The Old Bachelor: a Comedy by William Congreve
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but a kind of mongrel cur's trick. Well, are you for the Mall?
VAIN. No; she will be there this evening. Yes, I will go too, and she shall see her error in - SHARP. In her choice, I-gad. But thou canst not be so great a brute as to slight her. VAIN. I should disappoint her if I did not. By her management I should think she expects it. All naturally fly what does pursue: 'Tis fit men should be coy when women woo. SCENE VI. A Room in Fondlewife's House. A SERVANT introducing BELLMOUR, in fanatic habit, with a patch upon one eye and a book in his hand. SERV. Here's a chair, sir, if you please to repose yourself. My mistress is coming, sir. BELL. Secure in my disguise I have out-faced suspicion and even dared discovery. This cloak my sanctity, and trusty Scarron's novels my prayer-book; methinks I am the very picture of Montufar in the Hypocrites. Oh! she comes. |
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