The Double-Dealer, a comedy by William Congreve
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BRISK. My Lady Froth! Your ladyship's most humble servant. The
matter, madam? Nothing, madam, nothing at all, egad. I was fallen into the most agreeable amusement in the whole province of contemplation: that's all--(I'll seem to conceal my passion, and that will look like respect.) [Aside.] LADY FROTH. Bless me, why did you call out upon me so loud? BRISK. O Lord, I, madam! I beseech your ladyship--when? LADY FROTH. Just now as I came in, bless me, why, don't you know it? BRISK. Not I, let me perish. But did I? Strange! I confess your ladyship was in my thoughts; and I was in a sort of dream that did in a manner represent a very pleasing object to my imagination, but- -but did I indeed?--To see how love and murder will out. But did I really name my Lady Froth? LADY FROTH. Three times aloud, as I love letters. But did you talk of love? O Parnassus! Who would have thought Mr. Brisk could have been in love, ha, ha, ha. O heavens, I thought you could have no mistress but the Nine Muses. BRISK. No more I have, egad, for I adore 'em all in your ladyship. Let me perish, I don't know whether to be splenetic, or airy upon't; the deuce take me if I can tell whether I am glad or sorry that your ladyship has made the discovery. LADY FROTH. O be merry by all means. Prince Volscius in love! Ha, |
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