Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh, volume the secondVanbrugh, John
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Plays, written by Sir John Vanbrugh, volume the second
Vanbrugh, John
Comedy plays; English drama -- 18th century
_Brass._ Well, come, I'll raise a hundred pounds for your use, upon my
wife's jewels here; [_Pulling out the necklace._] her necklace shall
pawn for't.
_Dick._ Remember tho', that if things fail, I'm to have the necklace
again; you know you agreed to that.
_Brass._ Yes, and if I make it good, you'll be the better for't; if
not, I shall: so you see where the cause will pinch.
_Dick._ Why, you barbarous dog, you won't offer to----
_Brass._ No words now; about your business, march. Go stay for me at
the next tavern: I'll go to _Flippanta_, and try what I can do for you.
_Dick._ Well, I'll go, but don't think to----O pox, Sir----
[_Exit ~Dick~._
_~Brass~ solus._
_Brass._ Will you be gone? A pretty title you'd have to sue me
upon truly, if I shou'd have a mind to stand upon the defensive,
as perhaps I may; I have done the rascal service enough to lull my
conscience upon't I'm sure: But 'tis time enough for that. Let me
see----First I'll go to _Flippanta_, and put a stop to this family
way of match-making, then sell our necklace for what ready money
'twill produce; and by this time to-morrow I hope we shall be in
possession of----t'other jewel here; a precious jewel, as she's set in
gold: I believe for the stone itself we may part with it again to a
friend----for a tester.
[_Exit._
+ACT+ V.
+SCENE+, Gripe's _House_.
_Enter ~Brass~ and ~Flippanta~._
_Brass._ Well, you agree I'm in the right, don't you?
_Flip._ I don't know; if your master has the estate he talks of, why
not do't all above-board? Well, tho' I am not much of his mind, I'm
much in his interest, and will therefore endeavour to serve him in his
own way.
_Brass._ That's kindly said, my child, and I believe I shall reward
thee one of these days, with as pretty a fellow to thy husband for't,
as----
_Flip._ Hold your prating, Jack-a-dandy, and leave me to my business.
_Brass._ I obey--adieu. [_Kisses her._]
[_Exit ~Brass~._
_Flip._ Rascal!
_Enter ~Corinna~._
_Cor._ Ah, _Flippanta_, I'm ready to sink down, my legs tremble under
me, my dear _Flippy_.
_Flip._ And what's the affair?
_Cor._ My father's there within, with my mother and _Araminta_; I never
saw him in so good a humour in my life.
_Flip._ And is that it that frightens you so?
_Cor._ Ah, _Flippanta_, they are just going to speak to him, about my
marrying the Colonel.
_Flip._ Are they so? so much the worse; they're too hasty.
_Cor._ O no, not a bit: I slipt out on purpose, you must know, to give
them an opportunity; wou'd 'twere done already.
_Flip._ I tell you no; get you in again immediately, and prevent it.
_Cor._ My dear, dear, I am not able; I never was in such a way before.
_Flip._ Never in a way to be marry'd before, ha? is not that it?
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