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Honeywood. Heavens! was ever any thing more unfortunate! It is too much to be endured.
LOFTY. Unfortunate indeed! And yet can endure it, till you have opened the affair to her for me. Between ourselves, I think she likes me.
I'm not apt to boast, but I think she does.
HONEYWOOD. Indeed! But, do you know the person you apply to ?
Lofty. Yes, I know you are her friend and mine: that's enocgh. To you, therefore, I commit the success of my passion. I'll say no more, let friendship do the rest. I have only to add, that if at any time my little interest can be of service-but, hang it, I'll make no promises--you know my intereft, is yours at any time. No apologies, my friend, I'll not be answered, it shall be fo.
[Exit. HONEYWOOD. Open, generous, unsuspecting man ! He little thinks that I love her too; and with such an ardent 'passion !-But then it was ever but a vain and hopeless one; my torment, my persecution! What shall I do! Love, friendship, an hopeless paflion, a deserving friend! Love, that has been my tormentor; a friend, that has, perhaps, distressed himself, to serve me. It shall be so. Yes, I will discard the fondling hope from my bosom, and exert all my
influence in his favour. And yet to see her in the possession of another !--Insupportable! But then to betray a generous, trusting friend !- Worse, worse! Yes, I'm resolved. Let me but be the instrument of their happiness, and then quit a country, where I muft for ever despair of finding my
Enter OLIVIA, and GARNET, who carries a Mil
OLIVIA. Dear me, I wish this journey were over. No news of Jarvis yet? I believe the old peevish creature delays purely to vex me.
GARNET. Why, to be sure, madam, I did hear him say, a little snubbing, before marriage, would teach you to bear it the better afterwards.
OLIVIA. To be gone a full hour, though he had only to get a bill changed in the city! How provoking!
GARNET. I'll lay my life, Mr. Leontine, that had twice as much to do, is setting off by this time from his inn; and here you are left behind.
OLIVIA. Well, let us be prepared for his coming, however. Are you sure you have omitted nothing, Garnet ?
GARNET. Not a stick, madam – all's here. Yet I wish you could take the white and silver to be married in. It's the worst luck in the world, in any thing but white. I knew one Bett Stubbs, of our town, that was married in red; and,
as sure as eggs
eggs, the bridegroom and she had a miff before morning.
OLIVIA. No matter. I'm all impatience till we are out of the house.
GARNET. Bless me, madam, I had almost forgot the wed. ding-ring !- The sweet little thing I don't think it would go on my little finger. And what if I put in a gentleman's night-cap, in case of necessity, madam? But here's Jarvis.
OLIVIA. O, Jarvis, are you come at last? We have been ready this half hour. Now let's be going. Let us fly!
JARVIS. Aye, to Jericho; for we shall have no going to Scotland this bout, I fancy.
OLIVIA. How! What's the matter?
JARVIS. Money, money, is the matter, madam. We have got no money. What the plague do you send me
of your fool's errand for? My master's bill apon the city is not worth a rush. Here it is; Mrs. Garnet may pin up her hair with it.
OLIVIA. Undone! How could Honeywood serve us fo! What shall we do? Can't we go without it?
JARVIS. Go to Scotland without money! To Scotland without money! Lord how some people understand geography! We might as well fet fail for Patagonia upon a cork jacket.
OLIVIA. Such a disappointment! What a base insincere man was your master, to serve us in this manner : Is this his good nature ?
JARVIS. Nay, don't talk ill of my master, madam. I won't bear to hear any body talk ill of him but myself.
GARNET. Bless us! now I think on't, madam, you need not be under any uneasiness: I saw Mr. Leontine receive forty guineas from his father just before he set out, and he can't yet have left the inn. A short letter will reach him there.
OLIVIA. Well remember'd, Garnet; I'll write immediately. How's this! Bless me, my hand trembles so, I can't write a word. Do you write, Garnet; and, upon second thought, it will be better from you.
GARNET. Truly, madam, I write and indite but poorly. I never was kute at my larning. But I'll do what I can to please you. Let me see. All out of my own head, I suppose ?
OLIVIA. Whatever you please.
GARNET. (Writing.) Muster Croaker-Twenty guineas, madam?
OLIVIA. Aye, twenty will do.
GARNET. At the bar of the Talbot till callid for. Expedition-Will be blown up---All of a flame-Quick dispatch-Cupid, the little god of love-I conclude it, madam, with Cupid; I love to see a love-letter
end like poetry
OLIVIA. Well, well, what you please, any thing. But how shall we send it? I can trust none of the servants of this family.
GARNET. Odfo, madam, Mr. Honeywood's butler is in the next room : he's a dear, sweet man; he'll do any thing for me.
JARVIS He! the dog, he'll certainly commit some blunder. He's drunk and sober ten times a day.