The Works of Henry Fielding, vol. 12Fielding, Henry
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The Works of Henry Fielding, vol. 12
Fielding, Henry
English literature -- 18th century
_Money_. Sir, I give you both a great many thanks. I am sure it
is almost as charitable as if you gave it me; for I am to make up a
sum to-morrow morning. Well, if Mr Luckless was but a little soberer
I should like him for a lodger exceedingly: for I must say, I think
him a very pleasant good-humoured man.
SCENE X.--LUCKLESS, WITMORE, MONEYWOOD.
_Luck_. Those are words I never heard out of that mouth before.
_Money_. Ha, ha, ha! you are pleased to be merry: ha, ha!
_Luck_. Why, Witmore, thou hast the faculty opposite to that of a
witch, and canst lay a tempest. I should as soon have imagined one man
could have stopt a cannon-ball in its full force as her tongue.
_Money_. Ha, ha, ha! he is the best company in the world, sir,
and so full of his similitudes!
_Wit_. Luckless, good morrow; I shall see you soon again.
_Luck_. Let it be soon, I beseech you; for thou hast brought a
calm into this house that was scarce ever in it before.
SCENE XI.--LUCKLESS, MRS MONEYWOOD, JACK.
_Money_. Well, Mr Luckless, you are a comical man, to give one
such a character to a stranger.
_Luck_. The company is gone, madam; and now, like true man and
wife, we may fall to abusing one another as fast as we please.
_Money_. Abuse me as you please, so you pay me, sir.
_Luck_. 'Sdeath! madam, I will pay you.
_Money_. Nay, sir, I do not ask it before it is due. I don't
question your payment at all: if you was to stay in my house this
quarter of a year, as I hope you will, I should not ask you for a
farthing.
_Luck_. Toll, loll, loll.--But I shall have her begin with her
passion immediately; and I had rather be the object of her rage for a
year than of her love for half an hour.
_Money_. But why did you choose to surprise me with my money? Why
did you not tell me you would pay me?
_Luck_. Why, have I not told you?
_Money_. Yes, you told me of a play, and stuff: but you never
told me you would order a gentleman to pay me. A sweet, pretty,
good-humoured gentleman he is, heaven bless him! Well, you have
comical ways with you: but you have honesty at the bottom, and I'm
sure the gentleman himself will own I gave you that character.
_Luck_. Oh! I smell you now.--You see, madam, I am better than my
word to you: did he pay it you in gold or silver?
_Money_. All pure gold.
_Luck_. I have a vast deal of silver, which he brought me,
within; will you do me the favour of taking it in silver? that will be
of use to you in the shop too.
_Money_. Anything to oblige you, sir.
_Luck_. Jack, bring out the great bag, number one. Please to
tell the money, madam, on that table.
_Money_. It's easily told: heaven knows there's not so much on't.
_Jack_. Sir, the bag is so heavy, I cannot bring it in.
_Luck_. Why, then, come and help to thrust a heavier bag out.
_Money_. What do you mean?
_Luck_. Only to pay you in my bed-chamber.
_Money_. Villain, dog, I'll swear a robbery, and have you hanged:
rogues, villains!
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