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I assure you, Sir, I have not been backward, on all such occasions, to blazon forth your merit, and to make her sensible how advantageous a match you will be to her ?
Love. You did very well, and I am obliged to you. Lap. But, Sir, I have a small favour to ask of you ;--I have a lawsuit depending, which I am on the very brink of losing, for want of a little money; [He looks gravely] and you could easily procure my success, if you had the least friendship for me.-You can't imagine, Sir, the pleasure she takes in talking of you: [He looks pleased] Ah! How you will delight her, how your venerable mien will charm her! She will never be able to withstand you. But indeed, Sir, this lawsuit will be a terrible consequence to me: [He looks grave again] I am ruined if I lose it; which a very small matter might prevent-ah! Sir, had you but seen the raptures with which she heard me talk of you. [He resumes his gaiety] How pleasure sparkled in her eyes at the recital of your good qualities! In short, to discover a secret to you, which I promised to conceal, I have worked up her imagination till she is downright impatient of having the match concluded.
Love. Lappet, you have acted a very friendly part; and Fown that I have all the obligations in the world to you..
Lap. I beg you would give me this little assistance, Sir: [He looks serious] It will set me on my feet, and I shall be eternally obliged to you.
Love. Farewell; I'll go and finish my despatches. Lap. I assure you, Sir, you could never assist me in a greater necessity.
Love. I must give some orders about a particular affair. Lap. I would not importune you, Sir, if I was not forced by the last extremity.
Love. I expect the tailor, about turning my coat :-don't you think this coat will look well enough turned, and with new buttons, for a wedding suit?
Lap. For pity's sake, Sir, don't refuse me this small favour I shall be undone, indeed, Sir. If it were but so small a matter as ten pounds, Sir
Love. I think I hear the tailor's voice.
Lap. If it were but five pounds, Sir; but three pounds, Sir; nay, Sir, a single guinea would be of service for a day [As he offers to go out on either side, he intercepts
Love. I must go, I can't stay -hark, there! Somebody calls me I am very much obliged to you, indeed; I am very much obliged to you. [Exit.
Lap. Go to the devil, like a covetous good for nothing villain as you are. Ramilie is in the right; however, shall not quit the affair; for though I get nothing out of him, I am sure of my reward from the other side.
VI.-Cardinal Wolsey and Cromwell.
Wol. FAREWELL, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, nips his shootAnd then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, These many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth; my high blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye! I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet regard of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war or women have And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir.
At my misfortunes? Can thy spirit wonder
Crom. How does your Grace?
Wol. Why, well;
Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.
I know myself now, and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities;
A still and quiet conscience. The king has eas'd me
These ruined pillars, out of pity taken
Crom. I'm glad your Grace has made that right use of it.
Crom. The heaviest and the worst
Is your displeasure with the king.
Wol. God bless him!
Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen Lord Chancellor in your place.
Wol. That's somewhat sudden
But he's a learned man. May he continue
Crom. That Cranmer is returned with welcome
Crom. Last, that the lady Anne,
Whom the king hath in secrecy long married,
Wol. There was the weight that pulled me down: 0 Cromwell!
The king has gone beyond me; all my glories
No sun shall ever usher forth my honours,
Or gild again the noble troops that waited
(I know his noble nature) not to let
Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell;
Neglect him not; make use now and provide
Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego
king shall have my service; but my prayers, For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Wol. Cromwell-I did not think to shed a tear
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just and fear not.
Thy God's, and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell.
There take an inventory of all I have ;
To the last penny, 'tis the king's. My robe,
I dare now call my own. Oh, Cromwell, Cromwell!
Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal
I serv'd my king-he would not in mine age
Crom. Good Sir, have patience.
The hopes of court! My hopes in heaven do dwell
VII.-Sir Charles and Lady Racket.
Lady R. O LA! I'm quite fatigued-I can hardly move
-I don't love you,
Lady R. No. Dear me! This glove! Why don't you help me off with my glove? Pshaw! You awkward thing; let it alone; you an't fit to be about me. Reach me a chair-you have no compassion for me I am so glad to sit down-Why do you drag me to routs ?-You know I hate 'em.
Sir C. Oh! There's no existing, no breathing, unless one does as other people of fashion do.
Lady R. But I'm out of humour-I lost all my money.
Lady R. Three hundred.
Sir C. Never fret for that-I don't value three hundred pounds, to contribute to your happiness.
Lady R. Don't you? Not value three hundred pounds to please me?
Sir C. You know I don't.
Lady R. Ah! You fond fool!-But I hate gaming-It almost metamorphoses a woman into a fury.-Do you know that I was frightened at myself several times to-night? I had a huge oath at the very tip of my tongue.
Sir C. Had you?
Lady R. I caught myself at it-and so I bit my lips. And then I was crammed up in a corner of the room, with such a strange party, at a whist table, looking at black and red spots-Did you mind 'em?
Sir C. You know I was busy elsewhere.
Lady R. There was that strange unaccountable woman, Mrs. Nightshade. She behaved so strangely to her husband -a poor, inoffensive, good-natured, good sort of a good for nothing kind of a man.-But she so teased him" How Could you play that card? Ah, you've a head, and so has a pin.-You're a numskull, you know you are-Ma'am he's the poorest head in the world; he does not know what he is about; you know you don't-Ah, fie! I'm ashamed of you !"
Sir C. She has served to divert you, I see. Lady R. And then to crown allClackit, who runs on with an eternal volubility of nothing,
-there was my lady