Book-bot.com - read famous books online for free

The Double-Dealer, a comedy by William Congreve
page 134 of 139 (96%)
LADY FROTH. Well, I swear, Mr. Brisk, you understood astronomy like
an old Egyptian.

BRISK. Not comparably to your ladyship; you are the very Cynthia of
the skies, and queen of stars.

LADY FROTH. That's because I have no light but what's by reflection
from you, who are the sun.

BRISK. Madam, you have eclipsed me quite, let me perish. I can't
answer that.

LADY FROTH. No matter. Hark 'ee, shall you and I make an almanac
together?

BRISK. With all my soul. Your ladyship has made me the man in't
already, I'm so full of the wounds which you have given.

LADY FROTH. O finely taken! I swear now you are even with me. O
Parnassus, you have an infinite deal of wit.

SIR PAUL. So he has, gads-bud, and so has your ladyship.


SCENE XXII.


[To them] LADY PLYANT, CARELESS, CYNTHIA.

LADY PLYANT. You tell me most surprising things; bless me, who
DigitalOcean Referral Badge