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SCENE II] THE DOUBLE-DEALER 163<br />
contrive that affair, girl? do, gadsbud, think on thy old<br />
father, he? Make the young rogue as like as you can.<br />
Cyn. I'm glad to see you so merry, sir.<br />
Sir Paul. Merry! gadsbud, I'm serious; Til give thee five<br />
hundred pounds for every inch of him that resembles me;<br />
ah this eye, this left eye! a thousand pound tor this left eye.<br />
This has done execution in its time, girl; why thou hast my<br />
leer, hussy, just thy father's leer:—let it be transmitted to<br />
the young rogue by the help of imagination; why 'tis the<br />
mark of our family, Thy; our house is distinguished by a<br />
languishing eye, as the house of Austria is by a thick lip.—<br />
Ah! when I was of your age, hussy, I would have held<br />
fiity to one I could have drawn my own picture.—Gadsbud!<br />
I could have done—not so much as you neither,—but—nay,<br />
don't blush—<br />
Cyn. I don't blush, sir, for I vow I don't understand—<br />
Sir Paul. Pshaw! pshaw! you fib, you baggage; you do<br />
understand, and you shall understand. Come, don't be so<br />
nice; gadsbud, don't learn after your mother-in-law my lady<br />
here: marry, Heaven forbid that you should follow her<br />
example! that would spoil all indeed. Bless us, if you should<br />
take a vagary and make a rash resolution on your wedding<br />
night to die a maid, as she did, all were ruined, all my<br />
hopes lost!—My heart would break, and my estate would be<br />
left to the wide world, he? I hope you are a better Christian<br />
than to think of living a nun; he? Answer me.<br />
Cyn. I'm all obedience, sir, to your commands.<br />
Lady Ply. \Aside.] 0 dear Mr. Careless! I swear he writes<br />
charmingly, and he looks charmingly, and he has charmed<br />
me, as much as I have charmed him; and so I'll tell him in<br />
the wardrobe when 'tis dark. 0 crimine! I hope Sir Paul has<br />
not seen both letters.—[Puts the wrong letter hastily up and<br />
gives him her oum.] Sir Paul, here's your letter; to-morrow<br />
morning I'll settle accounts to your advantage.<br />
Enter BRISK.<br />
Brisk. Sir Paul, gadsbud, you're an uncivil person, let me<br />
tell you, and all that; and I did not think it had been in you.<br />
Sir Paul. D la! what's the matter now? I hope you are<br />
not angry, Mr. Brisk.<br />
Brisk. Deuce take me, I believe you intend to marry your<br />
daughter yourself! you're always brooding over her like an<br />
old hen, as if she were not well hatched, egad, he?
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