LordLoverule'sHouse.
Enter LordLoverule, and LadyArabella. He following her.
LadyAra.Well, look you, my Lord, I can bear it no longer; nothing still but about my faults, my faults! an agreeable subject truly!
LordLove.But, Madam, if you won't hear of your faults, how is it likely you shou'd ever mend 'em?
LadyAra.Why I don't intend to mend 'em. I can't mend 'em, I have told you so an hundred times; you know I have try'd to do it, over and over, and it hurts me so, I can't bear it. Why, don't you know, my Lord, that whenever (just to please you only) I have gone about to wean myself from a fault (one of my faults I mean that I love dearly) han't it put me so out of humour, you cou'd scarce endure the house with me?
LordLove.Look you, my dear, it is very true, that in weaning one's self from——
LadyAra.Weaning! why ay, don't you see, that even in weaning poor children from the nurse, it's almost the death of 'em? and don't you see your true religious people when they go about to wean themselves, and have solemn days of fasting and praying, on purpose to help them, does it not so disorder them, there's no coming near 'em? are they not as cross as the devil? and then they don't do the business neither; for next day their faults are just where they were the day before.
LordLove.But, Madam, can you think it a reasonable thing to be abroad till two o'clock in the morning, when you know I go to bed at eleven?
LadyAra.And can you think it a wise thing (to talk your own way now) to go to bed at eleven, when you know I am likely to disturb you by coming there at three?
LordLove.Well, the manner of womens living of late is insupportable, and some way or other——
LadyAra.It's to be mended, I suppose—Pray, my Lord, one word of fair argument: You complain of my late hours; I of your early ones; so far we are even, you'll allow; but which gives us the best figure in the eye of the polite world? my two o'clock speaks life, activity, spirit, and vigour; your eleven has a dull, drowsy, stupid, good-for-nothing sound with it. It favours much of a mechanic, who must get to bed betimes, that he may rise early to open his shop. Faugh!
LordLove.I thought to go to bed early and rise so, was ever esteem'd a right practice for all people.
LadyAra.Beasts do it.
LordLove.Fy, fy, Madam, fy; but 'tis not your ill hours alone disturb me; but the ill company who occasion those ill hours.
LadyAra.And pray what ill company may those be?
LordLove.Why, women that lose their money, and men that win it: especially when 'tis to be paid out of their husband's estate; or if that fail, and the creditor be a little pressing, the lady will, perhaps, be oblig'd to try if the gentleman instead of gold will accept of a trinket.
LadyAra.My Lord, you grow scurrilous, and you'll make me hate you. I'll have you to know, I keep company with the politest people in the town, and the assemblies I frequent are full of such.
LordLove.So are the churches now and then.
LadyAra.My friends frequent them often, as well as the assemblies.
LordLove.They wou'd do it oftener if a groom of the chamber there were allow'd to furnish cards and dice to the company.
LadyAra.You'd make a woman mad.
LordLove.You'd make a man a fool.
LadyAra.If Heav'n has made you otherwise, that won't be in my power.
LordLove.I'll try if I can prevent your making me a beggar at least.
LadyAra.A beggar! Crœsus! I'm out of patience—I won't come home 'till four to-morrow morning.
LordLove.I'll order the doors to be lock'd at twelve.
LadyAra.Then I won't come home till to-morrow night.
LordLove.Then you shall never come home again, Madam.
[Exit.
LadyAra.There he has knock'd me down: my father upon our marriage said, wives were come to that pass, he did not think it fit they shou'd be trusted with pin money, and so would not let this man settle one penny upon his poor wife, to serve her at a dead lift for separate maintenance.
EnterClarinda.
Clar.Good-morrow, Madam; how do you do to-day? you seem to be in a little fluster.
LadyAra.My Lord has been in one, and as I am the most complaisant poor creature in the world, I put myself into one too, purely to be suitable company to him.
Clar.You are prodigious good; but surely it must be mighty agreeable when a man and his wife can give themselves the same turn of conversation.
LadyAra.O, the prettiest thing in the world.
Clar.But yet, tho' I believe there's no life so happy as a marry'd one, in the main; yet I fancy, where two people are so very much together, they must often be in want of something to talk upon.
LadyAra.Clarinda, you are the most mistaken in the world; married people have things to talk of, child, that never enter into the imagination of others. Why now, here's my Lord and I, we han't been married above two short years you know, and we have already eight or ten things constantly in bank, that whenever we want company we can talk of any of them for two hours together, and the subject never the flatter. It will be as fresh next day, if we have occasion for it, as it was the first day it entertained us.
Clar.Why that must be wonderful pretty.
LadyAra.O there's no life like it. This very day now for example, my Lord and I, after a pretty cheerfultête à têtedinner, sat down by the fire-side, in an idle, indolent, pick-tooth way for a while, as if we had not thought of one another's being in the room. At last, stretching himself, and yawning twice, my dear, says he, you came home very late last night. 'Twas but two in the morning, says I. I was in bed (yawning) by eleven, says he. So you are every night, says I. Well, says he, I'm amazed how you can sit up so late. How can you be amazed, says I, at a thing that happens so often? Upon which we enter'd into conversation. And tho' this is a point has entertain'd us above fifty times already, we always find so many pretty new things to say upon't, that I believe in my soul it will last as long as we live.
Clar.But in such sort of family dialogues, tho' extremely well for passing of time, don't there now and then enter some little sort of bitterness?
LadyAra.O yes; which don't do amiss at all; a little something that's sharp, moderates the extreme sweetness of matrimonial society, which would else perhaps be cloying. Tho' to tell you the truth,Clarinda, I think we squeezed a little too much lemon into it this bout; for it grew so sour at last, that I think I almost told him he was a fool; and he talkt something oddly of turning me out of doors.
Clar.O, but have a care of that.
LadyAra.Why, to be serious,Clarinda, what wou'd you have a woman do in my case? There is no one thing he can do in the world to please me——Except giving me money; and that he is grown weary of; and I at the same time, partly by nature, and partly perhaps by keeping the best company, do with my soul love almost every thing that he hates; I dote upon assemblies, adore masquerades, my heart bounds at a ball; I love a play to distraction, cards inchant me, and dice—put me out of my little wits—Dear, dear hazard, what music there is in the rattle of the dice, compared to a sleepy opera! Do you ever play at hazard,Clarinda?
Clar.Never; I don't think it fits well upon women; it's very masculine, and has too much of a rake; you see how it makes the men swear and curse. Sure it must incline the women to do the same too if they durst give way to it.
LadyAra.So it does; but hitherto for a little decency, we keep it in; and when in spite of our teeth, an oath gets into our mouths, we swallow it.
Clar.That's enough to burst you; but in time perhaps you'll let 'em fly as they do.
LadyAra.Why, 'tis probable we may, for the pleasure of all polite womens lives now, you know, is founded upon entire liberty to do what they will. But shall I tell you what happened t'other night? having lost all my money but ten melancholy guineas, and throwing out for them, what do you think slipt from me?
Clar.An oath?
LadyAra.Gud soons!
Clar.O Lord! O Lord! did not it frighten you out of your wits?
LadyAra.Clarinda, I thought a gun had gone off.—But I forget you are a prude, and design to live soberly.
Clar.Why 'tis true; both my nature and education, do in a good degree incline me that way.
LadyAra.Well, surely to be sober is to be terribly dull. You will marry; won't you?
Clar.I can't tell but I may.
LadyAra.And you'll live in town?
Clar.Half the year, I should like it very well.
LadyAra.And you wou'd live inLondonhalf a year, to be sober in it?
Clar.Yes.
LadyAra.Why can't you as well go and be sober in the country?
Clar.So I wou'd the other half year.
LadyAra.And pray what pretty scheme of life wou'd you form now, for your summer and winter sober entertainments?
Clar.A scheme that I think might very well content us.
LadyAra.Let's hear it.
Clar.I cou'd in summer pass my time very agreeably, in riding soberly, in walking soberly, in sitting under a tree soberly, in gardening soberly, in reading soberly, in hearing a little music soberly, in conversing with some agreeable friends soberly, in working soberly, in managing my family and children (if I had any) soberly, and possibly by these means I might induce my husband to be as sober as myself.
LadyAra.Well,Clarinda, thou art a most contemptible creature. But let's have the sober town scheme too, for I am charm'd with the country one.
Clar.You shall, and I'll try to stick to my sobriety there too.
LadyAra.If you do, you'll make me sick of you. But let's hear it however.
Clar.I wou'd entertain myself in observing the new fashion soberly, I wou'd please myself in new clothes soberly, I wou'd divert myself with agreeable friends at home and abroad soberly. I wou'd play at quadrille soberly, I wou'd go to court soberly, I wou'd go to some plays soberly, I wou'd go to operas soberly, and I think I cou'd go once, or, if I lik'd my company, twice to a masquerade, soberly.
LadyAra.If it had not been for that last piece of sobriety, I was going to call for some surfeit-water.
Clar.Why, don't you think, that with the further aid of breakfasting, dining, supping and sleeping (not to say a word of devotion) the four and twenty hours might roll over in a tolerable manner?
LadyAra.How I detest that word, Tolerable! And so will a country relation of ours that's newly come to town, or I'm mistaken.
Clar.Who is that?
LadyAra.Even my dear LadyHeadpiece.
Clar.Is she come?
LadyAra.Yes, her sort of a tolerable husband has gotten to be chosen parliament-man at some simple townor other, upon which she has persuaded him to bring her and her folks up toLondon.
Clar.That's good; I think she was never here before.
LadyAra.Not since she was nine years old; but she has had an outrageous mind to it ever since she was marry'd.
Clar.Then she'll make the most of it, I suppose, now she is come.
LadyAra.Depend upon that.
Clar.We must go and visit her.
LadyAra.By all means; and may be you'll have a mind to offer her your tolerable scheme for herLondondiversion this winter; if you do, mistress, I'll shew her mine too, and you'll see she'll so despise you and adore me, that if I do but chirrup to her, she'll hop after me like a tame sparrow, the town round. But there's your admirer I see coming in, I'll oblige him and leave you to receive part of his visit, while I step up to write a letter. Besides, to tell you the truth, I don't like him half so well as I used to do; he falls off of late from being the company he was, in our way. In short, I think he's growing to be a little like my lord.
[Exit.
Enter SirCharles.
SirCharles. Madam, your servant; they told me LadyArabellawas here.
Clar.She's only stept up to write a letter, she'll come down presently.
SirCharles. Why, does she write letters? I thought she had never time for't: pray how may she have dispos'd of the rest of the day?
Clar.A good deal as usual; she has visits to make 'till six; she's then engag'd to the play, from that 'till court-time, she's to be at cards at Mrs.Idle's; after the drawing-room, she takes a short supper with LadyHazard, and from thence they go together to the assembly.
SirCharles. And are you to do all this with her?
Clar.The visits and the play, no more.
SirCharles. And how can you forbear all the rest?
Clar.'Tis easy to forbear, what we are not very fond of.
SirCharles. I han't found it so. I have past much of my life in this hurry of the ladies, yet was never so pleas'd as when I was at quiet without 'em.
Clar.What then induc'd you to be with 'em?
SirCharles. Idleness and the fashion.
Clar.No mistresses in the case?
SirCharles. To speak honestly, yes. When one is in a toyshop, there was no forbearing the baubles; so I was perpetually engaging with some coquet or other, whom I cou'd love perhaps just enough to put it into her power to plague me.
Clar.Which power I suppose she sometimes made use of.
SirCharles. The amours of a coquet, Madam, general'y mean nothing farther; I look upon them and prudes to be nuisances much alike, tho' they seem very different; the first are always disturbing the men, and the latter always abusing the women.
Clar.And all I think is to establish the character of being virtuous.
SirCharles. That is, being chaste they mean, for they know no other virtue; therefore indulge themselves in every thing else that's vicious; they (against nature) keep their chastity, only because they find more pleasure in doing mischief with it, than they shou'd have in parting with it. But, Madam, if both these characters are so odious, how highly to be valued is that woman, who can attain all they aim at, without the aid of the folly or vice of either!
Enter LadyArabella.
LadyAra.Your servant, Sir. I won't ask your pardon for leaving you alone a little with a lady that I know shares so much of your good opinion.
SirCharles. I wish, Madam, she cou'd think my good opinion of value enough, to afford me a small part in hers.
LadyAra.I believe, Sir, every woman who knows she has a place in a fine gentleman's good opinion, will be glad to give him one in hers, if she can. But howeveryou two may stand in one another's, you must take another time, if you desire to talk farther about it, or we shan't have enough to make our visits in; and so your servant, Sir. Come,Clarinda.
SirCharles. I'll stay and make my Lord a visit, if you will give me leave.
LadyAra.You have my leave, Sir, tho' you were a Lady.
[Exit withClar.
Enter LordLoverule.
LordLove.SirCharles, your servant; what, have the ladies left you?
SirCharles. Yes, and the ladies in general I hope will leave me too.
LordLove.Why so?
SirCharles. That I mayn't be put to the ill manners of leaving them first.
LordLove.Do you then already find your gallantry inclining to an ebb?
SirCharles. 'Tis not that I am yet old enough to justify myself in an idle retreat, but I have got I think a sort of surfeit on me, that lessens much the force of female charms.
LordLove.Have you then been so glutted with their favours?
SirCharles. Not with their favours, but with their service; it is unmerciful. I once thought myself a tolerable time-killer; I drank, I play'd, I intrigu'd, and yet I had hours enough for reasonable uses; but he that will list himself a lady's man of mettle now, she'll work him so at cards and dice, she won't afford him time enough to play with her at any thing else, though she herself should have a tolerable good mind to it.
LordLove.And so the disorderly lives they lead, incline you to a reform of your own.
SirCharles. 'Tis true; for bad examples (if they are but bad enough) give us as useful reflections as good ones do.
LordLove.'Tis pity any thing that's bad, shou'd come from women.
SirCharles. 'Tis so, indeed, and there was a happy time, when both you and I thought there never could.
LordLove.Our early first conceptions of them, I well remember, were that they never could be vicious, nor never could be old.
SirCharles. We thought so then; the beauteous form we saw them cast in, seem'd design'd a habitation for no vice, nor no decay; all I had conceiv'd of angels, I conceiv'd of them; true, tender, gentle, modest, generous, constant, I thought was writ in every feature; and in my devotions, Heaven, how did I adore thee, that blessings like them should be the portion of such poor inferior creatures as I took myself and all men else (compared with them) to be!—but where's that adoration now?
LordLove.'Tis with such fond young fools as you and I were then.
SirCharles. And with such it will ever be.
LordLove.Ever. The pleasure is so great, in believing women to be what we wish them, that nothing but a long and sharp experience can ever make us think them otherwise. That experience, friend, both you and I have had, but yours has been at other mens expence; mine——at my own.
SirCharles. Perhaps you'd wonder, shou'd you find me dispos'd to run the risque of that experience too.
LordLove.I shou'd, indeed.
SirCharles. And yet 'tis possible I may; I know at least, I still have so much of my early folly left, to think, there's yet one woman fit to make a wife of: How far such a one can answer the charms of a mistress, marry'd men are silent in, so pass——for that I'd take my chance; but cou'd she make a home easy to her partner, by letting him find there a chearful companion, an agreeable intimate, a useful assistant, a faithful friend, and (in its time perhaps) a tender mother, such change of life, from what I lead, seems not unwise to think of.
LordLove.Nor unwise to purchase, if to be had for millions, but——
SirCharles. But what?
LordLove.If the reverse of this shou'd chance to be the bitter disappointment, what wou'd the life be then?
SirCharles. A damn'd one.
LordLove.And what relief?
SirCharles. A short one; leave it, and return to that you left, if you can't find a better.
LordLove.He says right—that's the remedy, and a just one——for if I sell my liberty for gold, and I am foully paid in brass, shall I be held to keep the bargain?
[Aside..
SirCharles. What are you thinking of?
LordLove.Of what you have said.
SirCharles. And was it well said?
LordLove.I begin to think it might.
SirCharles. Think on, 'twill give you ease——the man who has courage enough to part with a wife need not much dread the having one; and he that has not, ought to tremble at being a husband——But perhaps I have said too much; you'll pardon however the freedom of an old friend, because you know I am so; so your servant.
[Exit.
LordLove.Charles, farewell, I can take nothing as ill-meant that comes from you. Nor ought my wife to think I mean amiss to her; if I convince her I'll endure no longer that she would thus expose herself and me. No doubt 'twill grieve her sorely. Physick's a loathsome thing, 'till we find it gives us health, and then we are thankful to those who made us take it. Perhaps she may do so by me, if she does, 'tis well; if not, and she resolves to make the house ring with reprisals: I believe (tho' the misfortune's great) he'll make a better figure in the world, who keeps an ill wife out of doors, than he that keeps her within.