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out this very hour.

MISS HARDCASTLE. Give me that hour then, and I hope to satisfy you.

HARDCASTLE. Well, an hour let it be then. But Iā€™ll have no trifling with your father. All fair and open, do you mind me.

MISS HARDCASTLE. I hope, sir, you have ever found that I considered your commands as my pride; for your kindness is such, that my duty as yet has been inclination. [Exeunt.]

 

ACT THE FOURTH.

 

Enter HASTINGS and MISS NEVILLE.

 

HASTINGS. You surprise me; Sir Charles Marlow expected here this night! Where have you had your information?

MISS NEVILLE. You may depend upon it. I just saw his letter to Mr. Hardcastle, in which he tells him he intends setting out a few hours after his son.

HASTINGS. Then, my Constance, all must be completed before he arrives. He knows me; and should he find me here, would discover my name, and perhaps my designs, to the rest of the family.

MISS NEVILLE. The jewels, I hope, are safe?

HASTINGS. Yes, yes, I have sent them to Marlow, who keeps the keys of our baggage. In the mean time, Iā€™ll go to prepare matters for our elopement. I have had the ā€˜squireā€™s promise of a fresh pair of horses; and if I should not see him again, will write him further directions. [Exit.]

MISS NEVILLE. Well! success attend you. In the mean time Iā€™ll go and amuse my aunt with the old pretence of a violent passion for my cousin. [Exit.]

 

Enter MARLOW, followed by a Servant.

 

MARLOW. I wonder what Hastings could mean by sending me so valuable a thing as a casket to keep for him, when he knows the only place I have is the seat of a post-coach at an inn-door. Have you deposited the casket with the landlady, as I ordered you? Have you put it into her own hands?

SERVANT. Yes, your honour.

MARLOW. She said sheā€™d keep it safe, did she?

SERVANT. Yes, she said sheā€™d keep it safe enough; she asked me how I came by it; and she said she had a great mind to make me give an account of myself. [Exit Servant.]

MARLOW. Ha! ha! ha! Theyā€™re safe, however. What an unaccountable set of beings have we got amongst! This little bar-maid though runs in my head most strangely, and drives out the absurdities of all the rest of the family. Sheā€™s mine, she must be mine, or Iā€™m greatly mistaken.

 

Enter HASTINGS.

 

HASTINGS. Bless me! I quite forgot to tell her that I intended to prepare at the bottom of the garden. Marlow here, and in spirits too!

MARLOW. Give me joy, George! Crown me, shadow me with laurels! Well, George, after all, we modest fellows donā€™t want for success among the women.

HASTINGS. Some women, you mean. But what success has your honourā€™s modesty been crowned with now, that it grows so insolent upon us?

MARLOW. Didnā€™t you see the tempting, brisk, lovely little thing, that runs about the house with a bunch of keys to its girdle?

HASTINGS. Well, and what then?

MARLOW. Sheā€™s mine, you rogue you. Such fire, such motion, such eyes, such lips; but, egad! she would not let me kiss them though.

HASTINGS. But are you so sure, so very sure of her?

MARLOW. Why, man, she talked of showing me her work above stairs, and I am to improve the pattern.

HASTINGS. But how can you, Charles, go about to rob a woman of her honour?

MARLOW. Pshaw! pshaw! We all know the honour of the bar-maid of an inn. I donā€™t intend to rob her, take my word for it; thereā€™s nothing in this house I shanā€™t honestly pay for.

HASTINGS. I believe the girl has virtue.

MARLOW. And if she has, I should be the last man in the world that would attempt to corrupt it.

HASTINGS. You have taken care, I hope, of the casket I sent you to lock up? Is it in safety?

MARLOW. Yes, yes. Itā€™s safe enough. I have taken care of it. But how could you think the seat of a post-coach at an inn-door a place of safety? Ah! numskull! I have taken better precautions for you than you did for yourselfā€“-I haveā€“-

HASTINGS. What?

MARLOW. I have sent it to the landlady to keep for you.

HASTINGS. To the landlady!

MARLOW. The landlady.

HASTINGS. You did?

MARLOW. I did. Sheā€™s to be answerable for its forthcoming, you know.

HASTINGS. Yes, sheā€™ll bring it forth with a witness.

MARLOW. Wasnā€™t I right? I believe youā€™ll allow that I acted prudently upon this occasion.

HASTINGS. (Aside.) He must not see my uneasiness.

MARLOW. You seem a little disconcerted though, methinks. Sure nothing has happened?

HASTINGS. No, nothing. Never was in better spirits in all my life. And so you left it with the landlady, who, no doubt, very readily undertook the charge.

MARLOW. Rather too readily. For she not only kept the casket, but, through her great precaution, was going to keep the messenger too. Ha! ha! ha!

HASTINGS. He! he! he! Theyā€™re safe, however.

MARLOW. As a guinea in a miserā€™s purse.

HASTINGS. (Aside.) So now all hopes of fortune are at an end, and we must set off without it. (To him.) Well, Charles, Iā€™ll leave you to your meditations on the pretty bar-maid, and, he! he! he! may you be as successful for yourself, as you have been for me! [Exit.]

MARLOW. Thank ye, George: I ask no more. Ha! ha! ha!

 

Enter HARDCASTLE.

 

HARDCASTLE. I no longer know my own house. Itā€™s turned all topsy-turvy. His servants have got drunk already. Iā€™ll bear it no longer; and yet, from my respect for his father, Iā€™ll be calm. (To him.) Mr. Marlow, your servant. Iā€™m your very humble servant. (Bowing low.)

MARLOW. Sir, your humble servant. (Aside.) Whatā€™s to be the wonder now?

HARDCASTLE. I believe, sir, you must be sensible, sir, that no man alive ought to be more welcome than your fatherā€™s son, sir. I hope you think so?

MARLOW. I do from my soul, sir. I donā€™t want much entreaty. I generally make my fatherā€™s son welcome wherever he goes.

HARDCASTLE. I believe you do, from my soul, sir. But though I say nothing to your own conduct, that of your servants is insufferable. Their manner of drinking is setting a very bad example in this house, I assure you.

MARLOW. I protest, my very good sir, that is no fault of mine. If they donā€™t drink as they ought, they are to blame. I ordered them not to spare the cellar. I did, I assure you. (To the side scene.) Here, let one of my servants come up. (To him.) My positive directions were, that as I did not drink myself, they should make up for my deficiencies below.

HARDCASTLE. Then they had your orders for what they do? Iā€™m satisfied!

MARLOW. They had, I assure you. You shall hear from one of themselves.

 

Enter Servant, drunk.

 

MARLOW. You, Jeremy! Come forward, sirrah! What were my orders? Were you not told to drink freely, and call for what you thought fit, for the good of the house?

HARDCASTLE. (Aside.) I begin to lose my patience.

JEREMY. Please your honour, liberty and Fleet-street for ever! Though Iā€™m but a servant, Iā€™m as good as another man. Iā€™ll drink for no man before supper, sir, damme! Good liquor will sit upon a good supper, but a good supper will not sit uponā€“-hiccupā€“-on my conscience, sir.

MARLOW. You see, my old friend, the fellow is as drunk as he can possibly be. I donā€™t know what youā€™d have more, unless youā€™d have the poor devil soused in a beer-barrel.

HARDCASTLE. Zounds! heā€™ll drive me distracted, if I contain myself any longer. Mr. Marlowā€”Sir; I have submitted to your insolence for more than four hours, and I see no likelihood of its coming to an end. Iā€™m now resolved to be master here, sir; and I desire that you and your drunken pack may leave my house directly.

MARLOW. Leave your house!ā€“-Sure you jest, my good friend! What? when Iā€™m doing what I can to please you.

HARDCASTLE. I tell you, sir, you donā€™t please me; so I desire youā€™ll leave my house.

MARLOW. Sure you cannot be serious? At this time oā€™ night, and such a night? You only mean to banter me.

HARDCASTLE. I tell you, sir, Iā€™m serious! and now that my passions are roused, I say this house is mine, sir; this house is mine, and I command you to leave it directly.

MARLOW. Ha! ha! ha! A puddle in a storm. I shanā€™t stir a step, I assure you. (In a serious tone.) This your house, fellow! Itā€™s my house. This is my house. Mine, while I choose to stay. What right have you to bid me leave this house, sir? I never met with such impudence, curse me; never in my whole life before.

HARDCASTLE. Nor I, confound me if ever I did. To come to my house, to call for what he likes, to turn me out of my own chair, to insult the family, to order his servants to get drunk, and then to tell me, ā€œThis house is mine, sir.ā€ By all thatā€™s impudent, it makes me laugh. Ha! ha! ha! Pray, sir (bantering), as you take the house, what think you of taking the rest of the furniture? Thereā€™s a pair of silver candlesticks, and thereā€™s a fire-screen, and hereā€™s a pair of brazen-nosed bellows; perhaps you may take a fancy to them?

MARLOW. Bring me your bill, sir; bring me your bill, and letā€™s make no more words about it.

HARDCASTLE. There are a set of prints, too. What think you of the Rakeā€™s Progress, for your own apartment?

MARLOW. Bring me your bill, I say; and Iā€™ll leave you and your infernal house directly.

HARDCASTLE. Then thereā€™s a mahogany table that you may see your own face in.

MARLOW. My bill, I say.

HARDCASTLE. I had forgot the great chair for your own particular slumbers, after a hearty meal.

MARLOW. Zounds! bring me my bill, I say, and letā€™s hear no more onā€™t.

HARDCASTLE. Young man, young man, from your fatherā€™s letter to me, I was taught to expect a well-bred modest man as a visitor here, but now I find him no better than a coxcomb and a bully; but he will be down here presently, and shall hear more of it. [Exit.]

MARLOW. Howā€™s this? Sure I have not mistaken the house. Everything looks like an inn. The servants cry, coming; the attendance is awkward; the bar-maid, too, to attend us. But sheā€™s here, and will further inform me. Whither so fast, child? A word with you.

 

Enter MISS HARDCASTLE.

 

MISS HARDCASTLE. Let it be short, then. Iā€™m in a hurry. (Aside.) I believe be begins to find out his mistake. But itā€™s too soon quite to undeceive him.

MARLOW. Pray, child, answer me one question. What are you, and what may your business in this house be?

MISS HARDCASTLE. A relation of the family, sir.

MARLOW. What, a poor relation.

MISS HARDCASTLE. Yes, sir. A poor relation, appointed to keep the keys, and to see that the guests want nothing in my power to give them.

MARLOW. That is, you act as the bar-maid of this inn.

MISS HARDCASTLE. Inn! O lawā€“-what brought that in your head? One of the best families in the country keep an innā€”Ha! ha! ha! old Mr. Hardcastleā€™s house an inn!

MARLOW. Mr. Hardcastleā€™s house! Is this Mr. Hardcastleā€™s house, child?

MISS HARDCASTLE. Ay, sure! Whose else should it be?

MARLOW. So then, allā€™s out, and I have been damnably imposed on. O, confound my stupid head, I shall be laughed at over the whole town. I shall be stuck up in caricatura in all the print-shops.

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