epub:type="z3998:persona">Lady Sneerwell
This, indeed, might have assisted. |
| Joseph Surface |
Come, come; it is not too late yet.—Knocking at the door. But hark! this is probably my uncle, Sir Oliver: retire to that room; we’ll consult farther when he is gone. |
| Lady Sneerwell |
Well, but if he should find you out, too? |
| Joseph Surface |
Oh, I have no fear of that. Sir Peter will hold his tongue for his own credit’s sake—and you may depend on it I shall soon discover Sir Oliver’s weak side! |
| Lady Sneerwell |
I have no diffidence of your abilities: only be constant to one roguery at a time. |
| Joseph Surface |
I will, I will!— |
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Exit Lady Sneerwell. |
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So! ’tis confounded hard, after such bad fortune, to be baited by one’s confederate in evil. Well, at all events, my character is so much better than Charles’s, that I certainly—hey!—what—this is not Sir Oliver, but old Stanley again. Plague on’t that he should return to tease me just now! I shall have Sir Oliver come and find him here— |
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Enter Sir Oliver Surface. |
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Gad’s life, Mr. Stanley, why have you come back to plague me at this time? You must not stay now, upon my word. |
| Sir Oliver |
Sir, I hear your uncle Oliver is expected here, and though he has been so penurious to you, I’ll try what he’ll do for me. |
| Joseph Surface |
Sir, ’tis impossible for you to stay now, so I must beg—come any other time, and I promise you you shall be assisted. |
| Sir Oliver |
No: Sir Oliver and I must be acquainted. |
| Joseph Surface |
Zounds, sir! then I insist on your quitting the room directly. |
| Sir Oliver |
Nay, sir— |
| Joseph Surface |
Sir, I insist on’t!—Here, William! show this gentleman out. Since you compel me, sir, not one moment—this is such insolence. Going to push him out. |
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Enter Charles Surface. |
| Charles Surface |
Heyday! what’s the matter now? What the devil, have you got hold of my little broker here? Zounds, brother, don’t hurt little Premium. What’s the matter, my little fellow? |
| Joseph Surface |
So! he has been with you too, has he? |
| Charles Surface |
To be sure, he has. Why, he’s as honest a little—But sure, Joseph, you have not been borrowing money too, have you? |
| Joseph Surface |
Borrowing! no! But, brother, you know we expect Sir Oliver here every— |
| Charles Surface |
O Gad, that’s true! Noll mustn’t find the little broker here, to be sure. |
| Joseph Surface |
Yet Mr. Stanley insists— |
| Charles Surface |
Stanley! why his name’s Premium. |
| Joseph Surface |
No, sir, Stanley. |
| Charles Surface |
No, no, Premium. |
| Joseph Surface |
Well, no matter which—but— |
| Charles Surface |
Ay, ay, Stanley or Premium, ’tis the same thing, as you say; for I suppose he goes by half a hundred names, besides A. B. at the coffeehouse. Knocking. |
| Joseph Surface |
’Sdeath! here’s Sir Oliver at the door. — Now I beg, Mr. Stanley— |
| Charles Surface |
Ay, ay, and I beg Mr. Premium— |
| Sir Oliver |
Gentlemen— |
| Joseph Surface |
Sir, by Heaven you shall go! |
| Charles Surface |
Ay, out with him, certainly! |
| Sir Oliver |
This violence— |
| Joseph Surface |
Sir, ’tis your own fault. |
| Charles Surface |
Out with him, to be sure. Both forcing Sir Oliver out. |
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Enter Sir Peter and Lady Teazle, Maria, and Rowley. |
| Sir Peter |
My old friend, Sir Oliver—hey! What in the name of wonder—here are dutiful nephews—assault their uncle at a first visit! |
| Lady Teazle |
Indeed, Sir Oliver, ’twas well we came in to rescue you. |
| Rowley |
Truly it was; for I perceive, Sir Oliver, the character of old Stanley was no protection to you. |
| Sir Oliver |
Nor of Premium either: the necessities of the former could not extort a shilling from that benevolent gentleman; and with the other I stood a chance of faring worse than my ancestors, and being knocked down without being bid for. |
| Joseph Surface |
Charles! |
| Charles Surface |
Joseph! |
| Joseph Surface |
’T is now complete! |
| Charles Surface |
Very. |
| Sir Oliver |
Sir Peter, my friend, and Rowley too—look on that elder nephew of mine. You know what he has already received from my bounty; and you also know how gladly I would have regarded half my fortune as held in trust for him: judge then my disappointment in discovering him to be destitute of truth, charity, and gratitude! |
| Sir Peter |
Sir Oliver, I should be more surprised at this declaration, if I had not myself found him to be mean, treacherous, and hypocritical. |
| Lady Teazle |
And if the gentleman pleads not guilty to these, pray let him call me to his character. |
| Sir Peter |
Then, I believe, we need add no more: if he knows himself, he will consider it as the most perfect punishment that he is known to the world. |
| Charles Surface |
If they talk this way to Honesty, what will they say to me, by and by? Aside. |
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Sir Peter, Lady Teazle, and Maria retire. |
| Sir Oliver |
As for that prodigal, his brother there— |
| Charles Surface |
Ay, now comes my turn: the damned family pictures will ruin me! Aside. |
| Joseph Surface |
Sir Oliver—uncle, will you honour me with a hearing? |
| Charles Surface |
Now, if Joseph would make one of his long speeches, I might recollect myself a little. Aside. |
| Sir Oliver |
I suppose you would undertake to justify yourself entirely? To Joseph Surface. |
| Joseph Surface |
I trust I could. |
| Sir Oliver |
To Charles Surface. Well, sir!—and you could justify yourself too, I suppose? |
| Charles Surface |
Not that I know of, Sir Oliver. |
| Sir Oliver |
What! Little Premium has been let too much into the secret, I suppose? |
| Charles Surface |
True, sir; but they were family secrets, and should not be mentioned again, you know. |
| Rowley |
Come, Sir Oliver, I know you cannot speak of Charles’s follies with anger. |
| Sir Oliver |
Odds heart, no more I can; nor with gravity either. — Sir Peter, do you know the rogue bargained with me for all his ancestors; sold me judges and generals by the foot, and maiden aunts as cheap as broken china. |
| Charles Surface |
To be sure, Sir Oliver, I did make a little free with the family canvas, that’s the truth on’t. My ancestors may rise in judgment against me, there’s no denying it; but believe me sincere when I tell you—and upon my soul I would |