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LYDIA
[Softening.] 'Tis your own doing, sir--I, I, I suppose you are
perfectly satisfied.
ABSOLUTE
O, most certainly--sure, now, this is much better than being in
love!--ha! ha! ha!--there's some spirit in this!--What signifies
breaking some scores of solemn promises:--all that's of no consequence,
you know. To be sure people will say, that miss don't know her own
mind--but never mind that! Or, perhaps, they may be ill-natured enough
to hint, that the gentleman grew tired of the lady and forsook her--but
don't let that fret you.
LYDIA
There is no bearing his insolence. [Bursts into tears.]
[Re-enter Mrs. MALAPROP and Sir ANTHONY ABSOLUTE.]
Mrs. MALAPROP
Come, we must interrupt your billing and cooing awhile.
LYDIA
This is worse than your treachery and deceit, you base ingrate!
[Sobbing.]
Sir ANTHONY
What the devil's the matter now?--Zounds! Mrs. Malaprop, this is the
oddest billing and cooing I ever heard!--but what the deuce is the
meaning of it?--I am quite astonished!
ABSOLUTE
Ask the lady, sir.
Mrs. MALAPROP
O mercy!--I'm quite analyzed, for my part!--Why, Lydia, what is the
reason of this?
LYDIA
Ask the gentleman, ma'am.
Sir ANTHONY
Zounds! I shall be in a frenzy!--Why, Jack, you are not come out to be
any one else, are you?
Mrs. MALAPROP
Ay, sir, there's no more trick, is there?--you are not like Cerberus,
three gentlemen at once, are you?
ABSOLUTE
You'll not let me speak--I say the lady can account for this much much
better than I can.
LYDIA
Ma'am, you once commanded me never to think of Beverley again--there is
the man--I now obey you: for, from this moment, I renounce him for
ever. [Exit.]
Mrs. MALAPROP
O mercy! and miracles! what a turn here is--why, sure, captain, you
haven't behaved disrespectfully to my niece.
Sir ANTHONY
Ha! ha! ha!--ha! ha! ha!--now I see it. Ha! ha! ha!--now I see it--you
have been too lively, Jack.
ABSOLUTE
Nay, sir, upon my word----
Sir ANTHONY
Come, no lying, Jack--I'm sure 'twas so.
Mrs. MALAPROP
O Lud! Sir Anthony!--O fy, captain!
ABSOLUTE
Upon my soul, ma'am----
Sir ANTHONY
Come, no excuses, Jack; why, your father, you rogue, was so before
you:--the blood of the Absolutes was always impatient.--Ha! ha! ha!
poor little Lydia! why, you've frightened her, you dog, you have.
ABSOLUTE
By all that's good, sir----
Sir ANTHONY
Zounds! say no more, I tell you--Mrs. Malaprop shall make your peace.
You must make his peace, Mrs. Malaprop:--you must tell her 'tis Jack's
way--tell her 'tis all our ways--it runs in the blood of our family!
Come away, Jack--Ha! ha! ha!--Mrs. Malaprop--a young villain! [Pushing
him out.]
Mrs. MALAPROP
O! Sir Anthony!--O fy, captain!
[Exeunt severally.]
[Enter Sir LUCIUS O'TRIGGER.]