandering by rote, and lay that Paint aside. Thou art fuller of false News, than an unlicens'd Mercury.
_Clos_. I have good Proof, Madam, of what I say.
L. _Gal_. Proof of a thing impossible!--Away.
_Clos_. Is it a thing so impossible, Madam, that a Man of Mr. _Wilding's_ Parts and Person should get a City-Heiress? Such a bonne Mien, and such a pleasant Wit!
L. _Gal_. Hold thy fluent Tattle, thou hast Tongue Enough to talk an Oyster-Woman deaf: I say it cannot be.
--What means the panting of my troubled Heart!
Oh, my presaging Fears! shou'd what she says prove true, How wretched and how lost a thing am I! [_Aside_.
_Clos_. Your Honour may say your Pleasure; but I hope I have not liv'd to these Years to be impertinent--No, Madam, I am none of those that run up and down the Town a Story-hunting, and a Lye-catching, and--
L. _Gal_. Eternal Rattle, peace-- Mrs. _Charlot Gett-all_ go away with _Wilding_!
A Man of _Wilding's_ extravagant Life Get a Fortune in the City!
Thou mightst as well have told me, a Holder-forth were married to a Nun: There are not two such Contraries in Nature, 'Tis flam, 'tis foolery, 'tis most impossible.
_Clos_. I beg your Ladys.h.i.+p's Pardon, if my Discourse offend you; but all the World knows Mrs. Clacket to be a person--
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