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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 />

JONATHAN<br />

Ho, ho, ho! There the old man was even with her; he was up <strong>to</strong> the notch—ha, ha,<br />

ha!<br />

JESSAMY<br />

But, Mr. Jonathan, you must not laugh so. Why you ought <strong>to</strong> have tittered piano,<br />

and you have laughed fortissimo. Look here; you see these marks, A, B, C, and so<br />

on; these are the references <strong>to</strong> the other part <strong>of</strong> the book. Let us turn <strong>to</strong> it, and you<br />

will see the directions how <strong>to</strong> manage the muscles. This [turns over] was note D<br />

you blundered at.—You must purse the mouth in<strong>to</strong> a smile, then titter, discovering<br />

the lower part <strong>of</strong> the three front upper teeth.<br />

How? read it again.<br />

JONATHAN<br />

JESSAMY<br />

“There was a certain man”—very well!—”who had a sad scolding wife,”—why don’t<br />

you laugh?<br />

JONATHAN<br />

Now, that scolding wife sticks in my gizzard so pluckily that I can’t laugh for the<br />

blood and nowns <strong>of</strong> me. Let me look grave here, and I’ll laugh your belly full, where<br />

the old creature’s a-dying.<br />

JESSAMY<br />

“<strong>An</strong>d she asked her husband”—[Bell rings.] My master’s bell! he’s returned, I<br />

fear.—Here, Mr. Jonathan, take this gamut; and I make no doubt but with a few<br />

years’ close application, you may be able <strong>to</strong> smile gracefully.” [Exeunt severally.<br />

SCENE II.<br />

CHARLOTTE’S Apartment.<br />

Enter MANLY.<br />

MANLY<br />

What, no one at home? How unfortunate <strong>to</strong> meet the only lady my heart was ever<br />

moved by, <strong>to</strong> nd her engaged <strong>to</strong> another, and confessing her partiality for me! Yet<br />

engaged <strong>to</strong> a man who, by her intimation, and his libertine conversation with me,<br />

I fear, does not merit her. Aye! there’s the sting; for, were I assured that Maria was<br />

happy, my heart is not so selsh but that it would dilate in knowing it, even though<br />

it were with another. But <strong>to</strong> know she is unhappy!—I must drive these thoughts<br />

<strong>from</strong> me. Charlotte has some books; and this is what I believe she calls her little<br />

library. [Enters a closet.<br />

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