Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh, volume the firstVanbrugh, John
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Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh, volume the first
Vanbrugh, John
Comedy plays; English drama -- 18th century; English drama -- Restoration, 1660-1700
_Madam._ Den take your Scarf and your Mask, and go to de Rendezvous. De
_Frense_ Laty do _justement comme ça_.
_Lady Fan._ Rendezvous! What, rendezvous with a Man, _Madamoiselle_!
Madam. _Eh, pourquoy non?_
_Lady Fan._ What, and a Man perhaps I never saw in my Life?
Madam. _Tant mieux: c'est donc quelque chose de nouveau._
_Lady Fan._ Why, how do I know what Designs he may have? He may intend
to ravish me, for aught I know.
_Madam._ Ravish!--_Bagatelle_. I would fain see one impudent Rogue
ravish _Madamoiselle: Ouy, je le voudrois_.
_Lady Fan._.O, but my Reputation, _Madamoiselle!_ my Reputation! _Ah ma
chere Reputation!_
Madam. _Madame--Quand on la une fois perdue--On n'en est plus
embarassée._
_Lady Fan._ Fe, _Madamoiselle_, Fe! Reputation is a Jewel.
Madam. _Qui coute bien chere, Madame._
_Lady Fan._ Why sure you would not sacrifice your Honour to your
Pleasure?
Madam. _Je suis Philosophe._
_Lady Fan._ Bless me, how you talk! Why, what if Honour be a Burden,
_Madamoiselle_, must it not be borne?
Madam. _Chaqu'un a sa façon--Quand quelque chose m'incommode moy--je
m'en defais vite._
_Lady Fan._ Get you gone, you little naughty _French-woman_, you; I vow
and swear I must turn you out of doors, if you talk thus.
_Madam._ Turn me out of doors!----Turn yourself out of doors, and go
see what de Gentleman have to say to you--_Tenez_. _Voila_ [Giving
her her things hastily.] _vostre Esharpe_, _voila vostre Quoife_,
_voila vostre Masque_, _voila tout_. _Hey_, _Mercure_, _Coquin_: Call
one Chair for Matam, and one oder [_Calling within._] for me: _Va
t'en vite_. [Turning to her Lady, and helping her on hastily with
her things.] _Allons, Madame, depechez vous donc. Mon Dieu, quelles
Scrupules!_
_Lady Fan._ Well, for once, _Madamoiselle_, I'll follow your Advice,
out of the intemperate Desire I have to know who this ill-bred Fellow
is. But I have too much _Delicatesse_, to make a Practice on't.
Madam. _Belle chose vrayment que la Delicatesse, lors qu'il s'agit de
se devertir--à ça--Vous voila equipés, partons.--He bien!--qu'avez vous
donc?_
Lady Fan. _J'ay peur._
Madam. _Je n'en ay point moy._
_Lady Fan._ I dare not go.
Madam. _Demeurez donc._
Lady Fan. _Je suis poltrone._
Madam. _Tant pis pour vous._
_Lady Fan._ Curiosity's a wicked Devil.
Madam. _C'est une charmante Sainte._
_Lady Fan._ It ruined our first Parents.
Madam. _Elle a bien diverti leurs Enfans._
Lady Fan. _L'Honneur est contre._
Madam. _La Plaisir est pour._
_Lady Fan._ Must I then go?
_Madam._ Must you go?--Must you eat, must you drink, must you sleep,
must you live? De Nature bid you do one, de Nature bid you do toder.
_Vous me ferez enrager._
_Lady Fan._ But when Reason corrects Nature, _Madamoiselle_----
Madam. _Elle est donc bien insolente, c'est sa Sœur aisnée._
_Lady Fan._ Do you then prefer your Nature to your Reason,
_Madamoiselle_?
Madam. _Ouy da._
Lady Fan. _Pourquoy?_
_Madam._ Because my Nature make me merry, my Reason make me mad.
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