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ACT III.--SCENE I.
NURSE alone.
NURSE. Miss, Miss, Miss Prue! Mercy on me, marry and amen. Why, what's become of the child? Why Miss, Miss Foresight! Sure she has locked herself up in her chamber, and gone to sleep, or to prayers: Miss, Miss,--I hear her.--Come to your father, child; open the door.
Open the door, Miss. I hear you cry husht. O Lord, who's there?
[peeps] What's here to do? O the Father! A man with her! Why, miss, I say; G.o.d's my life, here's fine doings towards--O Lord, we're all undone. O you young harlotry [knocks]. Od's my life, won't you open the door? I'll come in the back way.
SCENE II.
TATTLE, MISS PRUE.
MISS. O Lord, she's coming, and she'll tell my father; what shall I do now?
TATT. Pox take her; if she had stayed two minutes longer, I should have wished for her coming.
MISS. O dear, what shall I say? Tell me, Mr Tattle, tell me a lie.
TATT. There's no occasion for a lie; I could never tell a lie to no purpose. But since we have done nothing, we must say nothing, I think. I hear her,--I'll leave you together, and come off as you can. [Thrusts her in, and shuts the door.]
SCENE III.
TATTLE, VALENTINE, SCANDAL, ANGELICA.
ANG. You can't accuse me of inconstancy; I never told you that I loved you.
VAL. But I can accuse you of uncertainty, for not telling me whether you did or not.
ANG. You mistake indifference for uncertainty; I never had concern enough to ask myself the question.
SCAN. Nor good-nature enough to answer him that did ask you; I'll say that for you, madam.
ANG. What, are you setting up for good-nature?
SCAN. Only for the affectation of it, as the women do for ill- nature.
ANG. Persuade your friend that it is all affectation.
SCAN. I shall receive no benefit from the opinion; for I know no effectual difference between continued affectation and reality.
TATT. [coming up]. Scandal, are you in private discourse?
Anything of secrecy? [Aside to SCANDAL.]
SCAN. Yes, but I dare trust you; we were talking of Angelica's love to Valentine. You won't speak of it.
TATT. No, no, not a syllable. I know that's a secret, for it's whispered everywhere.
SCAN. Ha, ha, ha!
ANG. What is, Mr Tattle? I heard you say something was whispered everywhere.
SCAN. Your love of Valentine.
ANG. How!
TATT. No, madam, his love for your ladys.h.i.+p. Gad take me, I beg your pardon,--for I never heard a word of your ladys.h.i.+p's pa.s.sion till this instant.
ANG. My pa.s.sion! And who told you of my pa.s.sion, pray sir?
SCAN. Why, is the devil in you? Did not I tell it you for a secret?
TATT. Gadso; but I thought she might have been trusted with her own affairs.
SCAN. Is that your discretion? Trust a woman with herself?
TATT. You say true, I beg your pardon. I'll bring all off. It was impossible, madam, for me to imagine that a person of your ladys.h.i.+p's wit and gallantry could have so long received the pa.s.sionate addresses of the accomplished Valentine, and yet remain insensible; therefore you will pardon me, if, from a just weight of his merit, with your ladys.h.i.+p's good judgment, I formed the balance of a reciprocal affection.
VAL. O the devil, what d.a.m.ned costive poet has given thee this lesson of fustian to get by rote?
ANG. I dare swear you wrong him, it is his own. And Mr Tattle only judges of the success of others, from the effects of his own merit.
For certainly Mr Tattle was never denied anything in his life.
TATT. O Lord! Yes, indeed, madam, several times.
ANG. I swear I don't think 'tis possible.
TATT. Yes, I vow and swear I have; Lord, madam, I'm the most unfortunate man in the world, and the most cruelly used by the ladies.
ANG. Nay, now you're ungrateful.
TATT. No, I hope not, 'tis as much ingrat.i.tude to own some favours as to conceal others.
VAL. There, now it's out.
ANG. I don't understand you now. I thought you had never asked anything but what a lady might modestly grant, and you confess.
SCAN. So faith, your business is done here; now you may go brag somewhere else.
TATT. Brag! O heavens! Why, did I name anybody?
ANG. No; I suppose that is not in your power; but you would if you could, no doubt on't.