Wild Oats; or, The Strolling GentlemenO'Keeffe, John
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Wild Oats; or, The Strolling Gentlemen
O'Keeffe, John
Comedy plays; English drama
_Rover._ Madam, if you'd been fighting, as I have, you'd--well, well,
[_Fills and drinks._] now I'm as well as any man--"In Illyria," got a
few hard knocks though.
_Amelia._ You'd better repose a little, you seem'd much disorder'd
coming in.
_Rover._ [_Places a chair, and both sit._] Why, ma'am, you must know
thus it was--
_Enter_ SHERIFF'S OFFICER.
_Off._ Come, ma'am, Mr. Gammon says this chair is wanted to make up
the half dozen above. [_Lays hold of_ AMELIA'S _chair, she rises
terrified_.]
_Rover._ What, what's all this?
_Off._ Why the furniture's seized on execution, and a man must do his
duty.
_Rover._ Then, scoundrel, know, that a man's first duty is civility
and tenderness to a woman.
_Amelia._ Heavens! where's my brother? This gentleman will bring
himself into trouble.
_Off._ Master, d'ye see, I'm representative for his honour the High
Sheriff.
_Rover._ Every High Sheriff should be a gentleman, and when he's
represented by a rascal, he's dishonour'd.--Dem it, I might as well
live about Covent Garden, and every night get beating the watch; for
here, among groves and meadows, I'm always squabbling with constables.
[_Whips up a stick from a corner of the room, and holds it behind
him._]
_Off._ Come, come, I must--
_Rover._ "As you say, sir, last Wednesday, so it was"--Sir, your most
obedient, humble servant--[_Bows respectfully._] Pray, sir, may I take
the liberty to know, have you ever been astonished? [_With great
ceremony._]
_Off._ What?
_Rover._ Because, sir, I intend to astonish you; my dear fellow, give
me your hand. [_Takes his hand, and beats him_--] Now, sir, you are
astonished?
_Off._ Yes; but see if I don't suit you with an action.
_Rover._ "Right, suit the action to the word, the word to the action;"
"See if the gentlewoman be not affrighted"--"Michael, I'll make thee
an example."
_Off._ Yes, fine example, when goods are seized here by the law, and--
_Rover._ "Thou worm and maggot of the law!" "Hop me over every kennel,
or you shall hop without my custom."
_Off._ I don't value your custom.
_Rover._ You are astonished, now I'll amaze you.
_Off._ No, sir, I won't be amazed--but only see if I don't--
_Rover._ Hop!
[_Exit_ OFFICER _muttering and bullying, yet frightened_.
Stop, ma'am, these sort of gentry are monstrous bad company for a
lady--So I'll just see him to the door, and then I'll see him outside
the door.--Ma'am, I'm your most obedient humble servant. [_Bows
respectfully, and exit hastily_.]
_Amelia._ I feel a strange curiosity to know who this young gentleman
is. I find my heart interested, I can't account for--he must have
known the house by the freedom--but then his gaiety, (without familiar
rudeness) native elegance of manners, and good breeding, seem to make
him at home any where.--My brother, I think, must know--
_Enter_ BANKS _hastily, and agitated_.
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