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Scene

III

The library in Joseph Surface’s house.

Enter Joseph Surface and Lady Sneerwell.

Lady Sneerwell

Impossible! Will not Sir Peter immediately be reconciled to Charles, and of course no longer oppose his union with Maria? The thought is distraction to me.

Joseph Surface

Can passion furnish a remedy?

Lady Sneerwell

No, nor cunning either. Oh, I was a fool, an idiot, to league with such a blunderer!

Joseph Surface

Sure, Lady Sneerwell, I am the greatest sufferer; yet you see I bear the accident with calmness.

Lady Sneerwell

Because the disappointment doesn’t reach your heart; your interest only attached you to Maria. Had you felt for her what I have for that ungrateful libertine, neither your temper nor hypocrisy could prevent your showing the sharpness of your vexation.

Joseph Surface

But why should your reproaches fall on me for this disappointment?

Lady Sneerwell

Are you not the cause of it? Had you not a sufficient field for your roguery in imposing upon Sir Peter, and supplanting your brother, but you must endeavour to seduce his wife? I hate such an avarice of crimes; ’tis an unfair monopoly, and never prospers.

Joseph Surface

Well, I admit I have been to blame. I confess I deviated from the direct road of wrong, but I don’t think we’re so totally defeated neither.

Lady Sneerwell

No!

Joseph Surface

You tell me you have made a trial of Snake since we met, and that you still believe him faithful to us?

Lady Sneerwell

I do believe so.

Joseph Surface

And that he has undertaken, should it be necessary, to swear and prove that Charles is at this time contracted by vows and honour to your ladyship, which some of his former letters to you will serve to support?

Lady Sneerwell

This, indeed, might have assisted.

Joseph Surface

Come, come; it is not too late yet.⁠—Knocking at the door. But hark! this is probably my uncle, Sir Oliver: retire to that room; we’ll consult farther when he is gone.

Lady Sneerwell

Well, but if he should find you out, too?

Joseph Surface

Oh, I have no fear of that. Sir Peter will hold his tongue for his own credit’s sake⁠—and you may depend on it I shall soon discover Sir Oliver’s weak side!

Lady Sneerwell

I have no diffidence of your abilities: only be constant to one roguery at a time.

Joseph Surface

I will, I will!⁠—

Exit Lady Sneerwell.

So! ’tis confounded hard, after such bad fortune, to be baited by one’s confederate in evil. Well, at all events, my character is so much better than Charles’s, that I certainly⁠—hey!⁠—what⁠—this is not Sir Oliver, but old Stanley again. Plague on’t that he should return to tease me just now! I shall have Sir Oliver come and find him here⁠—

Enter Sir Oliver Surface.

Gad’s life, Mr. Stanley, why have you come back to plague me at this time? You must not stay now, upon my word.

Sir Oliver

Sir, I hear your uncle Oliver is expected here, and though he has been so penurious to you, I’ll try what he’ll do for me.

Joseph Surface

Sir, ’tis impossible for you to stay now, so I must beg⁠—come any other time, and I promise you you shall be assisted.

Sir Oliver

No: Sir Oliver and I must be acquainted.

Joseph Surface

Zounds, sir! then I insist on your quitting the room directly.

Sir Oliver

Nay, sir⁠—

Joseph Surface

Sir, I insist on’t!⁠—Here, William! show this gentleman out. Since you compel me, sir, not one moment⁠—this is such insolence. Going to push him out.

Enter Charles Surface.

Charles Surface

Heyday! what’s the matter now? What the devil, have you got hold of my little broker here? Zounds, brother, don’t hurt little Premium. What’s the matter, my little fellow?

Joseph Surface

So! he has been with you too, has he?

Charles Surface

To be sure, he has. Why, he’s as honest a little⁠—But sure, Joseph, you have not been borrowing money too, have you?

Joseph Surface

Borrowing! no! But, brother, you know we expect Sir Oliver here every⁠—

Charles Surface

O Gad, that’s true! Noll mustn’t find the little broker here, to be sure.

Joseph Surface

Yet Mr. Stanley insists⁠—

Charles Surface

Stanley! why his name’s Premium.

Joseph Surface

No, sir, Stanley.

Charles Surface

No, no, Premium.

Joseph Surface

Well, no matter which⁠—but⁠—

Charles Surface

Ay, ay, Stanley or Premium, ’tis the same thing, as you say; for I suppose he goes by half a hundred names, besides A. B. at the coffeehouse. Knocking.

Joseph Surface

’Sdeath! here’s Sir Oliver at the door.⁠—⁠Now I beg, Mr. Stanley⁠—

Charles Surface

Ay, ay, and I beg Mr. Premium⁠—

Sir Oliver

Gentlemen⁠—

Joseph Surface

Sir, by Heaven you shall go!

Charles Surface

Ay, out with him, certainly!

Sir Oliver

This violence⁠—

Joseph Surface

Sir, ’tis your own fault.

Charles Surface

Out with him, to be sure. Both forcing Sir Oliver out.

Enter Sir Peter and Lady Teazle, Maria, and Rowley.

Sir Peter

My old friend, Sir Oliver⁠—hey! What in the name of wonder⁠—here are dutiful nephews⁠—assault their uncle at a first visit!

Lady Teazle

Indeed, Sir Oliver, ’twas well we came in to rescue you.

Rowley

Truly it was; for I perceive, Sir Oliver, the character of old Stanley was no protection to you.

Sir Oliver

Nor of Premium either: the necessities of the former could not extort a shilling from that benevolent gentleman; and with the other I stood a chance of faring worse than my ancestors, and being knocked down without being bid for.

Joseph Surface

Charles!

Charles Surface

Joseph!

Joseph Surface

’T is now complete!

Charles Surface

Very.

Sir Oliver

Sir Peter, my friend, and Rowley too⁠—look on that elder nephew of mine. You know what he has already received from my bounty; and you also know how gladly I would have regarded half my fortune as held in trust for him: judge then my disappointment in discovering him to be destitute of truth, charity, and gratitude!

Sir Peter

Sir Oliver, I should be more surprised at this declaration, if I had not myself found him to be mean, treacherous, and hypocritical.

Lady Teazle

And if the gentleman pleads not guilty to these, pray let him call me to his character.

Sir Peter

Then, I believe, we need add no more: if he knows himself, he will consider it as the most perfect punishment that he is known to the world.

Charles Surface

If they talk this way to Honesty, what will they say to me, by and by? Aside.

Sir Peter, Lady Teazle, and Maria retire.

Sir Oliver

As for that prodigal, his brother there⁠—

Charles Surface

Ay, now comes my turn: the damned family pictures will ruin me! Aside.

Joseph Surface

Sir Oliver⁠—uncle, will you honour me with a hearing?

Charles Surface

Now, if Joseph would make one of his long speeches, I might recollect myself a little. Aside.

Sir Oliver

I suppose you would undertake to justify yourself entirely? To Joseph Surface.

Joseph Surface

I trust I could.

Sir Oliver

To Charles Surface. Well, sir!⁠—and you could justify yourself too, I suppose?

Charles Surface

Not that I know of, Sir Oliver.

Sir Oliver

What! Little Premium has been let too much into the secret, I suppose?

Charles Surface

True, sir; but they were family secrets, and should not be mentioned again, you know.

Rowley

Come, Sir Oliver, I know you cannot speak of Charles’s follies with anger.

Sir Oliver

Odds heart, no more I can; nor with gravity either.⁠—⁠Sir Peter, do you know the rogue bargained with me for all his ancestors; sold me judges and generals by the foot, and maiden aunts as cheap as broken china.

Charles Surface

To be sure, Sir Oliver, I did make a little free with the family canvas, that’s the truth on’t. My ancestors may rise in judgment against me, there’s no denying it; but believe me sincere when I tell you⁠—and upon my soul I would not say so if I was not⁠—that if I do not appear mortified at the exposure of my follies, it is because I feel at this moment the warmest satisfaction in seeing you, my liberal benefactor.

Sir Oliver

Charles, I believe you. Give me your hand again: the ill-looking little fellow over the settee has made your peace.

Charles Surface

Then, sir, my gratitude to the original is still increased.

Lady Teazle

Advancing. Yet, I believe, Sir Oliver, here is one whom Charles is still more anxious to be reconciled to. Pointing to Maria.

Sir Oliver

Oh, I have heard of his attachment there; and, with the young lady’s pardon, if I construe right⁠—that blush

Sir Peter

Well, child, speak your sentiments!

Maria

Sir, I have little to say, but that I shall rejoice to hear that he is happy; for me⁠—whatever claim I had to his affection, I willingly resign to one who has a better title.

Charles Surface

How, Maria!

Sir Peter

Heyday! what’s the mystery now?⁠—While he appeared an incorrigible rake, you would give your hand to no one else; and now that he is likely to reform I’ll warrant you won’t have him!

Maria

His own heart and Lady Sneerwell know the cause.

Charles Surface

Lady Sneerwell!

Joseph Surface

Brother, it is with great concern I am obliged to speak on this point, but my regard to justice compels me, and Lady Sneerwell’s injuries can no longer be concealed. Opens the door.

Enter Lady Sneerwell.

Sir Peter

So! another French milliner! Egad, he has one in every room in the house, I suppose!

Lady Sneerwell

Ungrateful Charles! Well may you be surprised, and feel for the indelicate situation your perfidy has forced me into.

Charles Surface

Pray, uncle, is this another plot of yours? For, as I have life, I don’t understand it.

Joseph Surface

I believe, sir, there is but the evidence of one person more necessary to make it extremely clear.

Sir Peter

And that person, I imagine, is Mr. Snake.⁠—⁠Rowley, you were perfectly right to bring him with us, and pray let him appear.

Rowley

Walk in, Mr. Snake.

Enter Snake.

I thought his testimony might be wanted: however, it happens unluckily, that he comes to confront Lady Sneerwell, not to support her.

Lady Sneerwell

A villain! Treacherous to me at last! Speak, fellow, have you, too, conspired against me?

Snake

I beg your ladyship ten thousand pardons: you paid me extremely liberally for the lie in question; but I unfortunately have been offered double to speak the truth.

Sir Peter

Plot and counterplot, egad! I wish your ladyship joy of your negotiation.

Lady Sneerwell

The torments of shame and disappointment on you all! Going.

Lady Teazle

Hold, Lady Sneerwell⁠—before you go, let me thank you for the trouble you and that gentleman have taken, in writing letters from me to Charles, and answering them yourself; and let me also request you to make my respects to the scandalous college of which you are president, and inform them that Lady Teazle, licentiate, begs leave to return the diploma they granted her, as she leaves off practice, and kills characters no longer.

Lady Sneerwell

You, too, madam!⁠—provoking⁠—insolent! May your husband live these fifty years!

Exit.

Sir Peter

Oons! what a fury!

Lady Teazle

A malicious creature, indeed!

Sir Peter

Hey! not for her last wish?

Lady Teazle

Oh, no!

Sir Oliver

Well, sir, and what have you to say now?

Joseph Surface

Sir, I am so confounded, to find that Lady Sneerwell could be guilty of suborning Mr. Snake in this manner, to impose on us all, that I know not what to say: however, lest her revengeful spirit should prompt her to injure my brother, I had certainly better follow her directly. For the man who attempts to⁠—

Exit.

Sir Peter

Moral to the last drop!

Sir Oliver

Ay, and marry her, Joseph, if you can. Oil and Vinegar!⁠—egad, you’ll do very well together.

Rowley

I believe we have no more occasion for Mr. Snake at present.

Snake

Before I go, I beg pardon once for all, for whatever uneasiness I have been the humble instrument of causing to the parties present.

Sir Peter

Well, well, you have made atonement by a good deed at last.

Snake

But I must request of the company, that it shall never be known.

Sir Peter

Hey!⁠—what the plague!⁠—are you ashamed of having done a right thing once in your life?

Snake

Ah, sir, consider⁠—I live by the badness of my character; I have nothing but my infamy to depend on! and, if it were once known that I had been I betrayed into an honest action, I should lose every friend I have in the world.

Sir Oliver

Well, well⁠—we’ll not traduce you by saying anything in your praise, never fear.

Exit Snake.

Sir Peter

There’s a precious rogue!

Lady Teazle

See, Sir Oliver, there needs no persuasion now to reconcile your nephew and Maria.

Sir Oliver

Ay, ay, that’s as it should be, and, egad, we’ll have the wedding tomorrow morning.

Charles Surface

Thank you, dear uncle.

Sir Peter

What, you rogue! don’t you ask the girl’s consent first?

Charles Surface

Oh, I have done that a long time⁠—a minute ago⁠—and she has looked yes.

Maria

For shame, Charles!⁠—I protest, Sir Peter, there has not been a word⁠—

Sir Oliver

Well, then, the fewer the better; may your love for each other never know abatement.

Sir Peter

And may you live as happily together as Lady Teazle and I intend to do!

Charles Surface

Rowley, my old friend, I am sure you congratulate me; and I suspect that I owe you much.

Sir Oliver

You do, indeed, Charles.

Rowley

If my efforts to serve you had not succeeded, you would have been in my debt for the attempt; but deserve to be happy and you overpay me.

Sir Peter

Ay, honest Rowley always said you would reform.

Charles Surface

Why, as to reforming, Sir Peter, I’ll make no promises, and that I take to be a proof I intend to set about it. But here shall be my monitor⁠—my gentle guide.⁠—⁠Ah! can I leave the virtuous path those eyes illumine?

Though thou, dear maid, shouldst waive thy beauty’s sway,

Thou still must rule, because I will obey:

An humble fugitive from Folly view,

No sanctuary near but Love and you:

To the audience.

You can, indeed, each anxious fear remove,

For even Scandal dies, if you approve.