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Becoming America - An Exploration of American Literature from Precolonial to Post-Revolution, 2018a

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BECOMING AMERICA<br />

REVOLUTIONARY AND EARLY NATIONAL PERIOD LITERATURE<br />

your Robinson Crusoes, and such other trumpery. No, no, no! child; it is money<br />

makes the mare go; keep your eye upon the main chance, Mary.<br />

MARIA<br />

Marriage, Sir, is, indeed, a very serious aair.<br />

VAN ROUGH<br />

You are right, child; you are right. I am sure I found it so, <strong>to</strong> my cost.<br />

MARIA<br />

I mean, Sir, that as marriage is a portion for life, and so intimately involves our<br />

happiness, we cannot be <strong>to</strong>o considerate in the choice <strong>of</strong> our companion.<br />

VAN ROUGH<br />

Right, child; very right. A young woman should be very sober when she is making<br />

her choice, but when she has once made it, as you have done, I don’t see why she<br />

should not be as merry as a grig; I am sure she has reason enough <strong>to</strong> be so. Solomon<br />

says that “there is a time <strong>to</strong> laugh, and a time <strong>to</strong> weep.” Now, a time for a young<br />

woman <strong>to</strong> laugh is when she has made sure <strong>of</strong> a good rich husband. Now, a time<br />

<strong>to</strong> cry, according <strong>to</strong> you, Mary, is when she is making choice <strong>of</strong> him; but I should<br />

think that a young woman’s time <strong>to</strong> cry was when she despaired <strong>of</strong> getting one.<br />

Why, there was your mother, now: <strong>to</strong> be sure, when I popp’d the question <strong>to</strong> her<br />

she did look a little silly; but when she had once looked down on her apron-strings,<br />

as all modest young women us’d <strong>to</strong> do, and drawled out ye-s, she was as brisk and<br />

as merry as a bee.<br />

MARIA<br />

My honoured mother, Sir, had no motive <strong>to</strong> melancholy; she married the man <strong>of</strong><br />

her choice.<br />

VAN ROUGH<br />

The man <strong>of</strong> her choice! <strong>An</strong>d pray, Mary, an’t you going <strong>to</strong> marry the man <strong>of</strong> your<br />

choice—what trumpery notion is this? It is these vile books [throwing them away].<br />

I’d have you <strong>to</strong> know, Mary, if you won’t make young Van Dumpling the man <strong>of</strong><br />

your choice, you shall marry him as the man <strong>of</strong> my choice.<br />

MARIA<br />

You terrify me, Sir. Indeed, Sir, I am all submission. My will is yours.<br />

VAN ROUGH<br />

Why, that is the way your mother us’d <strong>to</strong> talk. “My will is yours, my dear Mr. Van<br />

Rough, my will is yours”; but she <strong>to</strong>ok special care <strong>to</strong> have her own way, though,<br />

for all that.<br />

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