The Double-Dealer, a comedy by William Congreve
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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 |
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