I’m sure she’s not your enemy in the affair.
| Joseph Surface |
Pray, Sir Peter, now oblige me. I am really too much affected by the subject we have been speaking of, to bestow a thought on my own concerns. The man who is entrusted with his friend’s distresses can never— |
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Reenter Servant. |
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Well, sir? |
| Servant |
Your brother, sir, is speaking to a gentleman in the street, and says he knows you are within. |
| Joseph Surface |
’Sdeath, blockhead, I’m not within—I’m out for the day. |
| Sir Peter |
Stay—hold—a thought has struck me:—you shall be at home. |
| Joseph Surface |
Well, well, let him up. — |
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Exit Servant. |
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He’ll interrupt Sir Peter, however. Aside. |
| Sir Peter |
Now, my good friend, oblige me, I entreat you. — Before Charles comes, let me conceal myself somewhere—then do you tax him on the point we have been talking, and his answer may satisfy me at once. |
| Joseph Surface |
Oh, fie, Sir Peter! would you have me join in so mean a trick?—to trepan my brother too? |
| Sir Peter |
Nay, you tell me you are sure he is innocent; if so, you do him the greatest service by giving him an opportunity to clear himself, and you will set my heart at rest. Come, you shall not refuse me: Going up. here behind the screen will be—Hey! what the devil! there seems to be one listener here already—I’ll swear I saw a petticoat! |
| Joseph Surface |
Ha! ha! ha! Well, this is ridiculous enough. I’ll tell you, Sir Peter, though I hold a man of intrigue to be a most despicable character, yet, you know, it does not follow that one is to be an absolute Joseph either! Hark’ee, ’tis a little French milliner—a silly rogue that plagues me;—and having some character to lose, on your coming, sir, she ran behind the screen. |
| Sir Peter |
Ah, Joseph! Joseph! Did I ever think that you—But, egad, she has overheard all I have been saying of my wife. |
| Joseph Surface |
Oh, ’t will never go any farther, you may depend upon it! |
| Sir Peter |
No! then, faith, let her hear it out.—Here’s a closet will do as well. |
| Joseph Surface |
Well, go in there. |
| Sir Peter |
Sly rogue! sly rogue! Goes into the closet. |
| Joseph Surface |
A narrow escape, indeed! and a curious situation I’m in, to part man and wife in this manner. |
| Lady Teazle |
Peeping. Couldn’t I steal off? |
| Joseph Surface |
Keep close, my angel! |
| Sir Peter |
Peeping. Joseph, tax him home. |
| Joseph Surface |
Back, my dear friend! |
| Lady Teazle |
Peeping. Couldn’t you lock Sir Peter in? |
| Joseph Surface |
Be still, my life! |
| Sir Peter |
Peeping. You’re sure the little milliner won’t blab? |
| Joseph Surface |
In, in, my dear Sir Peter!—’Fore Gad, I wish I had a key to the door. |
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Enter Charles Surface. |
| Charles Surface |
Holla! brother, what has been the matter? Your fellow would not let me up at first. What! have you had a Jew or a wench with you? |
| Joseph Surface |
Neither, brother, I assure you. |
| Charles Surface |
But what has made Sir Peter steal off? I thought he had been with you. |
| Joseph Surface |
He was, brother; but, hearing you were coming, he did not choose to stay. |
| Charles Surface |
What! was the old gentleman afraid I wanted to borrow money of him? |
| Joseph Surface |
No, sir: but I am sorry to find, Charles, you have lately given that worthy man grounds for great uneasiness. |
| Charles Surface |
Yes, they tell me I do that to a great many worthy men. — But how so, pray? |
| Joseph Surface |
To be plain with you, brother—he thinks you are endeavouring to gain Lady Teazle’s affections from him. |
| Charles Surface |
Who, I? O Lud! not I, upon my word. — Ha! ha! ha! ha! so the old fellow has found out that he has got a young wife, has he?—or, what is worse, Lady Teazle has found out she has an old husband? |
| Joseph Surface |
This is no subject to jest on, brother. He who can laugh— |
| Charles Surface |
True, true, as you were going to say—then, seriously, I never had the least idea of what you charge me with, upon my honour. |
| Joseph Surface |
Well, it will give Sir Peter great satisfaction to hear this. Raising his voice. |
| Charles Surface |
To be sure, I once thought the lady seemed to have taken a fancy to me; but, upon my soul, I never gave her the least encouragement. — Besides, you know my attachment to Maria. |
| Joseph Surface |
But sure, brother, even if Lady Teazle had betrayed the fondest partiality for you— |
| Charles Surface |
Why, look’ee, Joseph, I hope I shall never deliberately do a dishonourable action; but if a pretty woman was purposely to throw herself in my way—and that pretty woman married to a man old enough to be her father— |
| Joseph Surface |
Well! |
| Charles Surface |
Why, I believe I should be obliged to— |
| Joseph Surface |
What? |
| Charles Surface |
To borrow a little of your morality, that’s all. But, brother, do you know now that you surprise me exceedingly, by naming me with Lady Teazle; for, i’ faith, I always understood you were her favourite. |
| Joseph Surface |
Oh, for shame, Charles! This retort is foolish. |
| Charles Surface |
Nay, I swear I have seen you exchange such significant glances— |
| Joseph Surface |
Nay, nay, sir, this is no jest. |
| Charles Surface |
Egad, I’m serious! Don’t you remember one day, when I called here— |
| Joseph Surface |
Nay, prithee, Charles— |
| Charles Surface |
And found you together— |
| Joseph Surface |
Zounds, sir, I insist— |
| Charles Surface |
And another time when your servant— |
| Joseph Surface |
Brother, brother, a word with you. — Aside. Gad, I must stop him. |
| Charles Surface |
Informed, I say, that— |
| Joseph Surface |
Hush! I beg your pardon, but Sir Peter has overheard all we have been saying. I knew you would clear yourself, or I should not have consented. |
| Charles Surface |
How, Sir Peter! Where is he? |
| Joseph Surface |
Softly, there! Points to the closet. |
| Charles Surface |
Oh, ’fore Heaven, I’ll have him out. Sir Peter, come forth! |
| Joseph Surface |
No, no— |
| Charles Surface |
I say, Sir Peter, come into court. — Pulls in Sir Peter. What! my old guardian!—What! turn inquisitor, and take evidence incog? Oh, fie! Oh, fie! |
| Sir Peter |
Give me |