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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.