JERE. Ay, sir; she’s just going to the place of appointment. Ah, sir,
if you are not very faithful and close in this business, you’ll certainly
be the death of a person that has a most extraordinary passion for your
honour’s service.
TATT. Ay, who’s that?
JERE. Even my unworthy self, sir. Sir, I have had an appetite to be fed
with your commands a great while; and now, sir, my former master having
much troubled the fountain of his understanding, it is a very plausible
occasion for me to quench my thirst at the spring of your bounty. I
thought I could not recommend myself better to you, sir, than by the
delivery of a great beauty and fortune into your arms, whom I have heard
you sigh for.
TATT. I’ll make thy fortune; say no more. Thou art a pretty fellow, and
canst carry a message to a lady, in a pretty soft kind of phrase, and
with a good persuading accent.
JERE. Sir, I have the seeds of rhetoric and oratory in my head: I have
been at Cambridge.
TATT. Ay; ’tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an university:
but the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman. I hope you
are secret in your nature: private, close, ha?
JERE. Oh, sir, for that, sir, ’tis my chief talent: I’m as secret as the
head of Nilus.
TATT. Ay? Who’s he, though? A privy counsellor?
JERE. O ignorance! [_Aside_.] A cunning Egyptian, sir, that with his
arms would overrun the country, yet nobody could ever find out his
head-quarters.
TATT. Close dog! A good whoremaster, I warrant him:—the time draws
nigh, Jeremy. Angelica will be veiled like a nun, and I must be hooded
like a friar, ha, Jeremy?
JERE. Ay, sir; hooded like a hawk, to seize at first sight upon the
quarry. It is the whim of my master’s madness to be so dressed, and she
is so in love with him she’ll comply with anything to please him. Poor
lady, I’m sure she’ll have reason to pray for me, when she finds what a
happy exchange she has made, between a madman and so accomplished a
gentleman.
TATT. Ay, faith, so she will, Jeremy: you’re a good friend to her, poor
creature. I swear I do it hardly so much in consideration of myself as
compassion to her.
JERE. ’Tis an act of charity, sir, to save a fine woman with thirty
thousand pound from throwing herself away.
TATT. So ’tis, faith; I might have saved several others in my time, but,
i’gad, I could never find in my heart to marry anybody before.
JERE. Well, sir, I’ll go and tell her my master’s coming, and meet you
in half a quarter of an hour with your disguise at your own lodgings.
You must talk a little madly: she won’t distinguish the tone of your
voice.
TATT. No, no; let me alone for a counterfeit. I’ll be ready for you.
SCENE IV.
TATTLE, MISS PRUE.
MISS. O Mr. Tattle, are you here? I’m glad I have found you; I have
been looking up and down for you like anything, till I’m as tired as
anything in the world.
TATT. Oh, pox, how shall I get rid of this foolish girl? [_Aside_.]
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