Chapter 3

_Enter_ LOVELESS _and_ AMANDA. _Love_. How do you like these lodgings, my dear? For my part, I am so pleased with them, I shall hardly remove whilst we stay here, if you are satisfied. _Aman_. I am satisfied with everything that pleases you, else I had not come to Scarborough at all. _Love_. Oh, a little of the noise and folly of this place will sweeten the pleasures of our retreat; we shall find the charms of our retirement doubled when we return to it. _Aman_. That pleasing prospect will be my chiefest entertainment, whilst, much against my will, I engage in those empty pleasures which 'tis so much the fashion to be fond of. _Love_. I own most of them are, indeed, but empty; yet there are delights of which a private life is destitute, which may divert an honest man, and be a harmless entertainment to a virtuous woman: good music is one; and truly (with some small allowance) the plays, I think, may be esteemed another. _Aman_. Plays, I must confess, have some small charms. What do you think of that you saw last night? _Love_. To say truth, I did not mind it much--my attention was for some time taken off to admire the workmanship of Nature in the face of a young lady who sat at some distance from me, she was so exquisitely handsome. _Aman_. So exquisitely handsome! _Love_. Why do you repeat my words, my dear? _Aman_. Because you seemed to speak them with such pleasure, I thought I might oblige you with their echo. _Love_. Then you are alarmed, Amanda? _Aman_. It is my duty to be so when you are in danger. _Love_. You are too quick in apprehending for me. I viewed her with a world of admiration, but not one glance of love. _Aman_. Take heed of trusting to such nice distinctions. But were your eyes the only things that were inquisitive? Had I been in your place, my tongue, I fancy, had been curious too. I should have asked her where she lived--yet still without design--who was she, pray? _Love_. Indeed I cannot tell. _Aman_. You will not tell. _Love_. Upon my honour, then, I did not ask. _Aman_. Nor do you know what company was with her? _Love_. I do not. But why are you so earnest? _Aman_. I thought I had cause. _Love_. But you thought wrong, Amanda; for turn the case, and let it be your story: should you come home and tell me you had seen a handsome man, should I grow jealous because you had eyes? _Aman_. But should I tell you he was exquisitely so, and that I had gazed on him with admiration, should you not think 'twere possible I might go one step further, and inquire his name? _Love_. [_Aside_.] She has reason on her side; I have talked too much; but I must turn off another way.-- [_Aloud_.] Will you then make no difference, Amanda, between the language of our sex and yours? There is a modesty restrains your tongues, which makes you speak by halves when you commend; but roving flattery gives a loose to ours, which makes us still speak double what we think. _Enter_ SERVANT. _Ser_. Madam, there is a lady at the door in a chair desires to know whether your ladyship sees company; her name is Berinthia. _Aman_. Oh dear! 'tis a relation I have not seen these five years; pray her to walk in.--[_Exit_ SERVANT.] Here's another beauty for you; she was, when I saw her last, reckoned extremely handsome. _Love_. Don't be jealous now; for I shall gaze upon her too. _Enter_ BERINTHIA. Ha! by heavens, the very woman! [_Aside_.] _Ber_. [_Salutes_ AMANDA.] Dear Amanda, I did not expect to meet you in Scarborough. _Aman_. Sweet cousin, I'm overjoyed to see you.--Mr. Loveless, here's a relation and a friend of mine, I desire you'll be better acquainted with. _Love_. [_Salutes_ BERINTHIA.] If my wife never desires a harder thing, madam, her request will be easily granted. _Re-enter_ SERVANT. _Ser_. Sir, my Lord Foppington presents his humble service to you, and desires to know how you do. He's at the next door; and, if it be not inconvenient to you, he'll come and wait upon you. _Love_. Give my compliments to his lordship, and I shall be glad to see him.--[_Exit_ SERVANT.] If you are not acquainted with his lordship, madam, you will be entertained with his character. _Aman_. Now it moves my pity more than my mirth to see a man whom nature has made no fool be so very industrious to pass for an ass. _Love_. No, there you are wrong, Amanda; you should never bestow your pity upon those who take pains for your contempt: pity those whom nature abuses, never those who abuse nature. _Enter_ LORD FOPPINGTON. _Lord Fop_. Dear Loveless, I am your most humble servant. _Love_. My lord, I'm yours. _Lord Fop_. Madam, your ladyship's very obedient slave. _Love_. My lord, this lady is a relation of my wife's. _Lord Fop_. [_Salutes_ BERINTHIA.] The beautifullest race of people upon earth, rat me! Dear Loveless, I am overjoyed that you think of continuing here: I am, stap my vitals!-- [_To_ AMANDA.] For Gad's sake, madam, how has your ladyship been able to subsist thus long, under the fatigue of a country life? _Aman_. My life has been very far from that, my lord; it has been a very quiet one. _Lord Fop_. Why, that's the fatigue I speak of, madam; for 'tis impossible to be quiet without thinking: now thinking is to me the greatest fatigue in the world. _Aman_. Does not your lordship love reading, then? _Lord Fop_. Oh, passionately, madam; but I never think of what I read. For example, madam, my life is a perpetual stream of pleasure, that glides through with such a variety of entertainments, I believe the wisest of our ancestors never had the least conception of any of 'em. I rise, madam, when in town, about twelve o'clock. I don't rise sooner, because it is the worst thing in the world for the complexion: not that I pretend to be a beau; but a man must endeavour to look decent, lest he makes so odious a figure in the side-bax, the ladies should be compelled to turn their eyes upon the play. So at twelve o'clock, I say, I rise. Naw, if I find it is a good day, I resalve to take the exercise of riding; so drink my chocolate, and draw on my boots by two. On my return, I dress; and, after dinner, lounge perhaps to the opera. _Ber_. Your lordship, I suppose, is fond of music? _Lord Fop_. Oh, passionately, on Tuesdays and Saturdays; for then there is always the best company, and one is not expected to undergo the fatigue of listening. _Aman_. Does your lordship think that the case at the opera? _Lord Fop_. Most certainly, madam. There is my Lady Tattle, my Lady Prate, my Lady Titter, my Lady Sneer, my Lady Giggle, and my Lady Grin--these have boxes in the front, and while any favourite air is singing, are the prettiest company in the waurld, stap my vitals!--Mayn't we hope for the honour to see you added to our society, madam? _Aman_. Alas! my lord, I am the worst company in the world at a concert, I'm so apt to attend to the music. _Lord Fop_. Why, madam, that is very pardonable in the country or at church, but a monstrous inattention in a polite assembly. But I am afraid I tire the company? _Love_. Not at all. Pray go on. _Lord Fop_. Why then, ladies, there only remains to add, that I generally conclude the evening at one or other of the clubs; nat that I ever play deep; indeed I have been for some time tied up from losing above five thousand paunds at a sitting. _Love_. But isn't your lordship sometimes obliged to attend the weighty affairs of the nation? _Lord Fop_. Sir, as to weighty affairs, I leave them to weighty heads; I never intend mine shall be a burden to my body. _Ber._ Nay, my lord, but you are a pillar of the state. _Lord Fop_. An ornamental pillar, madam; for sooner than undergo any part of the fatigue, rat me, but the whole building should fall plump to the ground! _Aman_. But, my lord, a fine gentleman spends a great deal of his time in his intrigues; you have given us no account of them yet. _Lord Fop._ [_Aside_.] So! she would inquire into my amours--that's jealousy, poor soul!--I see she's in love with me.--[_Aloud_.] O Lord, madam, I had like to have forgot a secret I must need tell your ladyship.--Ned, you must not be so jealous now as to listen. _Love._ [_Leading_ BERINTHIA _up the stage_.] Not I, my lord; I am too fashionable a husband to pry into the secrets of my wife. _Lord Fop._ [_Aside to_ AMANDA _squeezing her hand_.] I am in love with you to desperation, strike me speechless! _Aman._ [_Strikes him on the ear_.] Then thus I return your passion.--An impudent fool! _Lord Fop_. God's curse, madam, I am a peer of the realm! _Love_. [_Hastily returning_.] Hey! what the devil, do you affront my wife, sir? Nay, then-- [_Draws. They fight._] _Aman_. What has my folly done?--Help! murder! help! Part them for Heaven's sake. _Lord Fop_. [_Falls back and leans on his sword._] Ah! quite through the body, stap my vitals! _Enter_ SERVANTS. _Love_. [_Runs to_ LORD FOPPINGTON.] I hope I ha'nt killed the fool, however. Bear him up.--Call a surgeon there. _Lord Fop_. Ay, pray make haste. [_Exit_ SERVANT. _Love_. This mischief you may thank yourself for. _Lord Fop_. I may say so; love's the devil indeed, Ned. _Re-enter_ SERVANT, _with_ PROBE. _Ser_. Here's Mr. Probe, sir, was just going by the door. _Lord Fop_. He's the welcomest man alive. _Probe_. Stand by, stand by, stand by; pray, gentlemen, stand by. Lord have mercy upon us, did you never see a man run through the body before?--Pray stand by. _Lord Fop_. Ah, Mr. Probe, I'm a dead man. _Probe_. A dead man, and I by! I should laugh to see that, egad. _Love_. Pr'ythee don't stand prating, but look upon his wound. _Probe_. Why, what if I don't look upon his wound this hour, sir? _Love_. Why, then he'll bleed to death, sir. _Probe_. Why, then I'll fetch him to life again, sir. _Love_. 'Slife! he's run through the body, I tell thee. _Probe_. I wish he was run through the heart, and I should get the more credit by his cure. Now I hope you are satisfied? Come, now let me come at him--now let me come at him.-- [_Viewing his wound._] Oops I what a gash is here! why, sir, a man may drive a coach and six horses into your body. _Lord Fop_. Oh! _Probe_. Why, what the devil have you run the gentleman through with--a scythe?--[_Aside_.] A little scratch between the skin and the ribs, that's all. _Love_. Let me see his wound. _Probe_. Then you shall dress it, sir; for if anybody looks upon it I won't. _Love_. Why, thou art the veriest coxcomb I ever saw! _Probe_. Sir, I am not master of my trade for nothing. _Lord Fop_. Surgeon! _Probe_. Sir. _Lord Fop_. Are there any hopes? _Probe_. Hopes! I can't tell. What are you willing to give for a cure? _Lord Fop_. Five hundred paunds with pleasure. _Probe_. Why then perhaps there may be hopes; but we must avoid further delay.--Here, help the gentleman into a chair, and carry him to my house presently--that's the properest place-- [_Aside_.] to bubble him out of his money.--[_Aloud_.] Come, a chair--a chair quickly--there, in with him. [SERVANTS _put_ LORD FOPPINGTON _into a chair_.] _Lord Fop_. Dear Loveless, adieu; if I die, I forgive thee; and if I live, I hope thou wilt do as much by me. I am sorry you and I should quarrel, but I hope here's an end on't; for if you are satisfied, I am. _Love_. I shall hardly think it worth my prosecuting any further, so you may be at rest, sir. _Lord Fop_. Thou art a generous fellow, strike me dumb! --[_Aside_.] But thou hast an impertinent wife, stap my vitals! _Probe_. So--carry him off!--carry him off!--We shall have him into a fever by-and-by.--Carry him off! [_Exit with_ LORD FOPPINGTON.] Enter COLONEL TOWNLY. _Col. Town_. So, so, I am glad to find you all alive.--I met a wounded peer carrying off. For heaven's sake what was the matter? _Love_. Oh, a trifle! he would have made love to my wife before my face, so she obliged him with a box o' the ear, and I ran him through the body, that was all. _Col. Town_. Bagatelle on all sides. But pray, madam, how long has this noble lord been an humble servant of yours? _Aman_. This is the first I have heard on't--so I suppose, 'tis his quality more than his love has brought him into this adventure. He thinks his title an authentic passport to every woman's heart below the degree of a peeress. _Col. Town_. He's coxcomb enough to think anything: but I would not have you brought into trouble for him. I hope there's no danger of his life? _Love_. None at all. He's fallen into the hands of a roguish surgeon, who, I perceive, designs to frighten a little money out of him: but I saw his wound--'tis nothing: he may go to the ball to-night if he pleases. _Col. Town_. I am glad you have corrected him without further mischief, or you might have deprived me of the pleasure of executing a plot against his lordship, which I have been contriving with an old acquaintance of yours. _Love_. Explain. _Col. Town_. His brother, Tom Fashion, is come down here, and we have it in contemplation to save him the trouble of his intended wedding: but we want your assistance. Tom would have called but he is preparing for his enterprise, so I promised to bring you to him--so, sir, if these ladies can spare you-- _Love_. I'll go with you with all my heart.--[_Aside_.] Though I could wish, methinks, to stay and gaze a little longer on that creature. Good gods! how engaging she is!--but what have I to do with beauty? I have already had my portion, and must not covet more. _Aman_. Mr. Loveless, pray one word with you before you go. [_Exit_ COLONEL TOWNLY. _Love_. What would my dear? _Aman_. Only a woman's foolish question: how do you like my cousin here? _Love_. Jealous already, Amanda? _Aman_. Not at all: I ask you for another reason. _Love_. [_Aside_.] Whate'er her reason be, I must not tell her true.--[_Aloud_.] Why, I confess, she's handsome: but you must not think I slight your kinswoman, if I own to you, of all the women who may claim that character, she is the last that would triumph in my heart. _Aman_. I'm satisfied. _Love_. Now tell me why you asked? _Aman_. At night I will--adieu! _Love_. I'm yours. [_Kisses her and exit_.] _Aman_. I'm glad to find he does not like her, for I have a great mind to persuade her to come and live with me. [_Aside_.] _Ber_. So! I find my colonel continues in his airs; there must be something more at the bottom of this than the provocation he pretends from me. [_Aside_.] _Aman_. For Heaven's sake, Berinthia, tell me what way I shall take to persuade you to come and live with me. _Ber_. Why, one way in the world there is, and but one. _Aman_. And pray what is that? _Ber_. It is to assure me--I shall be very welcome. _Aman_. If that be all, you shall e'en sleep here to-night. _Ber_. To-night. _Aman_. Yes, to-night. _Ber_. Why, the people where I lodge will think me mad. _Aman_. Let 'em think what they please. _Ber_. Say you so, Amanda? Why, then, they shall think what they please: for I'm a young widow, and I care not what anybody thinks.--Ah, Amanda, it's a delicious thing to be a young widow! _Aman_. You'll hardly make me think so. _Ber_. Poh! because you are in love with your husband. _Aman_. Pray, 'tis with a world of innocence I would inquire whether you think those we call women of reputation do really escape all other men as they do those shadows of beaux. _Ber_. Oh no, Amanda; there are a sort of men make dreadful work amongst 'em, men that may be called the beau's antipathy, for they agree in nothing but walking upon two legs. These have brains, the beau has none. These are in love with their mistress, the beau with himself. They take care of their reputation, the beau is industrious to destroy it. They are decent, he's a fop; in short, they are men, he's an ass. _Aman_. If this be their character, I fancy we had here, e'en now, a pattern of 'em both. _Ber_. His lordship and Colonel Townly? _Aman_. The same. _Ber_. As for the lord, he is eminently so; and for the other, I can assure you there's not a man in town who has a better interest with the women that are worth having an interest with. _Aman_. He answers the opinion I had ever of him. [_Takes her hand_.] I must acquaint you with a secret--'tis not that fool alone has talked to me of love; Townly has been tampering too. _Ber_. [_Aside_.] So, so! here the mystery comes out!-- [_Aloud_.] Colonel Townly! impossible, my dear! _Aman_. 'Tis true indeed; though he has done it in vain; nor do I think that all the merit of mankind combined could shake the tender love I bear my husband; yet I will own to you, Berinthia, I did not start at his addresses, as when they came from one whom I contemned. _Ber. [Aside_.] Oh, this is better and better!-- [_Aloud_.] Well said, Innocence! and you really think, my dear, that nothing could abate your constancy and attachment to your husband? _Aman_. Nothing, I am convinced. _Ber_. What, if you found he loved another woman better? _Aman_. Well! _Ber_. Well!--why, were I that thing they call a slighted wife, somebody should run the risk of being that thing they call--a husband. Don't I talk madly? _Aman_. Madly indeed! _Ber_. Yet I'm very innocent. _Aman_. That I dare swear you are. I know how to make allowances for your humour: but you resolve then never to marry again? _Ber_. Oh no! I resolve I will. _Aman_. How so? _Ber_. That I never may. _Aman_. You banter me. _Ber_. Indeed I don't: but I consider I'm a woman, and form my resolutions accordingly. _Aman_. Well, my opinion is, form what resolutions you will, matrimony will be the end on't. _Ber_. I doubt it--but a--Heavens! I have business at home, and am half an hour too late. _Aman_. As you are to return with me, I'll just give some orders, and walk with you. _Ber_. Well, make haste, and we'll finish this subject as we go--[_Exit_ AMANDA.]. Ah, poor Amanda! you have led a country life. Well, this discovery is lucky! Base Townly! at once false to me and treacherous to his friend!--And my innocent and demure cousin too! I have it in my power to be revenged on her, however. Her husband, if I have any skill in countenance, would be as happy in my smiles as Townly can hope to be in hers. I'll make the experiment, come what will on't. The woman who can forgive the being robbed of a favoured lover, must be either an idiot or a wanton. [_Exit_.]