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the double-dealer-第5章

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One minute gives invention to destroy;

What to rebuild will a whole age employ。







ACT II。SCENE I。







LADY FROTH and CYNTHIA。



CYNT。  Indeed; madam!  Is it possible your ladyship could have been

so much in love?



LADY FROTH。  I could not sleep; I did not sleep one wink for three

weeks together。



CYNT。  Prodigious!  I wonder want of sleep; and so much love and so

much wit as your ladyship has; did not turn your brain。



LADY FROTH。  Oh; my dear Cynthia; you must not rally your friend。

But really; as you say; I wonder too。  But then I had a way。  For;

between you and I; I had whimsies and vapours; but I gave them vent。



CYNT。  How; pray; madam?



LADY FROTH。  Oh; I writ; writ abundantly。  Do you never write?



CYNT。  Write what?



LADY FROTH。  Songs; elegies; satires; encomiums; panegyrics;

lampoons; plays; or heroic poems?



CYNT。  O Lord; not I; madam; I'm content to be a courteous reader。



LADY FROTH。  Oh; inconsistent!  In love and not write!  If my lord

and I had been both of your temper; we had never come together。  Oh;

bless me!  What a sad thing would that have been; if my lord and I

should never have met!



CYNT。  Then neither my lord nor you would ever have met with your

match; on my conscience。



LADY FROTH。  O' my conscience; no more we should; thou say'st right。

For sure my Lord Froth is as fine a gentleman and as much a man of

quality!  Ah! nothing at all of the common air。  I think I may say

he wants nothing but a blue ribbon and a star to make him shine; the

very phosphorus of our hemisphere。  Do you understand those two hard

words?  If you don't; I'll explain 'em to you。



CYNT。  Yes; yes; madam; I'm not so ignorant。At least I won't own

it; to be troubled with your instructions。  'Aside。'



LADY FROTH。  Nay; I beg your pardon; but being derived from the

Greek; I thought you might have escaped the etymology。  But I'm the

more amazed to find you a woman of letters and not write!  Bless me!

how can Mellefont believe you love him?



CYNT。  Why; faith; madam; he that won't take my word shall never

have it under my hand。



LADY FROTH。  I vow Mellefont's a pretty gentleman; but methinks he

wants a manner。



CYNT。  A manner!  What's that; madam?



LADY FROTH。  Some distinguishing quality; as; for example; the BEL

AIR or BRILLANT of Mr。 Brisk; the solemnity; yet complaisance of my

lord; or something of his own that should look a little JE…NE…SAIS…

QUOISH; he is too much a mediocrity; in my mind。



CYNT。  He does not indeed affect either pertness or formality; for

which I like him。  Here he comes。



LADY FROTH。  And my lord with him。  Pray observe the difference。





SCENE II。





'To them' LORD FROTH; MELLEFONT; and BRISK。



CYNT。  Impertinent creature!  I could almost be angry with her now。

'Aside。'



LADY FROTH。  My lord; I have been telling Cynthia how much I have

been in love with you; I swear I have; I'm not ashamed to own it

now。  Ah! it makes my heart leap; I vow I sigh when I think on't。

My dear lord!  Ha; ha; ha; do you remember; my lord?  'Squeezes him

by the hand; looks kindly on him; sighs; and then laughs out。'



LORD FROTH。  Pleasant creature! perfectly well; ah! that look; ay;

there it is; who could resist? 'twas so my heart was made a captive

first; and ever since t'has been in love with happy slavery。



LADY FROTH。  Oh; that tongue; that dear deceitful tongue! that

charming softness in your mien and your expression; and then your

bow!  Good my lord; bow as you did when I gave you my picture; here;

suppose this my picture。 'Gives him a pocket…glass。'  Pray mind; my

lord; ah! he bows charmingly; nay; my lord; you shan't kiss it so

much; I shall grow jealous; I vow now。  'He bows profoundly low;

then kisses the glass。'



LORD FROTH。  I saw myself there; and kissed it for your sake。



LADY FROTH。  Ah!  Gallantry to the last degree。  Mr。 Brisk; you're a

judge; was ever anything so well bred as my lord?



BRISK。  Never anything; but your ladyship; let me perish。



LADY FROTH。  Oh; prettily turned again; let me die; but you have a

great deal of wit。  Mr。 Mellefont; don't you think Mr。 Brisk has a

world of wit?



MEL。  O yes; madam。



BRISK。  O dear; madam …



LADY FROTH。  An infinite deal!



BRISK。  O heav'ns; madam …



LADY FROTH。  More wit than anybody。



BRISK。  I'm everlastingly your humble servant; deuce take me; madam。



LORD FROTH。  Don't you think us a happy couple?



CYNT。  I vow; my lord; I think you the happiest couple in the world;

for you're not only happy in one another; and when you are together;

but happy in yourselves; and by yourselves。



LORD FROTH。  I hope Mellefont will make a good husband too。



CYNT。  'Tis my interest to believe he will; my Lord。



LORD FROTH。  D'ye think he'll love you as well as I do my wife?  I'm

afraid not。



CYNT。  I believe he'll love me better。



LORD FROTH。  Heav'ns! that can never be。  But why do you think so?



CYNT。  Because he has not so much reason to be fond of himself。



LORD FROTH。  Oh; your humble servant for that; dear madam。  Well;

Mellefont; you'll be a happy creature。



MEL。  Ay; my lord; I shall have the same reason for my happiness

that your lordship has; I shall think myself happy。



LORD FROTH。  Ah; that's all。



BRISK。  'To LADY FROTH。'  Your ladyship is in the right; but; i'gad;

I'm wholly turned into satire。  I confess I write but seldom; but

when I dokeen iambics; i'gad。  But my lord was telling me your

ladyship has made an essay toward an heroic poem。



LADY FROTH。  Did my lord tell you?  Yes; I vow; and the subject is

my lord's love to me。  And what do you think I call it?  I dare

swear you won't guessTHE SILLABUB; ha; ha; ha。



BRISK。  Because my lord's title's Froth; i'gad; ha; ha; ha; deuce

take me; very e propos and surprising; ha; ha; ha。



LADY FROTH。  He; ay; is not it?  And then I call my lord Spumoso;

and myself; what d'ye think I call myself?



BRISK。  Lactilla; may be;i'gad; I cannot tell。



LADY FROTH。  Biddy; that's all; just my own name。



BRISK。  Biddy!  I'gad; very pretty。  Deuce take me if your ladyship

has not the art of surprising the most naturally in the world。  I

hope you'll make me happy in communicating the poem。



LADY FROTH。  Oh; you must be my confidant; I must ask your advice。



BRISK。  I'm your humble servant; let me perish。  I presume your

ladyship has read Bossu?



LADY FROTH。  Oh yes; and Racine; and Dacier upon Aristotle and

Horace。  My lord; you must not be jealous; I'm communicating all to

Mr。 Brisk。



LORD FROTH。  No; no; I'll allow Mr。 Brisk; have you nothing about

you to shew him; my dear?



LADY FROTH。  Yes; I believe I have。  Mr。 Brisk; come; will you go

into the next room? and there I'll shew you what I have。



LORD FROTH。  I'll walk a turn in the garden; and come to you。





SCENE III。





MELLEFONT; CYNTHIA。



MEL。  You're thoughtful; Cynthia?



CYNT。  I'm thinking; though marriage makes man and wife one flesh;

it leaves 'em still two fools; and they become more conspicuous by

setting off one another。



MEL。  That's only when two fools meet; and their follies are

opposed。



CYNT。  Nay; I have known two wits meet; and by the opposition of

their wit render themselves as ridiculous as fools。  'Tis an odd

game we're going to play at。  What think you of drawing stakes; and

giving over in time?



MEL。  No; hang't; that's not endeavouring to win; because it's

possible we may lose; since we have shuffled and cut; let's even

turn up trump now。



CYNT。  Then I find it's like cards; if either of us have a good hand

it is an accident of fortune。



MEL。  No; marriage is rather like a game at bowls:  fortune indeed

makes the match; and the two nearest; and sometimes the two

farthest; are together; but the game depends entirely upon judgment。



CYNT。  Still it is a game; and consequently one of us must be a

loser。



MEL。  Not at all; only a friendly trial of skill; and the winnings

to be laid out in an entertainment。  What's here; the music?  Oh; my

lord has promised the company a new song; we'll get 'em to give it

us by the way。  'Musicians crossing the stage。'  Pray let us have

the favour of you; to practise the song before the company hear it。





SONG。



I。



Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her;

Yet she's vext if I give over;

Much she fears I should undo her;

But much more to lose her lover:

Thus; in doubting; she refuses;

And not winning; thus she loses。



II。



Prithee; Cynthia; look behind you;

Age and wrinkles will o'ertake you;

Then too late desire will find you;

When the power must forsake you:

Think; O think o' th' sad condition;

To be past; yet wish fruition。





MEL。  You shall have my thanks below。  'To the musicians; they go

out。'
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