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Lady T. Oh, yes I have forsworn it.

Lady G. Seriously?

Lady T. Solemnly, a thousand times; but then one is constantly fors worn.

Lady G. And how can you answer that?

Lady T. My Dear, what we say when we are losers, we look upon to be no more binding than a lover's oath, or a great man's promise. But I beg pardon, child: Í should not lead you so far into the world! you are a prude and design to live soberly.

Lady G. Why, I confess my nature and my education do in a good degree confine me that way.

Lady T. Well, how a woman of spirit (for you don't want that, child) can dream of living soberly, is to me inconceivable; for you will marry, I suppose.

Lady G. I can't tell but I may.

Lady T. And won't you live in town?

Lady G. Half the year I should like it very well. Lady T. My stars! And you would really live in London half the year, to be sober in it!

Lady G. Why not?

Lady T. Why can't you as well go and be sober in the country ?

Lady G. So I would-t'other half year.

Lady T. And pray, what comfortable scheme of life would you form now for your summer and winter suber entertainments ?

Lady G. A scheme that I think might very well con

tent ns.

Lady T. Oh, of all things, let's hear it.

Lady G.. Why, in summer I could pass my leisure hours in riding, in reading, walking by a canal, or sitting at the end of it under a great tree; in dressing, dining, chatting with an agreeable friend; perhaps hearing a little music, taking a dish of tea, or a game at cards-soberly; managing my family, looking into its accounts, playing with my children, if I had any; or in a thousand other innocent amusements-soberly ; and possibly, by these means, I might indace my husband to be as sober as myself.

Lady T. Well, my dear, thou art an astonishing crea

ture! For sure such primitive antediluvian notions of Jife have not been in any head these thousand years.Under a great tree! ha! ha! ha!But I beg we may have the sober town scheme too-for I am charmed with the country one.

Lady G. You shall; and I'll try to stick to my sobriety there too.

Lady T. Well, though I am sure it will give me the vapors, I must hear it.

Lady G. Why, then, for fear of your fainting, madam, I will first so far come into the fashion, that I would never be dressed out of it-but still it should be soberly; for I can't think it any disgrace to a woman of my private fortune not to wear her lace as fine as the wedding suit of a first dutchess; though there is one extravagance I would venture to come up to.

Lady T. Ay, now for it

Lady G. I would every day be as clean as a bride. Lady T. Why, the men say that's a great step to be made one. -Well, now you are drest, pray let's see to what purpose.

Lady G. I would visit-that is, my real friends;— but as little for form as possible.-I would go to court; sometimes to an assembly, nay, play at quadrille-soberly. I would see all the good plays; and because 'tis the fashion, now and then go to an opera; but I would not expire there-for fear I should never go again. And lastly, I can't say, but for curiosity, if I liked my com pany, I might be drawn in once to a masquerade ;-and this, I think, is as far as any woman can go-soberly.

Lady T. Well, if it had not been for that last piece of sobriety, I was just a going to call for some surfeit water.

Lady G. Why, don't you think, with the farther aid of breakfasting, dining, taking the air, supping, sleeping, (not to say a word of devotion) the four and twenty hours might roll over in a tolerable manner?

Lady T. Tolerable? Deplorable; Why, child, all is but to endure life; now, I want―to enyou propose joy it.

III.-Priuli and Juffier.-VENICE PRESERVED.

Pri. No more! I'll hear no more! Begone, and leave me.

Jaff. Not hear me? By my sufferings, but you shall! My lord, my lord! I'm not that abject wretch

You think me. Patience! Where's the distance throws
Me back so far, but I may boldly speak

In right, though proud oppression will not hear me ?
Pri. Have you not wrong'd me?
Jaff. Could my nature e'er

Have brook'd injustice, or the doing wrong,
I need not now thus low have bent myself,
To gain a hearing from a cruel father.
Wroug'd you ?

Pri. Yes, wrong'd me. In the nicest point,
The honor of my house, you've done me wrong,
When you first came home from travel,
With such hopes as made you look'd on,
By all men's eyes, a youth of expectation,
Pleas'd with your seeming virtue, I received you
Courted and sought to raise you to your merits!
My house, my table, nay, my fortune too,
My very self was yours; you might have us'd me
To your best service; like an open friend
I treated, trusted you, and thought you mine :
When, in equality of my best endeavors
You treacherously practis'd to undo me;
Seduc'd the weakness of my age's darling,
My only child, and stole her from my bosom.
Jaff. Tis to me you owe her;
Childless you had been else, and in the grave
Your name extinet; no more Priuli heard of.
You may remember, scarce five years are past,
Since, in your brigantine, you sail'd to see
The Adriatic wedded by our duke ;.
And I was with you. Your unskilful pilot
Dash'd us upon a rock; when to your boat
You made for safety; enter'd first yourself:
The affrighted Belvidera, following next,
As she stood trembling on the vessel's side,

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