Scarborough and the Critic by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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circumstanced. I came here a month ago to meet the lady you
mention; but she failing in her promise, I, partly from pique and partly from idleness, have been diverting my chagrin by offering up incense to the beauties of Amanda, our friend Loveless's wife. _Fash_. I never have seen her, but have heard her spoken of as a youthful wonder of beauty and prudence. _Col. Town_. She is so indeed; and, Loveless being too careless and insensible of the treasure he possesses, my lodging in the same house has given me a thousand opportunities of making my assiduities acceptable; so that, in less than a fortnight, I began to bear my disappointment from the widow with the most Christian resignation. _Fash_. And Berinthia has never appeared? _Col. Town_. Oh, there's the perplexity! for, just as I began not to care whether I ever saw her again or not, last night she arrived. _Fash_. And instantly resumed her empire. _Col. Town_. No, faith--we met--but, the lady not condescending to give me any serious reasons for having fooled me for a month, I left her in a huff. _Fash_. Well, well, I'll answer for it she'll soon resume her power, especially as friendship will prevent your pursuing the other too far.--But my coxcomb of a brother is an admirer of Amanda's too, is he? _Col. Town_. Yes, and I believe is most heartily despised by her. But come with me, and you shall see her and your old friend Loveless. Fash. I must pay my respects to his lordship--perhaps you can direct me to his lodgings. _Col. Town._ Come with me; I shall pass by it. |
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