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Scene

I

A room in Sir Peter Teazle’s house.

Enter Sir Peter Teazle, Sir Oliver Surface, and Rowley.

Sir Peter

Well, then we will see this fellow first, and have our wine afterwards.⁠—⁠But how is this, Master Rowley? I don’t see the jet of your scheme.

Rowley

Why, sir, this Mr. Stanley, whom I was speaking of, is nearly related to them by their mother. He was once a merchant in Dublin, but has been ruined by a series of undeserved misfortunes. He has applied, by letter, both to Mr. Surface and Charles: from the former he has received nothing but evasive promises of future service, while Charles has done all that his extravagence has left him power to do; and he is, at this time, endeavouring to raise a sum of money, part of which, in the midst of his own distresses, I know he intends for the service of poor Stanley.

Sir Oliver

Ah! he is my brother’s son.

Sir Peter

Well, but how is Sir Oliver personally to⁠—

Rowley

Why, sir, I will inform Charles and his brother, that Stanley has obtained permission to apply personally to his friends; and, as they have neither of them ever seen him, let Sir Oliver assume his character, and he will have a fair opportunity of judging, at least, of the benevolence of their dispositions: and believe me, sir, you will find in the youngest brother one who, in the midst of folly and dissipation, has still as our immortal bard expresses it⁠—

“a heart to pity, and a hand,

Open as day, for melting charity.”

Sir Peter

Pshaw! What signifies his having an open hand or purse either, when he has nothing left to give? Well, well⁠—make the trial, if you please. But where is the fellow whom you brought for Sir Oliver to examine, relative to Charles’s affairs?

Rowley

Below, waiting his commands, and no one can give him better intelligence.⁠—⁠This, Sir Oliver, is a friendly Jew, who, to do him justice, has done everything in his power to bring your nephew to a proper sense of his extravagance.

Sir Peter

Pray let us have him in.

Rowley

Desire Mr. Moses to walk upstairs. Apart to Servant.

Sir Peter

But, pray, why should you suppose he will speak the truth?

Rowley

Oh, I have convinced him that he has no chance of recovering certain sums advanced to Charles but through the bounty of Sir Oliver, who he knows is arrived; so that you may depend on his fidelity to his own interests. I have also another evidence in my power, one Snake, whom I have detected in a matter little short of forgery, and shall shortly produce to remove some of your prejudices, Sir Peter, relative to Charles and Lady Teazle.

Sir Peter

I have heard too much on that subject.

Rowley

Here comes the honest Israelite. —

Enter Moses.

—This is Sir Oliver.

Sir Oliver

Sir, I understand you have lately had great dealings with my nephew Charles.

Moses

Yes, Sir Oliver, I have done all I could for him; but he was ruined before he came to me for assistance.

Sir Oliver

That was unlucky, truly; for you have had no opportunity of showing your talents.

Moses

None at all; I hadn’t the pleasure of knowing his distresses till he was some thousands worse than nothing.

Sir Oliver

Unfortunate, indeed!⁠—But I suppose you have done all in your power for him, honest Moses?

Moses

Yes, he knows that.⁠—⁠This very evening I was to have brought him a gentleman from the city, who does not know him, and will, I believe, advance him some money.

Sir Peter

What⁠—one Charles has never had money from before?

Moses

Yes, Mr. Premium, of Crutched Friars, formerly a broker.

Sir Peter

Egad, Sir Oliver, a thought strikes me!⁠—Charles, you say, does not know Mr. Premium?

Moses

Not at all.

Sir Peter

Now then, Sir Oliver, you may have a better opportunity of satisfying yourself than by an old romancing tale of a poor relation! go with my friend Moses, and represent Premium, and then, I’ll answer for it, you’ll see your nephew in all his glory.

Sir Oliver

Egad, I like this idea better than the other, and I may visit Joseph afterwards as old Stanley.

Sir Peter

True⁠—so you may.

Rowley

Well, this is taking Charles rather at a disadvantage, to be sure. However, Moses, you understand Sir Peter, and will be faithful?

Moses

You may depend upon me.⁠—⁠Looks at his watch. This is near the time I was to have gone.

Sir Oliver

I’ll accompany you as soon as you please, Moses⁠—But hold! I have forgot one thing⁠—how the plague shall I be able to pass for a Jew?

Moses

There’s no need⁠—the principal is Christian.

Sir Oliver

Is he? I’m very sorry to hear it. But, then again, an’t I rather too smartly dressed to look like a moneylender?

Sir Peter

Not at all: ’t would not be out of character, if you went in your own carriage⁠—would it, Moses?

Moses

Not in the least.

Sir Oliver

Well, but how must I talk? there’s certainly some cant of usury and mode of treating that I ought to know.

Sir Peter

Oh, there’s not much to learn. The great point, as I take it, is to be exorbitant enough in your demands. Hey, Moses?

Moses

Yes, that’s a very great point.

Sir Oliver

I’ll answer for ’t I’ll not be wanting in that. I’ll ask him eight or ten percent on the loan, at least.

Moses

If you ask him no more than that, you’ll be discovered immediately.

Sir Oliver

Hey!⁠—what the plague⁠—how much then?

Moses

That depends upon the circumstances. If he appears not very anxious for the supply, you should require only forty or fifty percent; but if you find him in great distress, and want the moneys very bad, you may ask double.

Sir Peter

A good honest trade you’re learning, Sir Oliver!

Sir Oliver

Truly, I think so⁠—and not unprofitable.

Moses

Then, you know, you haven’t the moneys yourself, but are forced to borrow them for him of a friend.

Sir Oliver

Oh! I borrow it of a friend, do I?

Moses

And your friend is an unconscionable dog: but you can’t help that.

Sir Oliver

My friend an unconscionable dog, is he?

Moses

Yes, and he himself has not the moneys by him, but is forced to sell stock at a great loss.

Sir Oliver

He is forced to sell stock at a great loss, is he? Well, that’s very kind of him.

Sir Peter

I’faith, Sir Oliver⁠—Mr. Premium, I mean⁠—you’ll soon be master of the trade. But, Moses! would not you have him run out a little against the Annuity Bill? That would be in character, I should think.

Moses

Very much.

Rowley

And lament that a young man now must be at years of discretion before he is suffered to ruin himself.

Moses

Ay, great pity.

Sir Peter

And abuse the public for allowing merit to an act whose only object is to snatch misfortune and imprudence from the rapacious grip of usury, and give the minor a chance of inheriting his estate without being undone by coming into possession.

Sir Oliver

So, so⁠—Moses shall give me farther instructions as we go together.

Sir Peter

You will not have much time, for your nephew lives hard by.

Sir Oliver

Oh, never fear! my tutor appears so able, that though Charles lived in the next street, it must be my own fault if I am not a complete rogue before I turn the corner.

Exit with Moses.

Sir Peter

So, now, I think Sir Oliver will be convinced: you are partial, Rowley, and would have prepared Charles for the other plot.

Rowley

No, upon my word, Sir Peter.

Sir Peter

Well, go bring me this Snake, and I’ll hear what he has to say presently.⁠—⁠I see Maria, and want to speak with her. —

Exit Rowley.

I should be glad to be convinced my suspicions of Lady Teazle and Charles were unjust. I have never yet opened my mind on this subject to my friend Joseph⁠—I am determined I will do it⁠—he will give me his opinion sincerely.

Enter Maria.

So, child, has Mr. Surface returned with you?

Maria

No, sir; he was engaged.

Sir Peter

Well, Maria, do you not reflect, the more you converse with that amiable young man, what return his partiality for you deserves?

Maria

Indeed, Sir Peter, your frequent importunity on this subject distresses me extremely⁠—you compel me to declare that I know no man who has ever paid me a particular attention whom I would not prefer to Mr. Surface.

Sir Peter

So⁠—here’s perverseness!⁠—No, no, Maria, ’tis Charles only whom you would prefer. ’T is evident his vices and follies have won your heart.

Maria

This is unkind, sir. You know I have obeyed you in neither seeing nor corresponding with him: I have heard enough to convince me that he is unworthy my regard. Yet I cannot think it culpable, if, while my understanding severely condemns his vices, my heart suggests some pity for his distresses.

Sir Peter

Well, well, pity him as much as you please; but give your heart and hand to a worthier object.

Maria

Never to his brother!

Sir Peter

Go, perverse and obstinate! But take care, madam; you have never yet known what the authority of a guardian is: don’t compel me to inform you of it.

Maria

I can only say you shall not have just reason. ’T is true, by my father’s will, I am for a short period bound to regard you as his substitute; but must cease to think you so, when you would compel me to be miserable.

Exit Maria.

Sir Peter

Was ever man so crossed as I am? everything conspiring to fret me! I had not been involved in matrimony a fortnight, before her father, a hale and hearty man, died, on purpose, I believe, for the pleasure of plaguing me with the care of his daughter.⁠—⁠Lady Teazle sings without. But here comes my helpmate! She appears in great good humour. How happy I should be if I could tease her into loving me, though but a little!

Enter Lady Teazle.

Lady Teazle

Lud! Sir Peter, I hope you haven’t been quarrelling with Maria? It is not using me well to be ill-humoured when I am not by.

Sir Peter

Ah, Lady Teazle, you might have the power to make me good-humoured at all times.

Lady Teazle

I am sure I wish I had; for I want you to be in a charming sweet temper at this moment. Do be good-humoured now, and let me have two hundred pounds, will you?

Sir Peter

Two hundred pounds; what, an’t I to be in a good humour without paying for it! But speak to me thus, and i’ faith there’s nothing I could refuse you. You shall have it; but seal me a bond for the repayment.

Lady Teazle

Oh, no⁠—there⁠—my note of hand will do as well. Offering her hand.

Sir Peter

And you shall no longer reproach me with not giving you an independent settlement. I mean shortly to surprise you:⁠—but shall we always live thus, hey?

Lady Teazle

If you please. I’m sure I don’t care how soon we leave off quarrelling, provided you’ll own you were tired first.

Sir Peter

Well⁠—then let our future contest be, who shall be most obliging.

Lady Teazle

I assure you, Sir Peter, good nature becomes you. You look now as you did before we were married, when you used to walk with me under the elms, and tell me stories of what a gallant you were in your youth, and chuck me under the chin, you would; and ask me if I thought I could love an old fellow who would deny me nothing⁠—didn’t you?

Sir Peter

Yes, yes, and you were as kind and attentive⁠—

Lady Teazle

Ay, so I was, and would always take your part, when my acquaintance used to abuse you, and turn you into ridicule.

Sir Peter

Indeed!

Lady Teazle

Ay, and when my cousin Sophy has called you a stiff, peevish old bachelor, and laughed at me for thinking of marrying one who might be my father, I have always defended you⁠—and said, I didn’t think you so ugly by any means.

Sir Peter

Thank you.

Lady Teazle

And I dared say you’d make a very good sort of a husband.

Sir Peter

And you prophesied right; and we shall now be the happiest couple⁠—

Lady Teazle

And never differ again?

Sir Peter

No, never!⁠—though at the same time, indeed, my dear Lady Teazle, you must watch your temper very seriously; for in all our little quarrels, my dear, if you recollect, my love, you always began first.

Lady Teazle

I beg your pardon, my dear Sir Peter: indeed you always gave the provocation.

Sir Peter

Now see, my angel! take care⁠—contradicting isn’t the way to keep friends.

Lady Teazle

Then don’t you begin it, my love!

Sir Peter

There, now! you⁠—you are going on. You don’t perceive, my life, that you are just doing the very thing which you know always makes me angry.

Lady Teazle

Nay, you know if you will be angry without any reason, my dear⁠—

Sir Peter

There! now you want to quarrel again.

Lady Teazle

No, I’m sure I don’t: but if you will be so peevish⁠—

Sir Peter

There now! who begins first?

Lady Teazle

Why, you, to be sure. I said nothing⁠—but there’s no bearing your temper.

Sir Peter

No, no, madam: the fault’s in your own temper.

Lady Teazle

Ay, you are just what my cousin Sophy said you would be.

Sir Peter

Your cousin Sophy is a forward, impertinent gipsy.

Lady Teazle

You are a great bear, I’m sure, to abuse my relations.

Sir Peter

Now may all the plagues of marriage be doubled on me, if ever I try to be friends with you any more!

Lady Teazle

So much the better.

Sir Peter

No, no, madam: ’tis evident you never cared a pin for me, and I was a madman to marry you⁠—a pert, rural coquette, that had refused half the honest ’squires in the neighbourhood!

Lady Teazle

And I am sure I was a fool to marry you⁠—an old dangling bachelor, who was single at fifty, only because he never could meet with anyone who would have him.

Sir Peter

Ay, ay, madam; but you were pleased enough to listen to me: you never had such an offer before.

Lady Teazle

No! didn’t I refuse Sir Tivy Terrier, who everybody said would have been a better match? for his estate is just as good as yours, and he has broke his neck since we have been married.

Sir Peter

I have done with you, madam! You are an unfeeling, ungrateful⁠—but there’s an end of everything. I believe you capable of everything that is bad. Yes, madam, I now believe the reports relative to you and Charles, madam. Yes, madam, you and Charles are⁠—not without grounds⁠—

Lady Teazle

Take care, Sir Peter! you had better not insinuate any such thing! I’ll not be suspected without cause, I promise you.

Sir Peter

Very well, madam! very well! A separate maintenance as soon as you please. Yes, madam, or a divorce! I’ll make an example of myself for the benefit of all old bachelors. Let us separate, madam.

Lady Teazle

Agreed! agreed! And now, my dear Sir Peter, we are of a mind once more, we may be the happiest couple, and never differ again, you know: ha! ha! ha! Well, you are going to be in a passion, I see, and I shall only interrupt you⁠—so, by! by!

Exit.

Sir Peter

Plagues and tortures! Can’t I make her angry either! Oh, I am the most miserable fellow! But I’ll not bear her presuming to keep her temper: no! she may break my heart, but she shan’t keep her temper.

Exit.