MRS. FRAIL, MRS. FORESIGHT.
MRS. FRAIL. O sister, had you come a minute sooner, you would have seen
the resolution of a lover:—honest Tar and I are parted;—and with the same
indifference that we met. O’ my life I am half vexed at the
insensibility of a brute that I despised.
MRS. FORE. What then, he bore it most heroically?
MRS. FRAIL. Most tyrannically; for you see he has got the start of me,
and I, the poor forsaken maid, am left complaining on the shore. But
I’ll tell you a hint that he has given me: Sir Sampson is enraged, and
talks desperately of committing matrimony himself. If he has a mind to
throw himself away, he can’t do it more effectually than upon me, if we
could bring it about.
MRS. FORE. Oh, hang him, old fox, he’s too cunning; besides, he hates
both you and me. But I have a project in my head for you, and I have
gone a good way towards it. I have almost made a bargain with Jeremy,
Valentine’s man, to sell his master to us.
MRS. FRAIL. Sell him? How?
MRS. FORE. Valentine raves upon Angelica, and took me for her, and
Jeremy says will take anybody for her that he imposes on him. Now, I
have promised him mountains, if in one of his mad fits he will bring you
to him in her stead, and get you married together and put to bed
together; and after consummation, girl, there’s no revoking. And if he
should recover his senses, he’ll be glad at least to make you a good
settlement. Here they come: stand aside a little, and tell me how you
like the design.