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Sir Chr. I wish, like other plays, it don't end in a marriage.
Rack. Then shall I be most confoundedly bit. But come, Knight!
Sir Chr. Rot you! I do as fast as I can.-I can't think, Rackett, what the deuce makes thee so warm in this business; there is certainly something at the bottom that I don't comprehend. But do, Major, have pity on the poor girl: Upon my foul, she is a sweet little syren! Io innocent and
Rack. Pho, pho! don't be absurd! I thought that matter had been fully explained. This, Knight, is no time to look back ; but suppose now I should have a little mischief in hand
Sir Chr. How! of what kind ?
Rack. “Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest Knight, till done, and then applaud the deed!”
Sir Chr. It is very extraordinary, Major Rackett, if you are determined to make the devil a visit, that you can't pay
it alone ; or, if you
must have company, what a pox makes you think of fixing on me?
Rack. Hey-day! ha, ha, ha! What, in the vapours again? we must have some more punch.
Sir Chr. You are mistaken ; that won't have power to change the state of my mind : My refolves are too firm
Rack. And who wishes to break them? I only ask your aslistance to-night ; and your reformation, you recollect, don't begin till toinorrow.
Sir Chr. That's true, indeed : But no human power shall prevail on me to put it off any longer than to-morrow.
Rack. Or the next day at furtheft.
[Exeunt Rack, and Sir Chr. Poul. Come, lads, light your pipes! Which of us shall be first to attack? Billy
Button. Won't it be rather too bold for me to begin?'
Poul. Then let us leave it to chance.Hush! I hear him lumbering in ! compose your looks; let his reception be folemn and grave.
Button. Leave that chair for him.
Flint. How fares it, my lads ?--Well, boys, matters are settled at latt; the little Kate has complied, and to-morrow is fixed for the day.
Poul. You have settled it then,
Flint. No, to be sure, you great fool! What the deuce would Poultice be at?
Paul. Nay, then, neighbours, what we have been saying will just fignify nothing,',
Flint. Saying! why, you have not heard that is, nobody
Poul. No, nothing - very material-only--but as the matter is carried so far
Flint. So far ! why, I hope you have not found out any flaw ! Kitty
Poul. No, no; nothing of that; no, upon my word! I believe, a very modest, prudent, good girl, neighbours.
All. No manner of doubt. It
meaning of this ? you all fit as filent and glumwhy, can't you speak out, with a pox?
Poul. Why, 'Squire, as we are all your fixed friends, we have been canvassing this matter
amongst us. e Flint. You have ? ?
Poul. Marriage, you know very well, is no trifling affair ; too much caution and care can't be used.
Flint. That I firmly believe, which has made me defer it so long.
Poul. Pray lend me your hand; how is the state of your health ? do you find yourself hearty and strong ?
Flint. I think so; that is, I–you ha'n't observed any bad symptoms of late ?
Poul. No; but you used to have pains flying
Flint. Formerly ; but fince I have fixed my gout to a fit, they are gone': 'that, indeed, lays me up for four or five months in a year.
Poul. A pretty long spell : And, in such a case, now, do you think that marriage
Flint. The inoft best receipt in the world : Why, that, man, was one of my motives : Wives, you know, are allowed to make very good nurses.
Poul. Thar, indeed
Flint. Ay; and then they are always at hand; and, besides, they don't cost one a farthing.
Poul. True, true. Why, you look very jolly, and fresh ; does not he?
Poul. Yet he can't be less than let me fee! Wasn't you under old Syntax at Wells ? Flint. He died the year I left school.
Poul. That must be a good forty years since.
Poul. And Miss Linnet-fixteen : You are a bold man ! Not but there are instances, where men have survived many years such disproportionate marriages as these.
Flint. Survived ! and why should they not?
Poul. But then their stamina must be prodigiously strong:
Flint. Stamina !
Poul. Let us fee, Button! there was Dr. Dotage, that married the Devonshire girl ; he had a matter of
Button. . No, no; he dropped off in fix months.
Poul. True, true; I had forgot.
Button. Indeed, an old master of mine, Sir Harry O'Tuff, is alive, and walks about to this day."
Flint. Hey !
Poul. But you forget where Sir Harry was born, and how soon his lady eloped
Button. In the honey-moon; with Captain Pike, of the guards : I'mind it full well.
Poul. That, indeed, alters the case.
Flint. Well, but, Billy, you are not ferious in this ? you don't think there is any danger of death?
Button. As to the matter of death, the Doc. tor knows better than I, because why, 'that lies in his way: But I shall never forget Colonel Crazy, one of the best customers that ever 'I
had; I never think of him without dropping a
Flint. Why? what was the matter with him?
Button. Married Lady Barbary Bonnie, as it might be about midnight on Monday
Flint. Well !
Button. But never more saw the sweet face of the sun.
Flint. What! did he die ?
Button. Within an hour after throwing the stocking.
Flint. Good Lord! that was dreadful indeed! Of what age might he be ?
Button. Ābout your time of life.
Flint. That is vastly alarming. Lord bless me, Bill, I am all of a tremble !
Button. Ay, truly, it behoves your honour to consider what you are about.
must go! running forwards and backwards to town, and jaunting to see all the fine lights in the place
Flint. I sha'n't take her to many of them : perhaps I may shew her the Parliament-house, the plays, and Boodles, and Bedlam, and my Lord-Mayor, and the lions.
Button. And then the vast heap of fine cloaths you must make
Flint. What occasion for that ?
Button. As you ar'n't known, there is no doing without; because why, every body passes there for what they appears.
Flint. Right, Billy; but I believe I have found out a way to do that pretty cheap. Button. Which way may be that ?