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by Richard Brinsley Sheridan


  Scene III

  King’s-Mead-Fields. [Enter Sir LUCIUS O’TRIGGER and ACRES, with pistols.]

  ACRES By my valour! then, Sir Lucius, forty yards is a good distance. Odds levels and aims! — I say it is a good distance.

  Sir LUCIUS Is it for muskets or small field-pieces? Upon my conscience, Mr. Acres, you must leave those things to me. — Stay now — I’ll show you. — [Measures paces along the stage.] There now, that is a very pretty distance — a pretty gentleman’s distance.

  ACRES Zounds! we might as well fight in a sentry-box! I tell you, Sir Lucius, the farther he is off, the cooler I shall take my aim.

  Sir LUCIUS Faith! then I suppose you would aim at him best of all if he was out of sight!

  ACRES

  No, Sir Lucius; but I should think forty or eight-and-thirty yards ——

  Sir LUCIUS Pho! pho! nonsense! three or four feet between the mouths of your pistols is as good as a mile.

  ACRES Odds bullets, no! — by my valour! there is no merit in killing him so near; do, my dear Sir Lucius, let me bring him down at a long shot: — a long shot, Sir Lucius, if you love me!

  Sir LUCIUS

  Well, the gentleman’s friend and I must settle that. — But tell me now,

  Mr. Acres, in case of an accident, is there any little will or

  commission I could execute for you?

  ACRES

  I am much obliged to you, Sir Lucius — but I don’t understand ——

  Sir LUCIUS Why, you may think there’s no being shot at without a little risk — and if an unlucky bullet should carry a quietus with it — I say it will be no time then to be bothering you about family matters.

  ACRES

  A quietus!

  Sir LUCIUS For instance, now — if that should be the case — would you choose to be pickled and sent home? — or would it be the same to you to lie here in the Abbey? I’m told there is very snug lying in the Abbey.

  ACRES Pickled! — Snug lying in the Abbey! — Odds tremors! Sir Lucius, don’t talk so!

  Sir LUCIUS I suppose, Mr. Acres, you never were engaged in an affair of this kind before?

  ACRES

  No, Sir Lucius, never before.

  Sir LUCIUS Ah! that’s a pity! — there’s nothing like being used to a thing. — Pray now, how would you receive the gentleman’s shot?

  ACRES Odds files! — I’ve practised that — there, Sir Lucius — there. [Puts himself in an attitude.] A side-front, hey? Odd! I’ll make myself small enough: I’ll stand edgeways.

  Sir LUCIUS

  Now — you’re quite out — for if you stand so when I take my aim ——

  [Levelling at him.]

  ACRES

  Zounds! Sir Lucius — are you sure it is not cocked?

  Sir LUCIUS

  Never fear.

  ACRES

  But — but — you don’t know — it may go off of its own head!

  Sir LUCIUS Pho! be easy. — Well, now if I hit you in the body, my bullet has a double chance — for if it misses a vital part of your right side, ‘twill be very hard if it don’t succeed on the left!

  ACRES

  A vital part!

  Sir LUCIUS But, there — fix yourself so — [Placing him] — let him see the broad-side of your full front — there — now a ball or two may pass clean through your body, and never do any harm at all.

  ACRES

  Clean through me! — a ball or two clean through me!

  Sir LUCIUS

  Ay — may they — and it is much the genteelest attitude into the bargain.

  ACRES Look’ee! Sir Lucius — I’d just as lieve be shot in an awkward posture as a genteel one; so, by my valour! I will stand edgeways.

  Sir LUCIUS [Looking at his watch.] Sure they don’t mean to disappoint us — Hah! — no, faith — I think I see them coming.

  ACRES

  Hey! — what! — coming! ——

  Sir LUCIUS

  Ay. — Who are those yonder getting over the stile?

  ACRES

  There are two of them indeed! — well — let them come — hey, Sir

  Lucius! — we — we — we — we — won’t run.

  Sir LUCIUS

  Run!

  ACRES

  No — I say — we won’t run, by my valour!

  Sir LUCIUS

  What the devil’s the matter with you?

  ACRES Nothing — nothing — my dear friend — my dear Sir Lucius — but I — I — I don’t feel quite so bold, somehow, as I did.

  Sir LUCIUS

  O fy! — consider your honour.

  ACRES Ay — true — my honour. Do, Sir Lucius, edge in a word or two every now and then about my honour.

  Sir LUCIUS

  [Looking.] Well, here they’re coming.

  ACRES Sir Lucius — if I wa’n’t with you, I should almost think I was afraid. — If my valour should leave me! — Valour will come and go.

  Sir LUCIUS

  Then pray keep it fast, while you have it.

  ACRES Sir Lucius — I doubt it is going — yes — my valour is certainly going! — it is sneaking off! — I feel it oozing out as it were at the palms of my hands!

  Sir LUCIUS

  Your honour — your honour. — Here they are.

  ACRES O mercy! — now — that I was safe at Clod-Hall! or could be shot before I was aware!

  [Enter FAULKLAND and CAPTAIN ABSOLUTE.]

  Sir LUCIUS Gentlemen, your most obedient. — Hah! — what, Captain Absolute! — So, I suppose, sir, you are come here, just like myself — to do a kind office, first for your friend — then to proceed to business on your own account.

  ACRES

  What, Jack! — my dear Jack! — my dear friend!

  ABSOLUTE

  Hark’ee, Bob, Beverley’s at hand.

  Sir LUCIUS Well, Mr. Acres — I don’t blame your saluting the gentleman civilly. — [To FAULKLAND.] So, Mr. Beverley, if you’ll choose your weapons, the captain and I will measure the ground.

  FAULKLAND

  My weapons, sir!

  ACRES Odds life! Sir Lucius, I’m not going to fight Mr. Faulkland; these are my particular friends.

  Sir LUCIUS

  What, sir, did you not come here to fight Mr. Acres?

  FAULKLAND

  Not I, upon my word, sir.

  Sir LUCIUS Well, now, that’s mighty provoking! But I hope, Mr. Faulkland, as there are three of us come on purpose for the game, you won’t be so cantanckerous as to spoil the party by sitting out.

  ABSOLUTE

  O pray, Faulkland, fight to oblige Sir Lucius.

  FAULKLAND

  Nay, if Mr. Acres is so bent on the matter ——

  ACRES

  No, no, Mr. Faulkland; — I’ll bear my disappointment like a

  Christian. — Look’ee, Sir Lucius, there’s no occasion at all for me to

  fight; and if it is the same to you, I’d as lieve let it alone.

  Sir LUCIUS Observe me, Mr. Acres — I must not be trifled with. You have certainly challenged somebody — and you came here to fight him. Now, if that gentleman is willing to represent him — I can’t see, for my soul, why it isn’t just the same thing.

  ACRES Why no — Sir Lucius — I tell you, ’tis one Beverley I’ve challenged — a fellow, you see, that dare not show his face! — if he were here, I’d make him give up his pretensions directly!

  ABSOLUTE Hold, Bob — let me set you right — there is no such man as Beverley in the case. — The person who assumed that name is before you; and as his pretensions are the same in both characters, he is ready to support them in whatever way you please.

  Sir LUCIUS

  Well, this is lucky. — Now you have an opportunity ——

  ACRES

  What, quarrel with my dear friend Jack Absolute? — not if he were fifty

  Beverleys! Zounds! Sir Lucius, you would not have me so unnatural.

  Sir LUCIUS Upon my conscience, Mr. Acres, your valour has oozed away with a vengeance!r />
  ACRES Not in the least! Odds backs and abettors! I’ll be your second with all my heart — and if you should get a quietus, you may command me entirely. I’ll get you snug lying in the Abbey here; or pickle you, and send you over to Blunderbuss-hall, or anything of the kind, with the greatest pleasure.

  Sir LUCIUS

  Pho! pho! you are little better than a coward.

  ACRES Mind, gentlemen, he calls me a coward; coward was the word, by my valour!

  Sir LUCIUS

  Well, sir?

  ACRES Look’ee, Sir Lucius, ’tisn’t that I mind the word coward — coward may be said in joke — But if you had called me a poltroon, odds daggers and balls ——

  Sir LUCIUS

  Well, sir?

  ACRES

  I should have thought you a very ill-bred man.

  Sir LUCIUS

  Pho! you are beneath my notice.

  ABSOLUTE

  Nay, Sir Lucius, you can’t have a better second than my friend

  Acres — He is a most determined dog — called in the country, Fighting

  Bob. — He generally kills a man a week — don’t you Bob?

  ACRES

  Ay — at home!

  Sir LUCIUS Well, then, captain, ’tis we must begin — so come out, my little counsellor — [Draws his sword] — and ask the gentleman, whether he will resign the lady, without forcing you to proceed against him?

  ABSOLUTE Come on then, sir — [Draws]; since you won’t let it be an amicable suit, here’s my reply.

  [Enter Sir ANTHONY ABSOLUTE, DAVID, Mrs. MALAPROP, LYDIA, and JULIA.]

  DAVID Knock ’em all down, sweet Sir Anthony; knock down my master in particular; and bind his hands over to their good behaviour!

  Sir ANTHONY Put up, Jack, put up, or I shall be in a frenzy — how came you in a duel, sir?

  ABSOLUTE Faith, sir, that gentleman can tell you better than I; ’twas he called on me, and you know, sir, I serve his majesty.

  Sir ANTHONY Here’s a pretty fellow; I catch him going to cut a man’s throat, and he tells me, he serves his majesty! — Zounds! sirrah, then how durst you draw the king’s sword against one of his subjects?

  ABSOLUTE Sir! I tell you, that gentleman called me out, without explaining his reasons.

  Sir ANTHONY Gad! sir, how came you to call my son out, without explaining your reasons!

  Sir LUCIUS

  Your son, sir, insulted me in a manner which my honour could not brook.

  Sir ANTHONY Zounds! Jack, how durst you insult the gentleman in a manner which his honour could not brook?

  Mrs. MALAPROP Come, come, let’s have no honour before ladies — Captain Absolute, come here — How could you intimidate us so? — Here’s Lydia has been terrified to death for you.

  ABSOLUTE

  For fear I should be killed, or escape, ma’am?

  Mrs. MALAPROP

  Nay, no delusions to the past — Lydia is convinced; speak, child.

  Sir LUCIUS With your leave, ma’am, I must put in a word here: I believe I could interpret the young lady’s silence. Now mark ——

  LYDIA

  What is it you mean, sir?

  Sir LUCIUS Come, come, Delia, we must be serious now — this is no time for trifling.

  LYDIA ’Tis true, sir; and your reproof bids me offer this gentleman my hand, and solicit the return of his affections.

  ABSOLUTE O! my little angel, say you so? — Sir Lucius — I perceive there must be some mistake here, with regard to the affront which you affirm I have given you. I can only say, that it could not have been intentional. And as you must be convinced, that I should not fear to support a real injury — you shall now see that I am not ashamed to atone for an inadvertency — I ask your pardon. — But for this lady, while honoured with her approbation, I will support my claim against any man whatever.

  Sir ANTHONY

  Well said, Jack, and I’ll stand by you, my boy.

  ACRES Mind, I give up all my claim — I make no pretensions to any thing in the world; and if I can’t get a wife without fighting for her, by my valour! I’ll live a bachelor.

  Sir LUCIUS Captain, give me your hand: an affront handsomely acknowledged becomes an obligation; and as for the lady, if she chooses to deny her own hand-writing, here —— [Takes out letters.]

  Mrs. MALAPROP O, he will dissolve my mystery! — Sir Lucius, perhaps there’s some mistake — perhaps I can illuminate ——

  Sir LUCIUS Pray, old gentlewoman, don’t interfere where you have no business. — Miss Languish, are you my Delia, or not?

  LYDIA

  Indeed, Sir Lucius, I am not. [Walks aside with CAPTAIN ABSOLUTE.]

  Mrs. MALAPROP Sir Lucius O’Trigger — ungrateful as you are — I own the soft impeachment — pardon my blushes, I am Delia.

  Sir LUCIUS

  You Delia — pho! pho! be easy.

  Mrs. MALAPROP Why, thou barbarous Vandyke — those letters are mine — When you are more sensible of my benignity — perhaps I may be brought to encourage your addresses.

  Sir LUCIUS Mrs. Malaprop, I am extremely sensible of your condescension; and whether you or Lucy have put this trick on me, I am equally beholden to you. — And, to show you I am not ungrateful, Captain Absolute, since you have taken that lady from me, I’ll give you my Delia into the bargain.

  ABSOLUTE

  I am much obliged to you, Sir Lucius; but here’s my friend, Fighting

  Bob, unprovided for.

  Sir LUCIUS

  Hah! little Valour — here, will you make your fortune?

  ACRES

  Odds wrinkles! No. — But give me your hand, Sir Lucius, forget and

  forgive; but if ever I give you a chance of pickling me again, say Bob

  Acres is a dunce, that’s all.

  Sir ANTHONY

  Come, Mrs. Malaprop, don’t be cast down — you are in your bloom yet.

  Mrs. MALAPROP

  O Sir Anthony — men are all barbarians.

  [All retire but JULIA and FAULKLAND.]

  JULIA [Aside.] He seems dejected and unhappy — not sullen; there was some foundation, however, for the tale he told me — O woman! how true should be your judgment, when your resolution is so weak!

  FAULKLAND Julia! — how can I sue for what I so little deserve? I dare not presume — yet Hope is the child of Penitence.

  JULIA Oh! Faulkland, you have not been more faulty in your unkind treatment of me, than I am now in wanting inclination to resent it. As my heart honestly bids me place my weakness to the account of love, I should be ungenerous not to admit the same plea for yours.

  FAULKLAND

  Now I shall be blest indeed!

  Sir ANTHONY [Coming forward.] What’s going on here? — So you have been quarrelling too, I warrant! Come, Julia, I never interfered before; but let me have a hand in the matter at last. — All the faults I have ever seen in my friend Faulkland seemed to proceed from what he calls the delicacy and warmth of his affection for you — There, marry him directly, Julia; you’ll find he’ll mend surprisingly!

  [The rest come forward.]

  Sir LUCIUS Come, now, I hope there is no dissatisfied person, but what is content; for as I have been disappointed myself, it will be very hard if I have not the satisfaction of seeing other people succeed better.

  ACRES You are right, Sir Lucius. — So Jack, I wish you joy — Mr. Faulkland the same. — Ladies, — come now, to show you I’m neither vexed nor angry, odds tabors and pipes! I’ll order the fiddles in half an hour to the New Rooms — and I insist on your all meeting me there.

  Sir ANTHONY ‘Gad! sir, I like your spirit; and at night we single lads will drink a health to the young couples, and a husband to Mrs. Malaprop.

  FAULKLAND Our partners are stolen from us, Jack — I hope to be congratulated by each other — yours for having checked in time the errors of an ill-directed imagination, which might have betrayed an innocent heart; and mine, for having, by her gentleness and candour, reformed the unhappy temper of one, w
ho by it made wretched whom he loved most, and tortured the heart he ought to have adored.

  ABSOLUTE Well, Jack, we have both tasted the bitters, as well as the sweets of love; with this difference only, that you always prepared the bitter cup for yourself, while I ——

  LYDIA Was always obliged to me for it, hey! Mr. Modesty? — But come, no more of that — our happiness is now as unalloyed as general.

  JULIA Then let us study to preserve it so: and while Hope pictures to us a flattering scene of future bliss, let us deny its pencil those colours which are too bright to be lasting. — When hearts deserving happiness would unite their fortunes, Virtue would crown them with an unfading garland of modest hurtless flowers; but ill-judging Passion will force the gaudier rose into the wreath, whose thorn offends them when its leaves are dropped!

  [Exeunt omnes.]

  * * *

  EPILOGUE

  By the Author

  Spoken by MRS. BULKLEY

  Ladies, for you — I heard our poet say —

  He’d try to coax some moral from his play:

  “One moral’s plain,” cried I, “without more fuss;

  Man’s social happiness all rests on us:

  Through all the drama — whether damn’d or not —

  Love gilds the scene, and women guide the plot.

  From every rank obedience is our due —

  D’ye doubt? — The world’s great stage shall prove it true.”

  The cit, well skill’d to shun domestic strife,

  Will sup abroad; but first he’ll ask his wife:

  John Trot, his friend, for once will do the same,

  But then — he’ll just step home to tell his dame.

  The surly squire at noon resolves to rule,

  And half the day — Zounds! madam is a fool!

  Convinced at night, the vanquish’d victor says,

  Ah, Kate! you women have such coaxing ways.

  The jolly toper chides each tardy blade,

  Till reeling Bacchus calls on Love for aid:

  Then with each toast he sees fair bumpers swim,

  And kisses Chloe on the sparkling brim!

  Nay, I have heard that statesmen — great and wise —

  Will sometimes counsel with a lady’s eyes!

  The servile suitors watch her various face,

  She smiles preferment, or she frowns disgrace,

  Curtsies a pension here — there nods a place.

  Nor with less awe, in scenes of humbler life,

  Is view’d the mistress, or is heard the wife.

 

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