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JULIET. Ay; for the best thing that a man can do, when he finds he can't be beloved, is to take care he is not heartily hated. There is no other alternative.
RUST. Madam, I sha'n't break my word with Sir Thomas.
JULIET. Nor I with myself. So there's an end of our conference. Sir, your very obedient.
RUST. Madam, I, I, don't that is, let me. But no matter. Your servant.
[Exit. JULIET. Ha, ha, ha!
Enter Bever from behind.
BEVER. Ha, ha, ha! Incomparable Juliet! How the old dotard trembled and tottered; he could not have been more inflam'd, had he been robb'd of his Otho.
JULIET. Ay; was ever goddess so familiarly used ? In my conscience, I began to be afraid that he would treat me as the Indians do their dirty divi. nitics; whenever they are deaf to their prayers, they beat and abuse them.
BEVER. But, after all, we are in an aukward situation,
JULIET. How so?
BEVER. I have my fears.
JULIET. So have not I.
BEVER. Your uncle has resolved that you should be married to Rust.
JULIET. Ay, he may decree; but it is I that must execute.
BEVER. But are you sure you shall have courage enough
JULIET. To say No? That requires much resolution, indeed.
JULIET. Your hopes! Your hopes and your fears are ill-founded alike.
BEVER. Madam, I did flatter myself
JULIET. Then you did very wrong, indeed, Mr. Bever: you should ever guard against flattering yourself; for of all dangerous parasites, self is the worst.
BEVER. I am astonish'd !
JULIET. Astonishid ! your are mad, I believe! Why, I have not known you a month. It is true, my uncle says your father is his friend ; your fortune, in time, will be easy; your figure is not remarkably faulty; and as to your understanding, paffable enough for a young fellow who has not seen much of the world: but when one talks of a husband-Lord, it's quite another sort of aHa, ha, ha! Poor Bever, how he stares! he stands like a statue!
BEVER. Statue, indeed, Madam; I am very near pctrified.
JULIET. Don't plague me with impertinent questions : march! obey my directions. We must leave the
issue to Chance; a greater friend to mankind than they are willing to own. Oh, if any thing new should occur, you may come into the drawing room for further instructions. [Exeunt severally.
SCENE, A ROOM IN SIR THOMAS LOFTY'S HOUSE. Sir Thomas, Ruf, Puf, Dactyl, and oibers, discovered
Sir THOMAS. Then in this disette, this dearth of invention, give me leave, gentlemen, to distribute my stores. I have here in my hand a little, smart, satyrical epigram; new, and prettily pointed : in short, a production that Martial himself would not have blush'd to acknowledge.
RUST. Your own, Sir Thomas?
Sir THOMAS. Yes; I think it possesses, in an eminent degree, the three great epigrammatical requisites; brevity, familiarity, and severity. Phillis paints fair-to look like an an-gel.
DACTYL. Happy! Is the Phillis, the fubject, a secret?
Sir THOMAS. Oh, dear me! nothing personal; no; an im. promptu; a mere jeu d'esprit.
PUFF. Then, Sir Thomas, the secret is out ; it is your