Act + 

II + 

Scene + 

I + 

A room in Sir Peter Teazle’s house + 

Enter Sir Peter and Lady Teazle. + 

Sir Peter + 

Lady Teazle, Lady Teazle, I’ll not bear it! + 

Lady Teazle + 

Sir Peter, Sir Peter, you may bear it or not, as you please; but I ought to have my own way in everything, and what’s more, I will too. What! though I was educated in the country, I know very well that women of fashion in London are accountable to nobody after they are married. + 

Sir Peter + 

Very well, ma’am, very well;⁠—so a husband is to have no influence, no authority? + 

Lady Teazle + 

Authority! No, to be sure:⁠—if you want authority over me, you should have adopted me, and not married me: I am sure you were old enough. + 

Sir Peter + 

Old enough!⁠—ay, there it is. Well, well, Lady Teazle, though my life may be made unhappy by your temper, I’ll not be ruined by your extravagance! + 

Lady Teazle + 

My extravagance! I’m sure I’m not more extravagant than a woman of fashion ought to be. + 

Sir Peter + 

No, no, madam, you shall throw away no more sums on such unmeaning luxury. ’Slife! to spend as much to furnish your dressing-room with flowers in winter as would suffice to turn the Pantheon into a greenhouse, and give a fête champêtre at Christmas. + 

Lady Teazle + 

And am I to blame, Sir Peter, because flowers are dear in cold weather? You should find fault with the climate, and not with me. For my part, I’m sure I wish it was spring all the year round, and that roses grew under our feet! + 

Sir Peter + 

Oons! madam⁠—if you had been born to this, I shouldn’t wonder at your talking thus; but you forget what your situation was when I married you. + 

Lady Teazle + 

No, no, I don’t; ’twas a very disagreeable one, or I should never have married you. + 

Sir Peter + 

Yes, yes, madam, you were then in somewhat a humbler style⁠—the daughter of a plain country squire. Recollect, Lady Teazle, when I saw you first sitting at your tambour, in a pretty figured linen gown, with a bunch of keys at your side, your hair combed smooth over a roll, and your apartment hung round with fruits in worsted, of your own working. + 

Lady Teazle + 

Oh, yes! I remember it very well, and a curious life I led.⁠—⁠My daily occupation to inspect the dairy, superintend the poultry, make extracts from the family receipt book, and comb my aunt Deborah’s lapdog. + 

Sir Peter + 

Yes, yes, ma’am, ’twas so indeed. + 

Lady Teazle + 

And then you know, my evening amusements! To draw patterns for ruffles, which I had not materials to make up; to play Pope Joan with the curate; to read a sermon to my aunt; or to be stuck down to an old spinet to strum my father to sleep after a fox-chase. + 

Sir Peter + 

I am glad you have so good a memory. Yes, madam, these were the recreations I took you from; but now you must have your coach⁠—vis-à-vis⁠—and three powdered footmen before your chair; and, in the summer, a pair of white cats to draw you to Kensington Gardens. No recollection, I suppose, when you were content to ride double, behind the butler, on a docked coach-horse. + 

Lady Teazle + 

No⁠—I swear I never did that: I deny the butler and the coach-horse. + 

Sir Peter + 

This, madam, was your situation; and what have I done for you? I have made you a woman of fashion, of fortune, of rank⁠—in short, I have made you my wife. + 

Lady Teazle + 

Well, then, and there is but one thing more you can make me to add to the obligation, that is⁠— + 

Sir Peter + 

My widow, I suppose? + 

Lady Teazle + 

Hem! hem! + 

Sir Peter + 

I thank you, madam⁠—but don’t flatter yourself; for, though your ill conduct may disturb my peace of mind, it shall never break my heart, I promise you: however, I am equally obliged to you for the hint. + 

Lady Teazle + 

Then why will you endeavour to make yourself so disagreeable to me, and thwart me in every little elegant expense? + 

Sir Peter + 

’Slife, madam, I say, had you any of these little elegant expenses when you married me? + 

Lady Teazle + 

Lud, Sir Peter! would you have me be out of the fashion? + 

Sir Peter + 

The fashion, indeed! what had you to do with the fashion before you married me? + 

Lady Teazle + 

For my part, I should think you would like to have your wife thought a woman of taste. + 

Sir Peter + 

Ay⁠—there again⁠—taste! Zounds! madam, you had no taste when you married me! + 

Lady Teazle + 

That’s very true, indeed, Sir Peter! and after having married you, I should never pretend to taste again, I allow. But now, Sir Peter, since we have finished our daily jangle, I presume I may go to my engagement at Lady Sneerwell’s. + 

Sir Peter + 

Ay, there’s another precious circumstance⁠—a charming set of acquaintance you have made there! + 

Lady Teazle + 

Nay, Sir Peter, they are all people of rank and fortune, and remarkable tenacious of reputation. + 

Sir Peter + 

Yes, egad, they are tenacious of reputation with a vengeance; for they don’t choose anybody should have a character but themselves! Such a crew! Ah! many a wretch has rid on a hurdle who has done less mischief than these utterers of forged tales, coiners of scandal, and clippers of reputation. + 

Lady Teazle + 

What, would you restrain the freedom of speech? + 

Sir Peter + 

Ah! they have made you just as bad as anyone of the society. + 

Lady Teazle + 

Why, I believe I do bear a part with a tolerable grace. + 

Sir Peter + 

Grace indeed! + 

Lady Teazle + 

But I vow I bear no malice against the people I abuse.⁠—⁠When I say an ill-natured thing, ’tis out of pure good humour; and I take it for granted they deal exactly in the same manner with me. But, Sir Peter, you know you promised to come to Lady Sneerwell’s too. + 

Sir Peter + 

Well, well, I’ll call in, just to look after my own character. + 

Lady Teazle + 

Then, indeed, you must make haste after me, or you’ll be too late. So goodbye to ye. + 

Exit Lady Teazle. + 

Sir Peter + 

So⁠—I have gained much by my intended expostulation! Yet with what a charming air she contradicts everything I say, and how pleasingly she shows her contempt for my authority! Well, though I can’t make her love me, there is great satisfaction in quarrelling with her; and I think she never appears to such advantage as when she is doing everything in her power to plague me. + 

Exit. + 

Scene + 

II + 

A room in Lady Sneerwell’s house. + 

Lady Sneerwell, Mrs. Candour, Crabtree, Sir Benjamin Backbite, and Joseph Surface, discovered. + 

Lady Sneerwell + 

Nay, positively, we will hear it. + 

Joseph Surface + 

Yes, yes, the epigram, by all means. + 

Sir Benjamin + 

O plague on’t, uncle! ’tis mere nonsense. + 

Crabtree + 

No, no; ’fore Gad, very clever for an extempore! + 

Sir Benjamin + 

But, ladies, you should be acquainted with the circumstance. You must know that one day last week, as Lady Betty Curricle was taking the dust in Hyde Park, in a sort of duodecimo phaeton, she desired me to write some verses on her ponies; upon which, I took out my pocketbook, and in one moment produced the following:⁠— + 

Sure never was seen two such beautiful ponies; + 

Other horses are clowns, but these macaronies: + 

To give them this title I’m sure can’t be wrong, + 

Their legs are so slim and their tails are so long. + 

Crabtree + 

There, ladies, done in the smack of a whip, and on horseback too. + 

Joseph Surface + 

A very Phoebus, mounted⁠—indeed, Sir Benjamin! + 

Sir Benjamin + 

Oh dear, sir! trifles⁠—trifles. + 

Enter Lady Teazle and Maria. + 

Mrs. Candour + 

I must have a copy. + 

Lady Sneerwell + 

Lady Teazle, I hope we shall see Sir Peter? + 

Lady Teazle + 

I believe he’ll wait on your ladyship presently. + 

Lady Sneerwell + 

Maria, my love, you look grave. Come, you shall sit down to piquet with Mr. Surface. + 

Maria + 

I take very little pleasure in cards⁠—however, I’ll do as your ladyship pleases. + 

Lady Teazle + 

I am surprised Mr. Surface should sit down with her; I thought he would have embraced this opportunity of speaking to me before Sir Peter came. Aside. + 

Mrs. Candour + 

Now, I’ll die; but you are so scandalous, I’ll forswear your society. + 

Lady Teazle + 

What’s the matter, Mrs. Candour? + 

Mrs. Candour + 

They’ll not allow our friend Miss Vermillion to be handsome. + 

Lady Sneerwell + 

Oh, surely she is a pretty woman. + 

Crabtree + 

I am very glad you think so, ma’am. + 

Mrs. Candour + 

She has a charming fresh colour. + 

Lady Teazle + 

Yes, when it is fresh put on. + 

Mrs. Candour + 

O, fie! I’ll swear her colour is natural: I have seen it come and go! + 

Lady Teazle + 

I dare swear you have, ma’am: it goes off at night, and comes again in the morning. + 

Sir Benjamin + 

True, ma’am, it not only comes and goes; but, what’s more, egad, her maid can fetch and carry it! + 

Mrs. Candour + 

Ha! ha! ha! how I hate to hear you talk so! But surely, now, her sister is, or was, very handsome. + 

Crabtree + 

Who? Mrs. Evergreen? O Lord! she’s six-and-fifty if she’s an hour! + 

Mrs. Candour + 

Now positively you wrong her; fifty-two or fifty-three is the utmost⁠—and I don’t think she looks more. + 

Sir Benjamin + 

Ah! there’s no judging by her looks, unless one could see her face. + 

Lady Sneerwell + 

Well, well, if Mrs. Evergreen does take some pains to repair the ravages of time, you must allow she effects it with great ingenuity; and surely that’s better than the careless manner in which the widow Ochre caulks her wrinkles. + 

Sir Benjamin + 

Nay, now, Lady Sneerwell, you are severe upon the widow. Come, come, ’tis not that she paints so ill⁠—but, when she has finished her face, she joins it on so badly to her neck, that she looks like a mended statue, in which the connoisseur may see at once that the head is modern, though the trunk’s antique. + 

Crabtree + 

Ha! ha! ha! Well said, nephew. + 

Mrs. Candour + 

Ha! ha! ha! Well, you make me laugh; but I vow I hate you for it.⁠—⁠What do you think of Miss Simper? + 

Sir Benjamin + 

Why, she has very pretty teeth. + 

Lady Teazle + 

Yes; and on that account, when she is neither speaking nor laughing (which very seldom happens), she never absolutely shuts her mouth, but leaves it always on ajar, as it were⁠—thus. Shows her teeth. + 

Mrs. Candour + 

How can you be so ill-natured? + 

Lady Teazle + 

Nay, I allow even that’s better than the pains Mrs. Prim takes to conceal her losses in front. She draws her mouth till it positively resembles the aperture of a poor’s-box, and all her words appear to slide out edgewise, as it were⁠—thus: How do you do, madam? Yes, madam. Mimics. + 

Lady Sneerwell + 

Very well, Lady Teazle; I see you can be a little severe. + 

Lady Teazle + 

In defence of a friend it is but justice.⁠—⁠But here comes Sir Peter to spoil our pleasantry. + 

Enter Sir Peter Teazle. + 

Sir Peter + 

Ladies, your most obedient. —Aside. Mercy on me, here is the whole set! a character dead at every word, I suppose. + 

Mrs. Candour + 

I am rejoiced you are come, Sir Peter. They have been so censorious⁠—and Lady Teazle as bad as anyone. + 

Sir Peter + 

That must be very distressing to you, indeed, Mrs. Candour. + 

Mrs. Candour + 

Oh, they will allow good qualities to nobody; not even good nature to our friend, Mrs. Pursy. + 

Lady Teazle + 

What, the fat dowager who was at Mrs. Quadrille’s last night? + 

Mrs. Candour + 

Nay, her bulk is her misfortune; and, when she takes so much pains to get rid of it, you ought not to reflect on her. + 

Lady Sneerwell + 

That’s very true, indeed. + 

Lady Teazle + 

Yes, I know she almost lives on acids and small whey; laces herself by pulleys; and often, in the hottest noon in summer, you may see her on a little squat pony, with her hair plaited up like a drummer’s and puffing round the Ring on a full trot. + 

Mrs. Candour + 

I thank you, Lady Teazle, for defending her. + 

Sir Peter + 

Yes, a good defence, truly. + 

Mrs. Candour + 

Truly, Lady Teazle is as censorious as Miss Sallow. + 

Crabtree + 

Yes, and she is a curious being to pretend to be censorious⁠—an awkward gawky, without any one good point under heaven. + 

Mrs. Candour + 

Positively you shall not be so very severe. Miss Sallow is a near relation of mine by marriage, and, as for her person, great allowance is to be made; for, let me tell you, a woman labours under many disadvantages who tries to pass for a girl of six-and-thirty. + 

Lady Sneerwell + 

Though, surely, she is handsome still⁠—and for the weakness in her eyes, considering how much she reads by candlelight, it is not to be wondered at. + 

Mrs. Candour + 

True, and then as to her manner; upon my word, I think it is particularly graceful, considering she never had the least education: for you know her mother was a Welsh milliner, and her father a sugar-baker at Bristol. + 

Sir Benjamin + 

Ah! you are both of you too good-natured! + 

Sir Peter + 

Yes, damned good-natured! This their own relation! mercy on me! Aside. + 

Mrs. Candour + 

For my part, I own I cannot bear to hear a friend ill spoken of. + 

Sir Peter + 

No, to be sure! + 

Sir Benjamin + 

Oh! you are of a moral turn. Mrs. Candour and I can sit for an hour and hear Lady Stucco talk sentiment. + 

Lady Teazle + 

Nay, I vow Lady Stucco is very well with the dessert after dinner; for she’s just like the French fruit one cracks for mottoes⁠—made up of paint and proverb. + 

Mrs. Candour + 

Well, I will never join in ridiculing a friend; and so I constantly tell my cousin Ogle, and you all know what pretensions she has to be critical on beauty. + 

Crabtree + 

Oh, to be sure! she has herself the oddest countenance that ever was seen; ’tis a collection of features from all the different countries of the globe. + 

Sir Benjamin + 

So she has, indeed⁠—an Irish front⁠— + 

Crabtree + 

Caledonian locks⁠— + 

Sir Benjamin + 

Dutch nose⁠— + 

Crabtree + 

Austrian lips⁠— + 

Sir Benjamin + 

Complexion of a Spaniard⁠— + 

Crabtree + 

And teeth à la Chinoise⁠— + 

Sir Benjamin + 

In short, her face resembles a table d’hôte at Spa⁠—where no two guests are of a nation⁠— + 

Crabtree + 

Or a congress at the close of a general war⁠—wherein all the members, even to her eyes, appear to have a different interest, and her nose and chin are the only parties likely to join issue. + 

Mrs. Candour + 

Ha! ha! ha! + 

Sir Peter + 

Mercy on my life!⁠—a person they dine with twice a week! Aside. + 

Lady Sneerwell + 

Go, go; you are a couple of provoking toads. + 

Mrs. Candour + 

Nay, but I vow you shall not carry the laugh off so⁠—for give me leave to say that Mrs. Ogle⁠— + 

Sir Peter + 

Madam, madam, I beg your pardon⁠—there’s no stopping these good gentlemen’s tongues. But when I tell you, Mrs. Candour, that the lady they are abusing is a particular friend of mine, I hope you’ll not take her part. + 

Lady Sneerwell + 

Ha! ha! ha! well said, Sir Peter! but you are a cruel creature⁠—too phlegmatic yourself for a jest, and too peevish to allow wit in others. + 

Sir Peter + 

Ah, madam, true wit is more nearly allied to good-nature than your ladyship is aware of. + 

Lady Teazle + 

True, Sir Peter: I believe they are so near akin that they can never be united. + 

Sir Benjamin + 

Or rather, madam, suppose them man and wife, because one seldom sees them together. + 

Lady Teazle + 

But Sir Peter is such an enemy to scandal, I believe he would have it put down by parliament. + 

Sir Peter + 

’Fore heaven, madam, if they were to consider the sporting with reputation of as much importance as poaching on manors, and pass an act for the preservation of fame, as well as game, I believe many would thank them for the bill. + 

Lady Sneerwell + 

O Lud! Sir Peter; would you deprive us of our privileges? + 

Sir Peter + 

Ay, madam, and then no person should be permitted to kill characters and run down reputations, but qualified old maids and disappointed widows. + 

Lady Sneerwell + 

Go, you monster! + 

Mrs. Candour + 

But, surely, you would not be quite so severe on those who only report what they hear? + 

Sir Peter + 

Yes, madam, I would have law merchant for them too; and in all cases of slander currency, whenever the drawer of the lie was not to be found, the injured party should have a right to come on any of the endorsers. + 

Crabtree + 

Well, for my part, I believe there never was a scandalous tale without some foundation. + 

Sir Peter + 

Oh, nine out of ten of the malicious inventions are founded on some ridiculous misrepresentation. + 

Lady Sneerwell + 

Come, ladies, shall we sit down to cards in the next room? + 

Enter Servant, who whispers Sir Peter. + 

Sir Peter + 

I’ll be with them directly.⁠— + 

Exit Servant. + 

I’ll get away unperceived. Aside. + 

Lady Sneerwell + 

Sir Peter, you are not going to leave us? + 

Sir Peter + 

Your ladyship must excuse me; I’m called away by particular business. But I leave my character behind me. + 

Exit Sir Peter. + 

Sir Benjamin + 

Well⁠—certainly Lady Teazle, that lord of yours is a strange being: I could tell you some stories of him would make you laugh heartily if he were not your husband. + 

Lady Teazle + 

Oh, pray don’t mind that; come, do let’s hear them. + 

Exeunt all but Joseph Surface and Maria. + 

Joseph Surface + 

Maria, I see you have no satisfaction in this society. + 

Maria + 

How is it possible I should?⁠—If to raise malicious smiles at the infirmities or misfortunes of those who have never injured us be the province of wit or humour, Heaven grant me a double portion of dullness! + 

Joseph Surface + 

Yet they appear more ill-natured than they are; they have no malice at heart. + 

Maria + 

Then is their conduct still more contemptible; for, in my opinion, nothing could excuse the intemperance of their tongues but a natural and uncontrollable bitterness of mind. + 

Joseph Surface + 

Undoubtedly, madam; and it has always been a sentiment of mine, that to propagate a malicious truth wantonly is more despicable than to falsify from revenge. But can you, Maria, feel thus for others, and be unkind to me alone? Is hope to be denied the tenderest passion? + 

Maria + 

Why will you distress me by renewing this subject? + 

Joseph Surface + 

Ah, Maria! you would not treat me thus, and oppose your guardian, St. Peter’s will, but that I see that profligate Charles is still a favoured rival! + 

Maria + 

Ungenerously urged! But, whatever my sentiments are for that unfortunate young man, be assured I shall not feel more bound to give him up, because his distresses have lost him the regard even of a brother. + 

Joseph Surface + 

Nay, but, Maria, do not leave me with a frown: by all that’s honest, I swear⁠—Kneels. + 

Reenter Lady Teazle behind. + 

Aside. Gad’s life, here’s Lady Teazle.⁠—⁠Aloud to Maria. You must not⁠—no, you shall not⁠—for, though I have the greatest regard for Lady Teazle⁠— + 

Maria + 

Lady Teazle! + 

Joseph Surface + 

Yet were Sir Peter to suspect⁠— + 

Lady Teazle + 

Coming forward. What is this, pray? Does he take her for me?⁠—Child, you are wanted in the next room. — + 

Exit Maria. + 

What is all this, pray? + 

Joseph Surface + 

Oh, the most unlucky circumstance in nature! Maria has somehow suspected the tender concern I have for your happiness, and threatened to acquaint Sir Peter with her suspicions, and I was just endeavouring to reason with her when you came in. + 

Lady Teazle + 

Indeed! but you seemed to adopt a very tender mode of reasoning⁠—do you usually argue on your knees? + 

Joseph Surface + 

Oh, she’s a child, and I thought a little bombast⁠—But, Lady Teazle, when are you to give me your judgment on my library, as you promised? + 

Lady Teazle + 

No, no; I begin to think it would be imprudent, and you know I admit you as a lover no farther than fashion requires. + 

Joseph Surface + 

True⁠—a mere Platonic cicisbeo⁠—what every wife is entitled to. + 

Lady Teazle + 

Certainly, one must not be out of the fashion.⁠—⁠However, I have so many of my country prejudices left, that, though Sir Peter’s ill-humour may vex me ever so, it never shall provoke me to⁠— + 

Joseph Surface + 

The only revenge in your power.⁠—⁠Well, I applaud your moderation. + 

Lady Teazle + 

Go⁠—you are an insinuating wretch! But we shall be missed⁠—let us join the company. + 

Joseph Surface + 

But we had best not return together. + 

Lady Teazle + 

Well, don’t stay; for Maria shan’t come to hear any more of your reasoning, I promise you. + 

Exit. + 

Joseph Surface + 

A curious dilemma, truly, my politics have run me into! I wanted, at first, only to ingratiate myself with Lady Teazle, that she might not be my enemy with Maria; and I have, I don’t know how, become her serious lover. Sincerely I begin to wish I had never made such a point of gaining so very good a character, for it has led me into so many cursed rogueries that I doubt I shall be exposed at last. + 

Exit. + 

Scene + 

III + 

A room in Sir Peter Teazle’s house. + 

Enter Sir Oliver Surface and Rowley. + 

Sir Oliver + 

Ha! ha! ha! so my old friend is married, hey?⁠—a young wife out of the country. Ha! ha! ha! that he should have stood bluff to old bachelor so long, and sink into a husband at last! + 

Rowley + 

But you must not rally him on the subject, Sir Oliver; ’tis a tender point. I assure you, though he has been married only seven months. + 

Sir Oliver + 

Then he has been just half a year on the stool of repentance!⁠—Poor Peter! But you say he has entirely given up Charles⁠—never sees him, hey? + 

Rowley + 

His prejudice against him is astonishing, and I am sure greatly increased by a jealousy of him with Lady Teazle, which he has industriously been led into by a scandalous society in the neighbourhood, who have contributed not a little to Charles’s ill name. Whereas, the truth is, I believe, if the lady is partial to either of them, his brother is the favourite. + 

Sir Oliver + 

Ay, I know there is a set of malicious, prating, prudent gossips, both male and female, who murder characters to kill time, and will rob a young fellow of his good name before he has years to know the value of it.⁠—⁠But I am not to be prejudiced against my nephew by such, I promise you!⁠—No, no; if Charles has done nothing false or mean, I shall compound for his extravagance. + 

Rowley + 

Then, my life on’t, you will reclaim him.⁠—Ah, sir, it gives me new life to find that your heart is not turned against him, and that the son of my good old master has one friend, however, left. + 

Sir Oliver + 

What! shall I forget, Master Rowley, when I was at his years myself? Egad, my brother and I were neither of us very prudent youths; and yet, I believe, you have not seen many better men than your old master was? + 

Rowley + 

Sir, ’tis this reflection gives me assurance that Charles may yet be a credit to his family.⁠—⁠But here comes Sir Peter! + 

Sir Oliver + 

Egad, so he does! Mercy on me! he’s greatly altered, and seems to have a settled married look! One may read husband in his face at this distance! + 

Enter Sir Peter Teazle. + 

Sir Peter + 

Ha! Sir Oliver⁠—my old friend! Welcome to England a thousand times! + 

Sir Oliver + 

Thank you, thank you, Sir Peter! and i’ faith I am glad to find you well, believe me! + 

Sir Peter + 

Oh! is a long time since we met⁠—fifteen years, I doubt, Sir Oliver, and many a cross accident in the time. + 

Sir Oliver + 

Ay, I have had my share. But, what! I find you are married, hey, my old boy? Well, well, it can’t be helped; and so⁠—I wish you joy with all my heart! + 

Sir Peter + 

Thank you, thank you, Sir Oliver.⁠—⁠Yes, I have entered into⁠—the happy state;⁠—but we’ll not talk of that now. + 

Sir Oliver + 

True, true, Sir Peter; old friends should not begin on grievances at first meeting. No, no no⁠— + 

Rowley + 

Aside to Sir Oliver. Take care, pray, sir.⁠— + 

Sir Oliver + 

Well, so one of my nephews is a wild rogue, hey? + 

Sir Peter + 

Wild! Ah! my old friend, I grieve for your disappointment there; he’s a lost young man, indeed. However, his brother will make you amends; Joseph is, indeed, what a youth should be⁠—everybody in the world speaks well of him. + 

Sir Oliver + 

I am sorry to hear it⁠—he has too good a character to be an honest fellow. Everybody speaks well of him! Pshaw! then he has bowed as low to knaves and fools as to the honest dignity of genius and virtue. + 

Sir Peter + 

What, Sir Oliver! do you blame him for not making enemies? + 

Sir Oliver + 

Yes, if he has merit enough to deserve them. + 

Sir Peter + 

Well, well, you’ll be convinced when you know him. ’T is edification to hear him converse; he professes the noblest sentiments. + 

Sir Oliver + 

Oh, plague of his sentiments! If he salutes me with a scrap of morality in his mouth, I shall be sick directly. But, however, don’t mistake me, Sir Peter; I don’t mean to defend Charles’s errors: but, before I form my judgment of either of them, I intend to make a trial of their hearts; and my friend Rowley and I have planned something for the purpose. + 

Rowley + 

And Sir Peter shall own for once he has been mistaken. + 

Sir Peter + 

Oh, my life on Joseph’s honour! + 

Sir Oliver + 

Well⁠—come, give us a bottle of good wine, and we’ll drink the lads’ health, and tell you our scheme. + 

Sir Peter + 

Allons, then! + 

Sir Oliver + 

And don’t, Sir Peter, be so severe against your old friend’s son. Odds my life! I am not sorry that he has run out of the course a little: for my part, I hate to see prudence clinging to the green suckers of youth; ’tis like ivy round a sapling, and spoils the growth of the tree. + 

Exeunt. + 