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Enter Robin, and a Servant of Sir Robert. Robin. My service to Miss Kitty, and I should be happy to have the honour of her ear a moment.
Ser. Of her ear! ..
Robin. These low fellows know nothing of the phrases in fashion, mere Vandals and Goats: but I must accommodate myself to their country: Will you tell Miss Kitty Combrulh, that I should be glad to speak with her, when she is at leisure ?
Ser. Now I understand what you mean, that will I, Master Robin.
[Exit. Robin. Damn'd provoking however, to have our ship sunk just as we were entering the port; this could not happen but by the contrivance of some of the crew: our captain too is most horribly hurt. This jade, I am convinced, is in the whole of the plot; but her own art, and the skill of her prompter, will make it difficult to get at the bottom,
Enter Kitty. Kitty. Bless me, Mr. Robin, after what has pass’d, I little expected to see you again at our house.
Robin. What injustice both to me and yourself!
Kitty. How so, Mr. Robin?
Robin. To your powerful attractions, and my proper discernment.
Kitty. I did not know I had any such things, Mr. Robin.
Robin. Infinite! but above all, your penetration is the moft surprising to me. The conjuror in the Old Bailey is a fool coinpar'd to Miss Kitty. You are absolutely as knowing as one of the Civils, if the latter part of your predi&tion was but as fully accomplish'd.
Kitty. What was that?
Robin. Our cohabitation in the fame house, notwithstanding
Kitty. Time may bring that about, Mr. Robin.
Robin. I don't comprehend how that can happen.
Kitty. No! why, to make your master amends for the loss of Miss Lydia, suppose we were to give him Miss Lucy
Robin. D'ye call that making my master amends ?
Kitty. She is a good showy girl, and her fortune
Robin, Will be no temptation to him ; I know he detests her,
Robin. Cordially. So that if that be the only means, I have nothing left but despair. Oh! Miss Kitty, think what misery! that tender frame has a tear for pity, I'm sure ; to be deprived of the warmest with of my life, to be cut off for ever
Kitty. And do you really think as you say?
Robin. Nothing but an ainiable ignorance of your own charms, could for a moment induce you to doubt it.
Kitty. Suppose then, Mr. Robin, we were to live under our own roof, instead of that of another, don't you think it would be mending the matter?
Robin. It would be Elysium, my angel. But how to get at the means ?
Kitty. If that is your objection, they may be easily found.
Robin. Does my lovely Kitty think I can have any other?
Kitty. Then since that is the case, Mr. Robin, it is but right I should explain to you, what I meant by my riddle, this morning. But see that we are safe.
Robin. Not a soul.
Kitty. You must know, then, that this whole affair of Miss Lydia is my lady's contrivance.
Robin. What, is that whole story a fiction?
Kitty. A mere fiam; nothing else; and to bring about Sir James's marriage with Lucy, her motive.
Robin. I conceive.
Kitty. Now, as the project would not do without my asistance, my lady gave me (here it is, stuck in my stays) a note for five hundred pounds, if the match is broke off; and a thouland, should Miss Lucy's take place.
Robin. Hum-hum-hum-500-humhum-Rebecca Riscounter-it is just as you say.
Kitty. Now, as matters stand, you see I am entitled to the first soo directly, and, with your assistance, perhaps the other may follow.
Robin. Not unlikely. But hold a little, dear Kitty, a little caution may not be amiss.
This mistress of your's is a damn'd artful woman; she has trick'd others, and won't scruple cheating of you. Kitty. I don't understand
you. Robin. It is not quite clear that this note is a good one.
Robin. I mean such a one as she will be obliged hereafter to pay.
Kitty. Then the business shall be blown up in an instant.
Robin. Too late. She will only laugh at you when her ends are obtain'd.
Kitty. Then what steps can we take?
Robin. There is an old master of mine, who lives in Brick-court in the Temple, as cunning a cur as ever hang'd an innocent man, or sav'd a rogue from the gallows. I'll run, and alk his opinion.
Kitty. But won't that be betraying our secret ?
Robin. Counsellors, like confessors, are bound not to reveal their client's confession : besides, I can easily conceal the name of the party.
Kitty. You will come immediately back?
Robin. In an instant, unless I have your leave to go a step further.
Robin. To Doctors Commons, for a little bit of parchment, that will foon unite us for
Kitty. O law! you are in a vast prodigious great hurry; but, I think, Mr. Robin, you must do as you please.
Robin. Thus let me acknowledge your kind condescension. For a moment then, my dear Kitty, adieu. [Exit Kitty.) So, now I have the means in my power to resettle all our matters again.
SCENE, A Printer’s.
Enter Dingey. Ding. Mr. Hyfon has left the answer to his last letter on East-India affairs.
Marg. A lazy rascal, now his letter is forgot, he comes with an answer. Besides, the subject is ftale : Return it again. Are all our people in waiting ?
Ding. The Attorney General to the paper, that answers the law cases, is not come yet.
Marg. Oh! that's Ben Bond'em the Bailiff"; prudently done; perhaps he has a writ against