Scarborough and the Critic by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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[_Exit_ COLONEL TOWNLY.
_Love_. What would my dear? _Aman_. Only a woman's foolish question: how do you like my cousin here? _Love_. Jealous already, Amanda? _Aman_. Not at all: I ask you for another reason. _Love_. [_Aside_.] Whate'er her reason be, I must not tell her true.--[_Aloud_.] Why, I confess, she's handsome: but you must not think I slight your kinswoman, if I own to you, of all the women who may claim that character, she is the last that would triumph in my heart. _Aman_. I'm satisfied. _Love_. Now tell me why you asked? _Aman_. At night I will--adieu! _Love_. I'm yours. [_Kisses her and exit_.] _Aman_. I'm glad to find he does not like her, for I have a great mind to persuade her to come and live with me. [_Aside_.] _Ber_. So! I find my colonel continues in his airs; there must be something more at the bottom of this than the provocation he pretends from me. [_Aside_.] _Aman_. For Heaven's sake, Berinthia, tell me what way I shall take to persuade you to come and live with me. _Ber_. Why, one way in the world there is, and but one. _Aman_. And pray what is that? _Ber_. It is to assure me--I shall be very welcome. _Aman_. If that be all, you shall e'en sleep here to-night. _Ber_. To-night. _Aman_. Yes, to-night. _Ber_. Why, the people where I lodge will think me mad. |
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