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SCENE II] THE OLD BACHELOR 59
over.—O gad, you arc quite spoiled!—I shall loathe the
sight of mankind for your sake.
Aram. Fy, this is gross affectation! A little of Bellmour's
company would change the scene.
Belin. Filthy fellow! I wonder, cousin—
Aram. I wonder, cousin, you should imagine I don't perceive
you love him.
Belin. Oh, I love your hideous fancy! Ha! ha! ha! love a
man!
Aram. Love a man! yes, you would not love a beast?
Belin. Of all beasts not an ass—which is so like your
Vainlove!—Lard, I have seen an ass look so chagrin, ha! ha!
ha! (you must pardon me, I can't help laughing) that an
absolute lover would have concluded the poor creature to
have had darts, and flames, and altars, and all that, in his
breast. Araminta, come, I'll talk serinuslv to you now; could
you but see with my eyes, the buffoonery of one scene of
address, a lover, set out with all his equipage and appurtenances:
O gad! sure you would—But you play the game, and
consequently can't see the miscarriages obvious to every
stander by.
Aram. Yes, yes, I can see something near it, when you
and Bellmour meet. You don't knnw that you dreamed of
Bellmour last night, and called him aloud in your sleep.
Belin. Pish! T can't help dreaming of the devil sometimes;
would you from thence infer I love him?
Aram. But that's not all; you caught me in your arms
when you named him, and pressed me to your bosom.—
Sure, if T had not pinched you till you awaked, you had
stifled me with kisses.
Belin. O barbarous aspersion!
Aram. No aspersion, cousin, we are alone.—Nay I can tell
you more.
Belin. T deny it all.
Aram. What, before you hear it?
Belin. My denial is premeditated like your malice.—Lard,
cousin, you talk oddly!—Whatever the matter is, O my Sol,
I'm afraid you'll follow evil courses.
Aram. Ha! ha! ha! this is pleasant.
Belin. You may laugh, but—
Aram. Ha! ha! ha!
Belin. You may think the malicious grin becomes you.—
The devil take Bellmour! why do you tell me of him?