LORD FROTH. Oh yes, sometimes; but I never laugh.
MEL. No?
LORD FROTH. Oh no; never laugh indeed, sir.
CARE. No! why, what d"ye go there for?
LORD FROTH. To distinguish myself from the commonalty and mortify the poets; the fellows grow so conceited, when any of their foolish wit prevails upon the side-boxes. I swear,--he, he, he, I have often constrained my inclinations to laugh,--he, he, he, to avoid giving them encouragement.
MEL. You are cruel to yourself, my lord, as well as malicious to them.
LORD FROTH. I confess I did myself some violence at first, but now I think I have conquered it.
BRISK. Let me perish, my lord, but there is something very particular in the humour; "tis true it makes against wit, and I"m sorry for some friends of mine that write; but, i"gad, I love to be malicious. Nay, deuce take me, there"s wit in"t, too. And wit must be foiled by wit; cut a diamond with a diamond, no other way, i"gad.
LORD FROTH. Oh, I thought you would not be long before you found out the wit.
CARE. Wit! In what? Where the devil"s the wit in not laughing when a man has a mind to"t?
BRISK. O Lord, why can"t you find it out? Why, there "tis, in the not laughing. Don"t you apprehend me? My lord, Careless is a very honest fellow, but harkee, you understand me, somewhat heavy, a little shallow, or so. Why, I"ll tell you now, suppose now you come up to me--nay, prithee, Careless, be instructed. Suppose, as I was saying, you come up to me holding your sides, and laughing as if you would--well--I look grave, and ask the cause of this immoderate mirth. You laugh on still, and are not able to tell me, still I look grave, not so much as smile.
CARE. Smile, no, what the devil should you smile at, when you suppose I can"t tell you!
BRISK. Pshaw, pshaw, prithee don"t interrupt me. But I tell you, you shall tell me at last, but it shall be a great while first.
CARE. Well, but prithee don"t let it be a great while, because I long to have it over.
BRISK. Well then, you tell me some good jest or some very witty thing, laughing all the while as if you were ready to die, and I hear it, and look thus. Would not you be disappointed?
CARE. No; for if it were a witty thing I should not expect you to understand it.
LORD FROTH. Oh, foy, Mr. Careless, all the world allows Mr. Brisk to have wit; my wife says he has a great deal. I hope you think her a judge.
BRISK. Pooh, my lord, his voice goes for nothing; I can"t tell how to make him apprehend. Take it t"other way. Suppose I say a witty thing to you?
CARE. Then I shall be disappointed indeed.
MEL. Let him alone, Brisk, he is obstinately bent not to be instructed.
BRISK. I"m sorry for him, the deuce take me.
MEL. Shall we go to the ladies, my lord?
LORD FROTH. With all my heart; methinks we are a solitude without "em.
MEL. Or what say you to another bottle of champagne?
LORD FROTH. Oh, for the universe not a drop more, I beseech you. Oh, intemperate! I have a flushing in my face already. [_Takes out a pocket- gla.s.s and looks in it_.]
BRISK. Let me see, let me see, my lord, I broke my gla.s.s that was in the lid of my snuff-box. Hum! Deuce take me, I have encouraged a pimple here too. [_Takes the gla.s.s and looks_.]
LORD FROTH. Then you must mortify him with a patch; my wife shall supply you. Come, gentlemen, _allons_, here is company coming.
SCENE VI.
LADY TOUCHWOOD _and_ MASKWELL.
LADY TOUCH. I"ll hear no more. You are false and ungrateful; come, I know you false.
MASK. I have been frail, I confess, madam, for your ladyship"s service.
LADY TOUCH. That I should trust a man whom I had known betray his friend!
MASK. What friend have I betrayed? or to whom?
LADY TOUCH. Your fond friend Mellefont, and to me; can you deny it?
MASK. I do not.
LADY TOUCH. Have you not wronged my lord, who has been a father to you in your wants, and given you being? Have you not wronged him in the highest manner, in his bed?
MASK. With your ladyship"s help, and for your service, as I told you before. I can"t deny that neither. Anything more, madam?
LADY TOUCH. More! Audacious villain! Oh, what"s more, is most my shame. Have you not dishonoured me?
MASK. No, that I deny; for I never told in all my life: so that accusation"s answered; on to the next.
LADY TOUCH. Death, do you dally with my pa.s.sion? Insolent devil! But have a care,--provoke me not; for, by the eternal fire, you shall not "scape my vengeance. Calm villain! How unconcerned he stands, confessing treachery and ingrat.i.tude! Is there a vice more black? Oh, I have excuses thousands for my faults; fire in my temper, pa.s.sions in my soul, apt to ev"ry provocation, oppressed at once with love, and with despair. But a sedate, a thinking villain, whose black blood runs temperately bad, what excuse can clear?
MASK. Will you be in temper, madam? I would not talk not to be heard. I have been [_she walks about disordered_] a very great rogue for your sake, and you reproach me with it; I am ready to be a rogue still, to do you service; and you are flinging conscience and honour in my face, to rebate my inclinations. How am I to behave myself? You know I am your creature, my life and fortune in your power; to disoblige you brings me certain ruin. Allow it I would betray you, I would not be a traitor to myself: I don"t pretend to honesty, because you know I am a rascal; but I would convince you from the necessity of my being firm to you.
LADY TOUCH. Necessity, impudence! Can no grat.i.tude incline you, no obligations touch you? Have not my fortune and my person been subjected to your pleasure? Were you not in the nature of a servant, and have not I in effect made you lord of all, of me, and of my lord? Where is that humble love, the languishing, that adoration, which once was paid me, and everlastingly engaged?
MASK. Fixt, rooted in my heart, whence nothing can remove "em, yet you--
LADY TOUCH. Yet, what yet?
MASK. Nay, misconceive me not, madam, when I say I have had a gen"rous and a faithful pa.s.sion, which you had never favoured, but through revenge and policy.
LADY TOUCH. Ha!
MASK. Look you, madam, we are alone,--pray contain yourself and hear me.
You know you loved your nephew when I first sighed for you; I quickly found it: an argument that I loved, for with that art you veiled your pa.s.sion "twas imperceptible to all but jealous eyes. This discovery made me bold; I confess it; for by it I thought you in my power. Your nephew"s scorn of you added to my hopes; I watched the occasion, and took you, just repulsed by him, warm at once with love and indignation; your disposition, my arguments, and happy opportunity accomplished my design; I pressed the yielding minute, and was blest. How I have loved you since, words have not shown, then how should words express?
LADY TOUCH. Well, mollifying devil! And have I not met your love with forward fire?