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SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER.
Hast. My heart, how can I support this ! To be
so near happiness, and such happiness.
Marl. ( To TONY.) You see now, young gentle
man, the effects of your folly. What might be
amusement to you, is here disappointment, and
even distress.
Tony. (From a reverie.) Ecod, I have hit it.
It ' s here. Your hands. Yours and yours, my
poor sulky. My boots there, ho ! Meet me two
hours hence at the bottom of the garden ; and if
you don ' t find Tony Lumpkin a more good-natured
fellow than you thought for, I ' ll give you leave to
take my best horse, and Bet Bouncer into the
bargain. Come along. My boots, ho ! [Exeunt.
ACT V.
Scene continues.
Enter HASTINGS and SERVANT.
Hast. You saw the old lady and Miss Neville
drive off, you say ?
Serv. Yes, your honour ; they went off in a post-
coach, and the young ' squire went on horseback.
They ' re thirty miles off by this time.
Hast. Then all my hopes are over.
Serv. Yes, sir. Old Sir Charles is arrived. He
and the old gentleman of the house have been
laughing at Mr. Marlow ' s mistake this half-hour.
They are coming this way.
Hast. Then I must not be seen. So, now to my
fruitless appointment, at the bottom of the garden.
This is about the time. [Exit.
Enter SIR CHARLES and HARDCASTLE.
Hard. Ha ! ha ! ha ! The peremptory tone in
which he sent forth his sublime commands !
Sir Charles. And the reserve with which I sup
pose he treated all your advances !
Hard. And yet he might have seen something
in me above a common inn-keeper too.
Sir Charles. Yes, Dick, but he mistook you for
an uncommon inkeeper, ha ! ha ! ha !
Hard. Well, I ' m in too good spirits to think of
any thing but joy. Yes, my dear friend, this union
of our families will make our personal finendships
Hereditary ; and though my daughter ' s fortune is
but small
Sir Charles. Why, Dick, will you talk of fortune
to me ? My son is possessed of more than a com
petence already, and can want nothing but a good
and virtuous girl to share his happiness and increase
it. If they like each other, as you say they do
Hard. If, man ! I tell you they do like each
other. My daughter as good as told me so.
Sir Charles. But girls are apt to flatter them
selves, you know.
Hard. I saw him grasp her hand in the warmest
manner myself; and here he comes to put you out
of your ifs, I warrant him.
Enter MARLOW.
Marl. I come, sir, once more, to ask pardon for
my strange conduct. I can scarce reflect on my
insolence without confusion.
Hard. Tut, boy, a trifle. You take it too gravely.
An hour or two ' s laughing with my daughter will
set all to rights again. She ' ll never like you the
worse for it.
Marl. Sir, I shall be always proud of her appro
bation.
Hard. Approbation is but a cold word, Mr.
Marlow : if I am not deceived, you have some-
tiring more than approbation thereabouts. You
take me.
Marl. Really, sir, I have not that happiness.
Hard. Come boy, I ' m an old fellow, and know
what ' s what, as well as you that are younger. 1
know what has passed between you ; but mum.
Marl. Sure, sir, nothing has passed between us,
but the most profound respect on my side, and the
most distant reserve on hers. You don ' t think,
sir, that my impudence has been passed upon all the
rest of the family ?
Hard. Impudence ! No, I don ' t say that Not
quite impudence Though girls like to be played
with, and rumpled a little too sometimes. But she
has told no tales I assure you.
Marl. I never gave her the slightest cause.
Hard. Well, well, I like modesty in its place
well enough. But this is over-acting, young gentle
man. You may be open. Your father and I will
like you the better for it.
Marl. May I die sir, if I ever
Hard. 1 tell you, she don ' t ' dislike you ; and as
I ' m sure you like her
Marl. Dear sir I protest, sir
Hard. I see no reason why you should not be
joined as fast as the parson can tie you.
Marl. But hear me, sir
Hard. Your father approves the match, I admire
it, every moment ' s delay will be doing mischief,
Marl. But why won ' t you hear me? By all
that ' s just and true, I never gave Miss Hardcastle
the slightest mark of my attachment, or even the
most distant hint to suspect me of affection. We
had but one interview, and that was formal, modest,
and uninteresting.
Hard. (Aside.) This fellow ' s formal modest im
pudence is beyond bearing.
Sir Charles. And you never grasped her hand_
or made any protestations ?
Marl. As Heaven is my witness, I came down
in obedience to your commands. I saw the lady
without emotion, and parted without reluctance.
I hope you ' ll exact no further proofs of my duty,
nor prevent me from leaving a house in which I
suffer so many mortifications. [Exit.
Sir Charles. I ' m astonished at the air of sin
cerity with which he parted.
Hard. And I ' m astonished at the deliberate in
trepidity of his assurance.
Sir Charles. I dare pledge my life and honour
upon his truth.
Hard. Here comes my daughter, and I would
stake my happiness upon her veracity.
Enter Miss HARDCASTLE.
Hard. Kate, come hither, child. Answer us sin
cerely, and without reserve : has Mr. Marlow made
you any professions of love and affection ?
Miss Hard. The question is very abrupt, sir !
But since you require unreserved sincerity, I think
he has.
Hard. (To SIR CHARLES.) You see.
Sir Charles. And pray, madam, have you and
my son had more than one interview ?
Miss Hard. Yes, sir, several.
Hard. ( To SIR CHARLES.) You see.
Sir Charks. But did he profess any attachment!
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