Category: Humour
The Inconstant
_Dug._ No more! We have rid a swinging pace from Nemours, since two this morning! Petit, run to Rousseau's, and bespeak a dinner, at a Lewis d'or a head, to be ready by one.
Chapters
1. SCENE I.
_Dug._ No more! We have rid a swinging pace from Nemours, since two this morning! Petit, run to Rousseau's, and bespeak a dinner, at a Lewis d'or a head, to be ready by one.
2. SCENE II._Y. Mir._ Welcome to Paris once more, my dear Captain; we have eat heartily, drank roundly, paid plentifully, and let it go for once. I liked every thing but our women; they loo...
3. SCENE I._Bis._ Um!--before that any young, lying, swearing, flattering, rakehelly fellow, should play such tricks with me--O, the devil take all your Cassandras and Cleopatras for me.--...
4. SCENE I._Old Mir._ Your father is your very humble slave--I tell thee what, child, thou art a very pretty fellow, and I love thee heartily; and a very great villain, and I hate thee mor...
5. SCENE I._Dur._ Here, where are ye all?--O, Mr. Mirabel! you have done fine things for your posterity--And you, Mr. Dugard, may come to answer this--I come to demand my friend at your ha...
6. SCENE II._Bis._ A well-contrived mortification, truly, that makes a woman look ten times handsomer than she did before!--Ay, my dear, were there any religion in becoming dress, our sex's...
7. SCENE III._Dur._ [Reads.] _My rudeness was only a proof of your humour, which I have found so agreeable, that I own myself penitent, and willing to make any reparation upon your first app...
8. SCENE I._Y. Mir._ I liked the company;--the lady, the rich beauty, in the front box, had my attention: These impudent poets bring the ladies together to support them, and to kill every...
9. SCENE II._Lam._ To convince me, sir, that your service was something more than good breeding, please to lay out an hour of your company upon my desire, as you have already upon my necess...
10. SCENE III._Dur._ My friend has forsaken me, I have abandoned my mistress, my time lies heavy upon my hands, and my money burns in my pocket--But now I think on't, my myrmidons are upon du...
11. ACT IV. SCENE III_Bis._ Stir if you dare; I have still spirits to attend me, and can raise such a muster of fairies, as shall punish you to death.--Come, sir, stand there now, and ogle me: [_He...
12. SCENE IV._Y. Mir._ Bloody hell-hounds! I overheard you:--Was not I two hours ago, the happy, gay, rejoicing Mirabel? How did I plume my hopes in a fair, coming prospect, of a long scene...