School for Scandal by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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LADY TEAZLE. Abominable!
SIR PETER. Yes Madam--and what were your evening amusements? to draw Patterns for Ruffles, which you hadn't the materials to make-- play Pope Joan with the Curate--to read a sermon to your Aunt-- or be stuck down to an old Spinet to strum your father to sleep after a Fox Chase. LADY TEAZLE. Scandalous--Sir Peter not a word of it true-- SIR PETER. Yes, Madam--These were the recreations I took you from-- and now--no one more extravagantly in the Fashion--Every Fopery adopted--a head-dress to o'er top Lady Pagoda with feathers pendant horizontal and perpendicular--you forget[,] Lady Teazle--when a little wired gauze with a few Beads made you a fly Cap not much bigger than a blew-bottle, and your Hair was comb'd smooth over a Roll-- LADY TEAZLE. Shocking! horrible Roll!! SIR PETER. But now--you must have your coach--Vis-a-vis, and three powder'd Footmen before your Chair--and in the summer a pair of white cobs to draw you to Kensington Gardens--no recollection when y ou were content to ride double, behind the Butler, on a docked Coach-Horse? LADY TEAZLE. Horrid!--I swear I never did. SIR PETER. This, madam, was your situation--and what have I not done for you? I have made you woman of Fashion of Fortune of Rank-- in short I have made you my wife. |
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