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152 WILLIAM CONGREVE [ACT Iv<br />

Lady Ply. O fy, fy, Sir Paul! you'll put me out of countenance—your<br />

very obedient and affectionate wife; that's all,<br />

and highly honoured in that title.<br />

Sir Paul. Gadsbud, I'm transported! give me leave to<br />

kiss your ladyship's hand.<br />

Cyn. [Aside.] That my poor father should be so very<br />

silly.<br />

Lady Ply. My lip, indeed, Sir Paul, I swear you shall.<br />

[He kisses her and bows very Ivw.<br />

Sir Paul. I humbly thank your ladyship.—[ Aside.] I<br />

don't know whether I fly on ground, or walk in air.—Gadsbud!<br />

she was never thus before.—Well, I must own myself<br />

the most beholden to Mr. Careless.—As sure as can be this<br />

is all his doing—something that he has said—well, 'tis a<br />

rare thing to have an ingenious friend.—\Aloud.] Well,<br />

your ladyship is of opinion that the match may go forward?<br />

Lady Ply. By all means; Mr. Careless has satisfied me of<br />

the matter.<br />

Sir Paul. Well, why then, lamb, you may keen your oath,<br />

but have a care of making rash vows; come hither to me,<br />

and kiss papa.<br />

Lady Ply. Mj/We-.l I swear and declare, I'm in such a<br />

twitter to read Mr. Careless's letter, that T can't forbear any<br />

longer.—But though I may read all letters first by prerogative,<br />

yet I'll be sure to be unsuspected this time.—<br />

[Aloud.} Sir Paul!<br />

Sir Paul. Did your ladyship call?<br />

Lady Ply. Nay, not to interrupt you, my dear—only lend<br />

me your letter, which you had from your steward today; I<br />

would look upon the account again, and maybe increase<br />

your allowance.<br />

Sir Paul. There it is, madam; do you want a pen and ink?<br />

[Bows and gives the letter.<br />

Lady Ply. No, no, nothing else, I thank you, Sir Paul.<br />

—\Aside.] So, now I can read my own letter under cover<br />

of his.<br />

Sir Paul. \To CYNTHIA.] He! and wilt thou bring a<br />

grandson at nine month's end, he!—a brave chopping boy?<br />

I'll settle a thousand pound a year upon'the rosue, as soon<br />

as ever he Inoks me in the face; I will, ^adsbud! I'm overjovrd<br />

to think I have any of my family that will bring<br />

children into the world. For I would fain have inme resemblance<br />

of myself in my posterity, hey, Thv? Can't vou

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