The History Of The Life Of The Late Mr. Jonathan Wild The Great(Fiscle Part 3) by Henry Fielding (best books to read for young adults txt) 📖
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Who Knew Nothing What Other Married Women Do!
Book 3 Chapter 7 Pg 108Jonathan. No Matter What I Took You For: I Have Taken You For
Better And Worse.
Laetitia. And At Your Own Desire Too; For I Am Sure You Never Had
Mine. I Should Not Have Broken My Heart If Mr. Wild Had Thought
Proper To Bestow Himself On Any Other More Happy Woman. Ha, Ha!
Jonathan. I Hope, Madam, You Don't Imagine That Was Not In My
Power, Or That I Married You Out Of Any Kind Of Necessity.
Laetitia. O No, Sir; I Am Convinced There Are Silly Women Enough.
And Far Be It From Me To Accuse You Of Any Necessity For A Wife. I
Believe You Could Have Been Very Well Contented With The State Of
A Bachelor; I Have No Reason To Complain Of Your Necessities; But
That, You Know, A Woman Cannot Tell Beforehand.
Jonathan. I Can't Guess What You Would Insinuate, For I Believe No
Woman Had Ever Less Reason To Complain Of Her Husband's Want Of
Fondness.
Laetitia. Then Some, I Am Certain, Have Great Reason To Complain
Of The Price They Give For Them. But I Know Better Things. (These
Words Were Spoken With A Very Great Air, And Toss Of The Head.)
Jonathan. Well, My Sweeting, I Will Make It Impossible For You To
Wish Me More Fond.
Laetitia. Pray, Mr. Wild, None Of This Nauseous Behaviour, Nor
Those Odious Words. I Wish You Were Fond! I Assure You, I Don't
Know What You Would Pretend To Insinuate Of Me. I Have No Wishes
Which Misbecome A Virtuous Woman. No, Nor Should Not, If I Had
Married For Love. And Especially Now, When Nobody, I Am Sure, Can
Suspect Me Of Any Such Thing.
Jonathan. If You Did Not Marry For Love Why Did You Marry?
Laetitia. Because It Was Convenient, And My Parents Forced Me.
Jonathan. I Hope, Madam, At Least, You Will Not Tell Me To My Face
You Have Made Your Convenience Of Me.
Laetitia. I Have Made Nothing Of You; Nor Do I Desire The Honour
Of Making Anything Of You.
Jonathan. Yes, You Have Made A Husband Of Me.
Laetitia. No, You Made Yourself So; For I Repeat Once More It Was
Not My Desire, But Your Own.
Jonathan. You Should Think Yourself Obliged To Me For That Desire.
Laetitia. La, Sir! You Was Not So Singular In It. I Was Not In
Despair. I Have Had Other Offers, And Better Too.
Book 3 Chapter 7 Pg 109Jonathan. I Wish You Had Accepted Them With All My Heart.
Laetitia. I Must Tell You, Mr. Wild, This Is A Very Brutish Manner
In Treating A Woman To Whom You Have Such Obligations; But I Know
How To Despise It, And To Despise You Too For Shewing It Me.
Indeed I Am Well Enough Paid For The Foolish Preference I Gave To
You. I Flattered Myself That I Should At Least Have Been Used With
Good Manners. I Thought I Had Married A Gentleman; But I Find You
Every Way Contemptible And Below My Concern.
Jonathan. D--N You, Madam, Have I Not More Reason To Complain When
You Tell Me You Married For Your Convenience Only?
Laetitia. Very Fine Truly. Is It Behaviour Worthy A Man To Swear
At A Woman? Yet Why Should I Mention What Comes From A Wretch Whom
I Despise.
Jonathan. Don't Repeat That Word So Often. I Despise You As
Heartily As You Can Me. And, To Tell You A Truth, I Married You
For My Convenience Likewise, To Satisfy A Passion Which I Have Now
Satisfied, And You May Be D--D For Anything I Care.
Laetitia. The World Shall Know How Barbarously I Am Treated By
Such A Villain.
Jonathan. I Need Take Very Little Pains To Acquaint The World What
A B--Ch You Are, Your Actions Will Demonstrate It.
Laetitia. Monster! I Would Advise You Not To Depend Too Much On My
Sex, And Provoke Me Too Far; For I Can Do You A Mischief, And
Will, If You Dare Use Me So, You Villain!
Jonathan. Begin Whenever You Please, Madam; But Assure Yourself,
The Moment You Lay Aside The Woman, I Will Treat You As Such No
Longer; And If The First Blow Is Yours, I Promise You The Last
Shall Be Mine.
Laetitia. Use Me As You Will; But D--N Me If Ever You Shall Use Me
As A Woman Again; For May I Be Cursed If Ever I Enter Into Your
Bed More.
Jonathan. May I Be Cursed If That Abstinence Be Not The Greatest
Obligation You Can Lay Upon Me; For I Assure You Faithfully Your
Person Was All I Had Ever Any Regard For; And That I Now Loathe
And Detest As Much As Ever I Liked It.
Laetitia. It Is Impossible For Two People To Agree Better; For I
Always Detested Your Person; And As For Any Other Regard, You Must
Be Convinced I Never Could Have Any For You.
Jonathan. Why, Then, Since We Are Come To A Right Understanding,
As We Are To Live Together, Suppose We Agreed, Instead Of
Quarrelling And Abusing, To Be Civil To Each Other.
Book 3 Chapter 7 Pg 110Laetitia. With All My Heart.
Jonathan. Let Us Shake Hands Then, And Henceforwards Never Live
Like Man And Wife; That Is, Never Be Loving Nor Ever Quarrel.
Laetitia. Agreed. But Pray, Mr. Wild, Why B--Ch? Why Did You
Suffer Such A Word To Escape You?
Jonathan. It Is Not Worth Your Remembrance.
Laetitia. You Agree I Shall Converse With Whomsoever I Please?
Jonathan. Without Controul. And I Have The Same Liberty?
Laetitia. When I Interfere May Every Curse You Can Wish Attend Me!
Jonathan. Let Us Now Take A Farewell Kiss, And May I Be Hanged If
It Is Not The Sweetest You Ever Gave Me.
Laetitia. But Why B--Ch? Methinks I Should Be Glad To Know Why B--Ch?
At Which Words He Sprang From The Bed, D--Ing Her Temper Heartily.
She Returned It Again With Equal Abuse, Which Was Continued On
Both Sides While He Was Dressing. However, They Agreed To Continue
Steadfast In This New Resolution; And The Joy Arising On That
Occasion At Length Dismissed Them Pretty Chearfully From Each
Other, Though Laetitia Could Not Help Concluding With The Words,
Why B--Ch?
Book 3 Chapter 8 Pg 111Observations On The Foregoing Dialogue, Together With A Base
Design On Our Hero, Which Must Be Detested By Every Lover Of
Greatness.
Thus Did This Dialogue (Which, Though We Have Termed It
Matrimonial, Had Indeed Very Little Savour Of The Sweets Of
Matrimony In It) Produce At Last A Resolution More Wise Than
Strictly Pious, And Which, If They Could Have Rigidly Adhered To
Book 3 Chapter 8 Pg 112It, Might Have Prevented Some Unpleasant Moments As Well To Our
Hero As To His Serene Consort; But Their Hatred Was So Very Great
And Unaccountable That They Never Could Bear To See The Least
Composure In One Another's Countenance Without Attempting To
Ruffle It. This Set Them On So Many Contrivances To Plague And Vex
One Another, That, As Their Proximity Afforded Them Such Frequent
Opportunities Of Executing Their Malicious Purposes, They Seldom
Passed One Easy Or Quiet Day Together.
And This, Reader, And No Other, Is The Cause Of Those Many
Inquietudes Which Thou Must Have Observed To Disturb The Repose Of
Some Married Couples Who Mistake Implacable Hatred For
Indifference; For Why Should Corvinus, Who Lives In A Round Of
Intrigue, And Seldom Doth, And Never Willingly Would, Dally With
His Wife, Endeavour To Prevent Her From The Satisfaction Of An
Intrigue In Her Turn? Why Doth Camilla Refuse A More Agreeable
Invitation Abroad, Only To Expose Her Husband At His Own Table At
Home? In Short, To Mention No More Instances, Whence Can All The
Quarrels, And Jealousies, And Jars Proceed In People Who Have No
Love For Each Other, Unless From That Noble Passion Above
Mentioned, That Desire, According To My Lady Betty Modish, Of
Curing Each Other Of A Smile.
We Thought Proper To Give Our Reader A Short Taste Of The Domestic
State Of Our Hero, The Rather To Shew Him That Great Men Are
Subject To The Same Frailties And Inconveniences In Ordinary Life
With Little Men, And That Heroes Are Really Of The Same Species
With Other Human Creatures, Notwithstanding All The Pains They
Themselves Or Their Flatterers Take To Assert The Contrary; And
That They Differ Chiefly In The Immensity Of Their Greatness, Or,
As The Vulgar Erroneously Call It, Villany. Now, Therefore, That
We May Not Dwell Too Long On Low Scenes In A History Of The
Sublime Kind, We Shall Return To Actions Of A Higher Note And More
Suitable To Our Purpose.
When The Boy Hymen Had, With His Lighted Torch, Driven The Boy
Cupid Out Of Doors, That Is To Say, In Common Phrase, When The
Violence Of Mr. Wild's Passion (Or Rather Appetite) For The Chaste
Laetitia Began
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