red-hot roses! pig-nuts! hasty-pudding and ambrosia!
JENNY. What means this freedom? you insulting wretch. [_Strikes him._]
JONATHAN. Are you affronted?
JENNY. Affronted! with what looks shall I express my anger?
JONATHAN. Looks! why as to the matter of looks, you look as cross as a witch.
JENNY. Have you no feeling for the delicacy of my s.e.x?
JONATHAN. Feeling! Gor, I--I feel the delicacy of your s.e.x pretty smartly [_Rubbing his cheek._], though, I vow, I thought when you city ladies courted and married, and all that, you put feeling out of the question. But I want to know whether you are really affronted, or only pretend to be so? "Cause, if you are certainly right down affronted, I am at the end of my tether; Jessamy didn"t tell me what to say to you.
JENNY. Pretend to be affronted!
JONATHAN. Aye, aye, if you only pretend, you shall hear how I"ll go to work to make cherubim consequences. [_Runs up to her._]
JENNY. Begone, you brute!
JONATHAN. That looks like mad; but I won"t lose my speech. My dearest Jenny--your name is Jenny, I think?--My dearest Jenny, though I have the highest esteem for the sweet favours you have just now granted me--Gor, that"s a fib, though; but Jessamy says it is not wicked to tell lies to the women. [_Aside._] I say, though I have the highest esteem for the favours you have just now granted me, yet you will consider that, as soon as the dissolvable knot is tied, they will no longer be favours, but only matters of duty and matters of course.
JENNY. Marry you! you audacious monster! get out of my sight, or, rather, let me fly from you. [_Exit hastily._
JONATHAN. Gor! she"s gone off in a swinging pa.s.sion, before I had time to think of consequences. If this is the way with your city ladies, give me the twenty acres of rock, the bible, the cow, and Tabitha, and a little peaceable bundling.
SCENE II. _The Mall._
_Enter MANLY._
It must be so, Montague! and it is not all the tribe of Mandevilles that shall convince me that a nation, to become great, must first become dissipated. Luxury is surely the bane of a nation: Luxury! which enervates both soul and body, by opening a thousand new sources of enjoyment, opens, also, a thousand new sources of contention and want: Luxury! which renders a people weak at home, and accessible to bribery, corruption, and force from abroad. When the Grecian states knew no other tools than the axe and the saw, the Grecians were a great, a free, and a happy people. The kings of Greece devoted their lives to the service of their country, and her senators knew no other superiority over their fellow-citizens than a glorious pre-eminence in danger and virtue. They exhibited to the world a n.o.ble spectacle,--a number of independent states united by a similarity of language, sentiment, manners, common interest, and common consent, in one grand mutual league of protection.
And, thus united, long might they have continued the cherishers of arts and sciences, the protectors of the oppressed, the scourge of tyrants, and the safe asylum of liberty. But when foreign gold, and still more pernicious, foreign luxury had crept among them, they sapped the vitals of their virtue. The virtues of their ancestors were only found in their writings. Envy and suspicion, the vices of little minds, possessed them.
The various states engendered jealousies of each other; and, more unfortunately, growing jealous of their great federal council, the Amphictyons, they forgot that their common safety had existed, and would exist, in giving them an honourable extensive prerogative. The common good was lost in the pursuit of private interest; and that people who, by uniting, might have stood against the world in arms, by dividing, crumbled into ruin;--their name is now only known in the page of the historian, and what they once were is all we have left to admire. Oh!
that America! Oh! that my country, would, in this her day, learn the things which belong to her peace!
_Enter DIMPLE._
DIMPLE. You are Colonel Manly, I presume?
MANLY. At your service, sir.
DIMPLE. My name is Dimple, sir. I have the honour to be a lodger in the same house with you, and, hearing you were in the Mall, came hither to take the liberty of joining you.
MANLY. You are very obliging, sir.
DIMPLE. As I understand you are a stranger here, sir, I have taken the liberty to introduce myself to your acquaintance, as possibly I may have it in my power to point out some things in this city worthy your notice.
MANLY. An attention to strangers is worthy a liberal mind, and must ever be gratefully received. But to a soldier, who has no fixed abode, such attentions are particularly pleasing.
DIMPLE. Sir, there is no character so respectable as that of a soldier.
And, indeed, when we reflect how much we owe to those brave men who have suffered so much in the service of their country, and secured to us those inestimable blessings that we now enjoy, our liberty and independence, they demand every attention which grat.i.tude can pay. For my own part, I never meet an officer, but I embrace him as my friend, nor a private in distress, but I insensibly extend my charity to him.--I have hit the b.u.mkin off very tolerably. [_Aside._
MANLY. Give me your hand, sir! I do not proffer this hand to everybody; but you steal into my heart. I hope I am as insensible to flattery as most men; but I declare (it may be my weak side) that I never hear the name of soldier mentioned with respect, but I experience a thrill of pleasure which I never feel on any other occasion.
DIMPLE. Will you give me leave, my dear Colonel, to confer an obligation on myself, by shewing you some civilities during your stay here, and giving a similar opportunity to some of my friends?
MANLY. Sir, I thank you; but I believe my stay in this city will be very short.
DIMPLE. I can introduce you to some men of excellent sense, in whose company you will esteem yourself happy; and, by way of amus.e.m.e.nt, to some fine girls, who will listen to your soft things with pleasure.
MANLY. Sir, I should be proud of the honour of being acquainted with those gentlemen;--but, as for the ladies, I don"t understand you.
DIMPLE. Why, sir, I need not tell you, that when a young gentleman is alone with a young lady he must say some soft things to her fair cheek--indeed, the lady will expect it. To be sure, there is not much pleasure when a man of the world and a finished coquette meet, who perfectly know each other; but how delicious is it to excite the emotions of joy, hope, expectation, and delight in the bosom of a lovely girl who believes every t.i.ttle of what you say to be serious!
MANLY. Serious, sir! In my opinion, the man who, under pretensions of marriage, can plant thorns in the bosom of an innocent, unsuspecting girl is more detestable than a common robber, in the same proportion as private violence is more despicable than open force, and money of less value than happiness.
DIMPLE. How he awes me by the superiority of his sentiments. [_Aside._]
As you say, sir, a gentlemen should be cautious how he mentions marriage.
MANLY. Cautious, sir! [No person more approves of an intercourse between the s.e.xes than I do. Female conversation softens our manners, whilst our discourse, from the superiority of our literary advantages, improves their minds. But, in our young country, where there is no such thing as gallantry, when a gentleman speaks of love to a lady, whether he mentions marriage or not, she ought to conclude either that he meant to insult her or that his intentions are the most serious and honourable.]
How mean, how cruel, is it, by a thousand tender a.s.siduities, to win the affections of an amiable girl, and, though you leave her virtue unspotted, to betray her into the appearance of so many tender partialities, that every man of delicacy would suppress his inclination towards her, by supposing her heart engaged! Can any man, for the trivial gratification of his leisure-hours, affect the happiness of a whole life! His not having spoken of marriage may add to his perfidy, but can be no excuse for his conduct.
DIMPLE. Sir, I admire your sentiments;--they are mine. The light observations that fell from me were only a principle of the tongue; they came not from the heart; my practice has ever disapproved these principles.
MANLY. I believe you, sir. I should with reluctance suppose that those pernicious sentiments could find admittance into the heart of a gentleman.
DIMPLE. I am now, sir, going to visit a family, where, if you please, I will have the honour of introducing you. Mr. Manly"s ward, Miss Let.i.tia, is a young lady of immense fortune; and his niece, Miss Charlotte Manly, is a young lady of great sprightliness and beauty.
MANLY. That gentleman, sir, is my uncle, and Miss Manly my sister.
DIMPLE. The devil she is! [_Aside._] Miss Manly your sister, sir? I rejoice to hear it, and feel a double pleasure in being known to you.--Plague on him! I wish he was at Boston again, with all my soul.
[_Aside._]
MANLY. Come, sir, will you go?
DIMPLE. I will follow you in a moment, sir. [_Exit MANLY._]
Plague on it! this is unlucky. A fighting brother is a cursed appendage to a fine girl. Egad! I just stopped in time; had he not discovered himself, in two minutes more I should have told him how well I was with his sister. Indeed, I cannot see the satisfaction of an intrigue, if one can"t have the pleasure of communicating it to our friends. [_Exit._
_End of the Third Act._
ACT IV.
SCENE. I. _CHARLOTTE"S Apartment._
_CHARLOTTE leading in MARIA._