HEART.I am for having everybody be what they pretend to be: a whoremaster be a whoremaster, and not like Vainlove, kiss a lap-dog with passion, when it would disgust him from the lady's own lips.
BELL.That only happens sometimes, where the dog has the sweeter breath, for the more cleanly conveyance.But, George, you must not quarrel with little gallantries of this nature: women are often won by 'em.Who would refuse to kiss a lap-dog, if it were preliminary to the lips of his lady?
SHARP.Or omit playing with her fan, and cooling her if she were hot, when it might entitle him to the office of warming her when she should be cold?
BELL.What is it to read a play in a rainy day? Though you should be now and then interrupted in a witty scene, and she perhaps preserve her laughter, till the jest were over; even that may be borne with, considering the reward in prospect.
HEART.I confess you that are women's asses bear greater burdens:
are forced to undergo dressing, dancing, singing, sighing, whining, rhyming, flattering, lying, grinning, cringing, and the drudgery of loving to boot.
BELL.O brute, the drudgery of loving!
HEART.Ay! Why, to come to love through all these incumbrances is like coming to an estate overcharged with debts, which, by the time you have paid, yields no further profit than what the bare tillage and manuring of the land will produce at the expense of your own sweat.
BELL.Prithee, how dost thou love?
SHARP.He! He hates the sex.
HEART.So I hate physic too--yet I may love to take it for my health.
BELL.Well come off, George, if at any time you should be taken straying.
SHARP.He has need of such an excuse, considering the present state of his body.
HEART.How d'ye mean?
SHARP.Why, if whoring be purging, as you call it, then, I may say, marriage is entering into a course of physic.
BELL.How, George! Does the wind blow there?
HEART.It will as soon blow north and by south--marry, quotha! Ihope in heaven I have a greater portion of grace, and I think Ihave baited too many of those traps to be caught in one myself.
BELL.Who the devil would have thee? unless 'twere an oysterwoman to propagate young fry for Billingsgate--thy talent will never recommend thee to anything of better quality.
HEART.My talent is chiefly that of speaking truth, which I don't expect should ever recommend me to people of quality.I thank heaven I have very honestly purchased the hatred of all the great families in town.
SHARP.And you in return of spleen hate them.But could you hope to be received into the alliance of a noble family -HEART.No; I hope I shall never merit that affliction, to be punished with a wife of birth, be a stag of the first head and bear my horns aloft, like one of the supporters of my wife's coat.
S'death I would not be a Cuckold to e'er an illustrious whore in England.
BELL.What, not to make your family, man and provide for your children?
SHARP.For her children, you mean.
HEART.Ay, there you've nicked it.There's the devil upon devil.
Oh, the pride and joy of heart 'twould be to me to have my son and heir resemble such a duke; to have a fleering coxcomb scoff and cry, 'Mr.your son's mighty like his Grace, has just his smile and air of's face.' Then replies another, 'Methinks he has more of the Marquess of such a place about his nose and eyes, though he has my Lord what-d'ye-call's mouth to a tittle.' Then I, to put it off as unconcerned, come chuck the infant under the chin, force a smile, and cry, 'Ay, the boy takes after his mother's relations,' when the devil and she knows 'tis a little compound of the whole body of nobility.
BELL+SHARP.Ha, ha, ha!
BELL.Well, but, George, I have one question to ask you -HEART.Pshaw, I have prattled away my time.I hope you are in no haste for an answer, for I shan't stay now.[Looking on his watch.]
BELL.Nay, prithee, George -
HEART.No; besides my business, I see a fool coming this way.
Adieu.
