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_Lady Teaz._ What, would you restrain the freedom of speech?
_Sir Pet._ Ah! they have made you just as bad as any one of the society.
_Lady Teaz._ Why, I believe I do bear a part with a tolerable grace.
_Sir Pet._ Grace, indeed!
_Lady Teaz._ But I vow I bear no malice against the people I abuse; when I say an ill-natured thing, 'tis out of pure good humor; and I take it for granted they deal exactly in the same manner with me. But, Sir Peter, you know you promised to come to Lady Sneerwell's too.
_Sir Pet._ Well, well, I'll call in, just to look after my own character.
_Lady Teaz._ Then, indeed, you must make haste after me, or you'll be too late. So good-bye to ye. [_Exit._
_Sir Pet._ So--I have gained much by my intended expostulation! Yet with what a charming air she contradicts everything I say; and how pleasantly she shows her contempt for my authority! Well, though I can't make her love me; there is great satisfaction in quarrelling with her; and I think she never appears to such advantage as when she is doing everything in her power to plague me. [_Exit_.
SCENE.--_A room in_ LADY SNEERWELL'S _House._
LADY SNEERWELL, MRS. CANDOUR, CRABTREE, SIR BENJAMIN BACKBITE, _and_ JOSEPH SURFACE, _discovered_.
_Enter_ LADY TEAZLE _and_ MARIA.
_Lady Sneer._ Lady Teazle, I hope we shall see Sir Peter?
_Lady Teaz._ I believe he'll wait on your ladys.h.i.+p presently.
_Lady Sneer._ Maria, my love, you look grave. Come, you shall sit down to piquet with Mr. Surface.
_Mar._ I take very little pleasure in cards--however, I'll do as your ladys.h.i.+p pleases.
_Mrs. Can._ Now I'll die; but you are so scandalous, I'll forswear your society.
_Lady Teaz._ What's the matter, Mrs. Candour?
_Mrs. Can._ They'll not allow our friend Miss Vermillion to be handsome.
_Lady Sneer._ Oh, surely she is a pretty woman.
_Crab._ I am very glad you think so, ma'am.
_Mrs. Can._ She has a charming fresh color.
_Lady Teaz._ Yes, when it is fresh put on.
_Mrs. Can._ Oh, fie! Her color is natural: I have seen it come and go!
_Lady Teaz._ I dare say you have, ma'am: it goes off at night, and comes again in the morning.
_Sir Ben._ True, ma'am, it not only comes and goes; but, what's more, her maid can fetch and carry it!
_Mrs. Can._ Ha! ha! ha! how I hate to hear you talk so! But surely now, her sister is, or was, very handsome.
_Crab._ Who? Mrs. Evergreen? Oh! she's six-and-fifty if she's an hour!
_Mrs. Can._ Now positively you wrong her; fifty-two or fifty-three is the utmost--and I don't think she looks more.
_Sir Ben._ Ah! there's no judging by her looks, unless one could see her face.
_Lady Sneer._ Well, well, if Mrs. Evergreen does take some pains to repair the ravages of time, you must allow she effects it with great ingenuity; and surely that's better than the careless manner in which the widow Ochre caulks her wrinkles.
_Sir Ben._ Nay, now, Lady Sneerwell, you are severe upon the widow.
Come, come, 'tis not that she paints so ill--but, when she has finished her face, she joins it on so badly to her neck, that she looks like a mended statue, in which the connoisseur may see at once that the head is modern, though the trunk's antique.
_Crab._ Ha! ha! ha! Well said, nephew!
_Mrs. Can._ Ha! ha! ha! Well, you make me laugh; but I vow I hate you for it. What do you think of Miss Simper?
_Sir Ben._ Why, she has very pretty teeth.
_Lady Teaz._ Yes, and on that account, when she is neither speaking nor laughing (which very seldom happens), she never absolutely shuts her mouth, but leaves it always on a-jar, as it were--thus.
[_Shows her teeth._
_Mrs. Can._ How can you be so ill-natured?
_Lady Teaz._ Nay, I allow even that's better than the pains Mrs. Prim takes to conceal her losses in front. She draws her mouth till it positively resembles the aperture of a poor's-box, and all her words appear to slide out edgewise as it were--thus: _How do you do, madam?
Yes, madam._ [_Mimics._
_Lady Sneer._ Very well, Lady Teazle; I see you can be a little severe.
_Lady Teaz._ In defence of a friend it is but justice. But here comes Sir Peter to spoil our pleasantry.
_Enter_ SIR PETER TEAZLE.
_Sir Pet._ Ladies, your most obedient.--[_Aside,_] Mercy on me, here is the whole set! a character dead at every word, I suppose.
_Mrs. Can._ I am rejoiced you are come, Sir Peter. They have been so censorious--and Lady Teazle as bad as any one.
_Sir Pet._ That must be very distressing to you, indeed, Mrs. Candour.
_Mrs. Can._ Oh, they will allow good qualities to n.o.body: not even good nature to our friend Mrs. Pursy.
_Lady Teaz._ What, the fat dowager who was at Mrs. Quadrille's last night?
_Mrs. Can._ Nay, her bulk is her misfortune; and, when she takes so much pains to get rid of it, you ought not to reflect on her.
_Lady Sneer._ That's very true, indeed.
