Careless, that I have not a son to inherit this.
I say it, blessed be providence I may.html">may say; for indeed, Mr. Careless,
if I had a son! Ah, that's my affliction.html">affliction, and my only affliction;
likely woman.html">woman -
SIR PAUL. Oh, a fine likely woman as you shall see.html">see in a summer's
no, you shoot wide of the mark a mile; indeed you do, that's not it,
is so nice. It's very strange, but it's true.html">true.html">true; too true--she's so
At least not above once a year; I'm sure I have found it so; and,
generation? Indeed it's true, Mr. Careless, it breaks my heart. I
yet I am her husband; but alas-a-day, I have no more familiarity
indeed.
CARE. Alas-a-day, this is a lamentable story. My lady must be told
mightily in her favour.
CARE. I warrant you, what! we must have a son some way or other.
SIR PAUL. Indeed I should be mightily bound to you if you could
return of 600 pounds; you may take fifty of it for the next half
SCENE IX.
thou'rt melancholic.
LORD FROTH. Heaven, SirPaul, you amaze me, of all things in the
grin: all laugh and no company; ah, then 'tis such a sight to see
Sneer, and Sir Laurence Loud, and that gang.
SIR PAUL. I vow and swear she's a very merry woman; but I think she
quality. You have been at my Lady Whifler's upon her day, madam?
CYNT. Yes, my lord.html">lord. I must humour this fool. [Aside.]
LORD FROTH. Well, and how? hee! What is your sense of the
any harmony; for sure, my lord, to laugh out of time, is as
ready--she always comes in three bars too soon. And then, what.
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