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L. Aim. Upon my word, farmer, you have made an excellent choice—It is a god-daughter of my mothers, madam, who was bred up under her care, and I protest I do not know a more amiable young woman.
But are you sure, farmer, that Patty herself is inclinable to this match.
Giles. O yes, my lord I am sartain of that. 489
L. Aim. Perhaps then she desired you to come and ask my consent?
Giles. Why as far as this here, my lord; to be sure, the miller did not care to publish the banns, without making your lordship acquainted—But I hope your honour's not angry with I.
L. Aim. Angry farmer! why should you think so ?— what interest have I in it to be angry?
iS. Har. And so, honest farmer, you are going to be married to little Patty Fairfield? She's an old acquaintance of mine; how long have you and she been sweethearts? 501
Giles. Not a long while, an please your worship.
S. Har. Well, her father's a good warm fellow; I suppose you take care that she brings something to make the pot boil?
L. Syc. What does that concern you, Sir Harry? how often must I tell you of meddling in other people's affairs?
S. Har. My lord, a penny for your thoughts. 509 L. Aim. 1 beg your pardon, Sir Harry; upon my word, I did not think where I was. 511
Giles. Well then, your honour, I'll make bold to
be taking my leave; I may say you gave consent for Miss Patty and I to go on.
L. Aim. Undoubtedly, farmer, if she approves of it: but are you not afraid that her education has rendered her a little unsuitable for a wife for you f
L. Syc. Oh my lord, if the girl's handy
S. Har. Oh, ay—when a girl's handy 519
Giles. Handy! Why, saving respect, there's nothing comes amiss to her; she's cute at every varsal kind of thing.
Odd's my life, search England over,
And be sure as well I love her.
Do but feel my heart a beating,
When she mahes the music tinhle,
What on yearth can sweater be?
'Tis a feast to hear and see.
Lord Aim Worth, Sir Harry, Lady Sycamore.
S. Har. By dad this is a good merry fellow, is not he in love, with his pitty patty—And so my lord you have given your consent that he shall marry your mother's old housekeeper. Ah, well, I can see
L. Aim. Nobody doubts, Sir Harry, that you are very clear-sighted. 540
S. Har. Yes, yes, let me alone, I know what's what: I was a young fellow once myself; and I should have been glad of a tenant, to take a pretty girl off my hands now and then, as well as another.
L. Aim. I protestmy dear friend, I don't understand you.
L. Syc. Nor nobody else—Sir Harry you are going at some beastliness now. 548
S. Har. Who I, my lady 1 "Not I, as I hope to live and breathe; 'tis nothing to us you know, what my lord does before he's married; when I was a bachelor, I was a devil among the wenches, myself; and yet I vow to George, my lord, since I knew my lady Sycamore, and we shall be man and wife eighteen years, if we live till next-Candlemas-day, I never had to do
L. Syc. Sir Harry, come out of the room, I desire. 5. Har. Why, what's the matter, my lady, I did not say any harm f 559
L. Syc. I see what you are driving at, you want to make me faint.
S. Har. I want to make you faint, my lady!
L. Syc. Yes you do—and if you don't come out this instant I shall fall down in the chamber—I beg, my lord, you won't speak to him.—Will you come out, Sir Hariy.
S. Har. Nay, but my lady!
L. Syc. No, I will have you out. 568
This worthy Baronet, and his lady, are certainly a very whimsical couple; however, their daughter is perfectly amiable in every respect: and yet I am sorry I have brought her down here; for can I in honour marry her, while my affections are engaged to another? To w hat does the pride of condition and the censure of the world force me! Must I then renounce the only person that can make me happy; because, because what f because she's a miller's daughter f Vain pride, and unjust censure! has she not all the graces that education can give her sex ; improved by a genius seldom found among the highest? has she not modesty, sweetness of temper, and beauty of person, capable of adorning a rank the most exalted? But it is too late to think of these things now; my hand is promised, my honour engaged: and if it was not so, she has engaged herself; the farmer is a person to her mind, and I have authorized their union by my approbation. 587
The mad-man thus, at times, we see,
With seeming reason blest;
And speah a mind at rest.
But short the calms of ease and sense,
And ah! uncertain loo;
At first his frenzy grew. 595
Changes to the prospeB of the mill.
Enter Ralph, with Mervin, in a riding dress, followed by Fan Nr.
Fan. Ah, pray your honour, try if you have not something to spare for poor Fanny the gipsey.
Ral. I tell you, Fan, the gentleman has no change about him; why the plague will you be so troublesome? 600
Fan. Lord what is it to you, if his honour has a