The Old Bachelor: a Comedy by William Congreve
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[To them] BETTY, with Hoods and Looking-glass.
I can't tell, cousin; I believe we are equally concerned. But if you continue your humour, it won't be very entertaining. (I know she'd fain be persuaded to stay.) [Aside.] BELIN. I shall oblige you, in leaving you to the full and free enjoyment of that conversation you admire. BELIN. Let me see; hold the glass. Lard, I look wretchedly to- day! ARAM. Betty, why don't you help my cousin? [Putting on her hoods.] BELIN. Hold off your fists, and see that he gets a chair with a high roof, or a very low seat. Stay, come back here, you Mrs. Fidget--you are so ready to go to the footman. Here, take 'em all again, my mind's changed; I won't go. SCENE VI. ARAMINTA, BELINDA. ARAM. So, this I expected. You won't oblige me, then, cousin, and let me have all the company to myself? BELIN. No; upon deliberation, I have too much charity to trust you |
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