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The Double-Dealer, a comedy by William Congreve
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disagreeable as to sing out of time or out of tune.

LORD FROTH. Hee, hee, hee, right; and then, my Lady Whifler is so
ready--she always comes in three bars too soon. And then, what do
they laugh at? For you know laughing without a jest is as
impertinent, hee! as, as -

CYNT. As dancing without a fiddle.

LORD FROTH. Just i'faith, that was at my tongue's end.

CYNT. But that cannot be properly said of them, for I think they
are all in good nature with the world, and only laugh at one
another; and you must allow they have all jests in their persons,
though they have none in their conversation.

LORD FROTH. True, as I'm a person of honour. For heaven's sake let
us sacrifice 'em to mirth a little. [Enter BOY and whispers SIR
PAUL.]

SIR PAUL. Gads so.--Wife, wife, my Lady Plyant, I have a word.

LADY PLYANT. I'm busy, Sir Paul, I wonder at your impertinence.

CARE. Sir Paul, harkee, I'm reasoning the matter you know. Madam,
if your ladyship please, we'll discourse of this in the next room.

SIR PAUL. O ho, I wish you good success, I wish you good success.
Boy, tell my lady, when she has done, I would speak with her below.

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