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MISS HARDCASTLE. No; nothing of all this. I have been threatenedāI can scarce get it outāI have been threatened with a lover.
MISS NEVILLE. And his nameā
MISS HARDCASTLE. Is Marlow.
MISS NEVILLE. Indeed!
MISS HARDCASTLE. The son of Sir Charles Marlow.
MISS NEVILLE. As I live, the most intimate friend of Mr. Hastings, my admirer. They are never asunder. I believe you must have seen him when we lived in town.
MISS HARDCASTLE. Never.
MISS NEVILLE. Heās a very singular character, I assure you. Among women of reputation and virtue he is the modestest man alive; but his acquaintance give him a very different character among creatures of another stamp: you understand me.
MISS HARDCASTLE. An odd character indeed. I shall never be able to manage him. What shall I do? Pshaw, think no more of him, but trust to occurrences for success. But how goes on your own affair, my dear? has my mother been courting you for my brother Tony as usual?
MISS NEVILLE. I have just come from one of our agreeable tete-a-tetes. She has been saying a hundred tender things, and setting off her pretty monster as the very pink of perfection.
MISS HARDCASTLE. And her partiality is such, that she actually thinks him so. A fortune like yours is no small temptation. Besides, as she has the sole management of it, Iām not surprised to see her unwilling to let it go out of the family.
MISS NEVILLE. A fortune like mine, which chiefly consists in jewels, is no such mighty temptation. But at any rate, if my dear Hastings be but constant, I make no doubt to be too hard for her at last. However, I let her suppose that I am in love with her son; and she never once dreams that my affections are fixed upon another.
MISS HARDCASTLE. My good brother holds out stoutly. I could almost love him for hating you so.
MISS NEVILLE. It is a good-natured creature at bottom, and Iām sure would wish to see me married to anybody but himself. But my auntās bell rings for our afternoonās walk round the improvements. Allons! Courage is necessary, as our affairs are critical.
MISS HARDCASTLE. āWould it were bed-time, and all were well.ā [Exeunt.]
SCENEāAn Alehouse Room. Several shabby Fellows with punch and tobacco. TONY at the head of the table, a little higher than the rest, a mallet in his hand.
OMNES. Hurrea! hurrea! hurrea! bravo!
FIRST FELLOW Now, gentlemen, silence for a song. The āsquire is going to knock himself down for a song.
OMNES. Ay, a song, a song!
TONY. Then Iāll sing you, gentlemen, a song I made upon this alehouse, the Three Pigeons.
SONG.
Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain With grammar, and nonsense, and learning, Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives GENUS a better discerning. Let them brag of their heathenish gods, Their Lethes, their Styxes, and Stygians, Their Quis, and their Quaes, and their Quods, Theyāre all but a parcel of Pigeons. Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.
When methodist preachers come down, A-preaching that drinking is sinful, Iāll wager the rascals a crown, They always preach best with a skinful. But when you come down with your pence, For a slice of their scurvy religion, Iāll leave it to all men of sense, But you, my good friend, are the Pigeon. Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.
Then come, put the jorum about, And let us be merry and clever, Our hearts and our liquors are stout, Hereās the Three Jolly Pigeons for ever. Let some cry up woodcock or hare, Your bustards, your ducks, and your widgeons; But of all the GAY birds in the air, Hereās a health to the Three Jolly Pigeons. Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.
OMNES. Bravo, bravo!
FIRST FELLOW. The āsquire has got spunk in him.
SECOND FELLOW. I loves to hear him sing, bekeays he never gives us nothing thatās low.
THIRD FELLOW. O damn anything thatās low, I cannot bear it.
FOURTH FELLOW. The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time: if so be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly.
THIRD FELLOW. I likes the maxum of it, Master Muggins. What, though I am obligated to dance a bear, a man may be a gentleman for all that. May this be my poison, if my bear ever dances but to the very genteelest of tunes; āWater Parted,ā or āThe minuet in Ariadne.ā
SECOND FELLOW. What a pity it is the āsquire is not come to his own. It would be well for all the publicans within ten miles round of him.
TONY. Ecod, and so it would, Master Slang. Iād then show what it was to keep choice of company.
SECOND FELLOW. O he takes after his own father for that. To be sure old āSquire Lumpkin was the finest gentleman I ever set my eyes on. For winding the straight horn, or beating a thicket for a hare, or a wench, he never had his fellow. It was a saying in the place, that he kept the best horses, dogs, and girls, in the whole county.
TONY. Ecod, and when Iām of age, Iāll be no bastard, I promise you. I have been thinking of Bet Bouncer and the millerās grey mare to begin with. But come, my boys, drink about and be merry, for you pay no reckoning. Well, Stingo, whatās the matter?
Enter Landlord.
LANDLORD. There be two gentlemen in a post-chaise at the door. They have lost their way upoā the forest; and they are talking something about Mr. Hardcastle.
TONY. As sure as can be, one of them must be the gentleman thatās coming down to court my sister. Do they seem to be Londoners?
LANDLORD. I believe they may. They look woundily like Frenchmen.
TONY. Then desire them to step this way, and Iāll set them right in a twinkling. (Exit Landlord.) Gentlemen, as they maynāt be good enough company for you, step down for a moment, and Iāll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon. [Exeunt mob.]
TONY. (solus). Father-in-law has been calling me whelp and hound this half year. Now, if I pleased, I could be so revenged upon the old grumbletonian. But then Iām afraidāafraid of what? I shall soon be worth fifteen hundred a year, and let him frighten me out of THAT if he can.
Enter Landlord, conducting MARLOW and HASTINGS.
MARLOW. What a tedious uncomfortable day have we had of it! We were told it was but forty miles across the country, and we have come above threescore.
HASTINGS. And all, Marlow, from that unaccountable reserve of yours, that would not let us inquire more frequently on the way.
MARLOW. I own, Hastings, I am unwilling to lay myself under an obligation to every one I meet, and often stand the chance of an unmannerly answer.
HASTINGS. At present, however, we are not likely to receive any answer.
TONY. No offence, gentlemen. But Iām told you have been inquiring for one Mr. Hardcastle in these parts. Do you know what part of the country you are in?
HASTINGS. Not in the least, sir, but should thank you for information.
TONY. Nor the way you came?
HASTINGS. No, sir: but if you can inform usā-
TONY. Why, gentlemen, if you know neither the road you are going, nor where you are, nor the road you came, the first thing I have to inform you is, thatāyou have lost your way.
MARLOW. We wanted no ghost to tell us that.
TONY. Pray, gentlemen, may I be so bold so as to ask the place from whence you came?
MARLOW. Thatās not necessary towards directing us where we are to go.
TONY. No offence; but question for question is all fair, you know. Pray, gentlemen, is not this same Hardcastle a cross-grained, old-fashioned, whimsical fellow, with an ugly face, a daughter, and a pretty son?
HASTINGS. We have not seen the gentleman; but he has the family you mention.
TONY. The daughter, a tall, trapesing, trolloping, talkative maypole; the son, a pretty, well-bred, agreeable youth, that everybody is fond of.
MARLOW. Our information differs in this. The daughter is said to be well-bred and beautiful; the son an awkward booby, reared up and spoiled at his motherās apron-string.
TONY. He-he-hem!āThen, gentlemen, all I have to tell you is, that you wonāt reach Mr. Hardcastleās house this night, I believe.
HASTINGS. Unfortunate!
TONY. Itās a damnād long, dark, boggy, dirty, dangerous way. Stingo, tell the gentlemen the way to Mr. Hardcastleās! (Winking upon the Landlord.) Mr. Hardcastleās, of Quagmire Marsh, you understand me.
LANDLORD. Master Hardcastleās! Lock-a-daisy, my masters, youāre come a deadly deal wrong! When you came to the bottom of the hill, you should have crossed down Squash Lane.
MARLOW. Cross down Squash Lane!
LANDLORD. Then you were to keep straight forward, till you came to four roads.
MARLOW. Come to where four roads meet?
TONY. Ay; but you must be sure to take only one of them.
MARLOW. O, sir, youāre facetious.
TONY. Then keeping to the right, you are to go sideways till you come upon Crackskull Common: there you must look sharp for the track of the wheel, and go forward till you come to farmer Murrainās barn. Coming to the farmerās barn, you are to turn to the right, and then to the left, and then to the right about again, till you find out the old millā
MARLOW. Zounds, man! we could as soon find out the longitude!
HASTINGS. Whatās to be done, Marlow?
MARLOW. This house promises but a poor reception; though perhaps the landlord can accommodate us.
LANDLORD. Alack, master, we have but one spare bed in the whole house.
TONY. And to my knowledge, thatās taken up by three lodgers already. (After a pause, in which the rest seem disconcerted.) I have hit it. Donāt you think, Stingo, our landlady could accommodate the gentlemen by the fire-side, withā-three chairs and a bolster?
HASTINGS. I hate sleeping by the fire-side.
MARLOW. And I detest your three chairs and a bolster.
TONY. You do, do you? then, let me seeāwhat if you go on a mile further, to the Buckās Head; the old Buckās Head on the hill, one of the best inns in the whole county?
HASTINGS. O ho! so we have escaped an adventure for this night, however.
LANDLORD. (apart to TONY). Sure, you benāt sending them to your fatherās as an inn, be you?
TONY. Mum, you fool you. Let THEM find that out. (To them.) You have only to keep on straight forward, till you come to a large old house by the road side. Youāll see a pair of large horns over the door. Thatās the sign. Drive up the yard, and call stoutly about you.
HASTINGS. Sir, we are obliged to you. The servants canāt miss the way?
TONY. No, no: but I tell you, though, the landlord is rich, and going to leave off business; so he wants to be thought a gentleman, saving your presence, he! he! he! Heāll be for giving you his company; and, ecod, if you mind him, heāll persuade you that his mother was an alderman, and his aunt a justice of peace.
LANDLORD. A troublesome old blade, to be sure; but a keeps as good wines and beds as any in the whole country.
MARLOW. Well, if he supplies us with these, we shall want no farther connexion. We are to turn to the right, did you say?
TONY. No, no; straight forward. Iāll just step myself, and show you a piece of the way. (To the Landlord.) Mum!
LANDLORD. Ah, bless your heart, for a sweet, pleasantādamnād mischievous son of a whore. [Exeunt.]
ACT THE SECOND.
SCENEāAn old-fashioned House.
Enter HARDCASTLE, followed by three or four awkward Servants.
HARDCASTLE. Well, I hope you are perfect in the table exercise
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