She stoops to conquer by oliver goldsmith11/15/2023 Lumpkin, my first husband and he’s not come to years of discretion yet. Hardcastle I was but twenty when I was brought to bed of Tony, that I had by Mr. Let me see twenty added to twenty makes just fifty and seven. Add twenty to twenty, and make money of that. I’m not so old as you’d make me, by more than one good year. You may be a Darby, but I’ll be no Joan, I promise you. Hardcastle, you’re for ever at your Dorothys and your old wifes. I love everything that’s old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine and I believe, Dorothy (taking her hand), you’ll own I have been pretty fond of an old wife. ![]() Oddfish, the curate’s wife, and little Cripplegate, the lame dancing-master and all our entertainment your old stories of Prince Eugene and the Duke of Marlborough. Here we live in an old rumbling mansion, that looks for all the world like an inn, but that we never see company. Ay, your times were fine times indeed you have been telling us of them for many a long year. Its fopperies come down not only as inside passengers, but in the very basket. I wonder why London cannot keep its own fools at home! In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stage-coach. Ay, and bring back vanity and affectation to last them the whole year. Grigsby, go to take a month’s polishing every winter. Is there a creature in the whole country but ourselves, that does not take a trip to town now and then, to rub off the rust a little? There’s the two Miss Hoggs, and our neighbour Mrs. SCENE–A Chamber in an old-fashioned House.Įnter MRS. The College YOU, must his pretensions back, Pronounce him Regular, or dub him Quack. Should he succeed, you’ll give him his degree If not, within he will receive no fee! If you will swallow it, the maid is cur’d: But desperate the Doctor, and her case is, If you reject the dose, and make wry faces! This truth he boasts, will boast it while he lives, No poisonous drugs are mixed in what he gives. To cheer her heart, and give your muscles motion, He, in Five Draughts prepar’d, presents a potion: A kind of magic charm–for be assur’d, One hope remains–hearing the maid was ill, A Doctor comes this night to show his skill. I give it up–morals won’t do for me To make you laugh, I must play tragedy. “Let not your virtue trip who trips may stumble, “And virtue is not virtue, if she tumble.” “When Ignorance enters, Folly is at hand: “Learning is better far than house and land. My heart thus pressing–fixed my face and eye– With a sententious look, that nothing means, (Faces are blocks in sentimental scenes) Thus I begin: “All is not gold that glitters, “Pleasure seems sweet, but proves a glass of bitters. What shall we do? If Comedy forsake us, They’ll turn us out, and no one else will take us. We can as soon speak Greek as sentiments! Both nervous grown, to keep our spirits up. To her a mawkish drab of spurious breed, Who deals in sentimentals, will succeed! Poor Ned and I are dead to all intents When the sweet maid is laid upon the bier, Shuter and I shall be chief mourners here. “‘Tis not alone this mourning suit,” good masters: “I’ve that within”–for which there are no plasters! Pray, would you know the reason why I’m crying? The Comic Muse, long sick, is now a-dying! And if she goes, my tears will never stop For as a player, I can’t squeeze out one drop: I am undone, that’s all–shall lose my bread– I’d rather, but that’s nothing–lose my head. WOODWARD, dressed in black, and holding a handkerchief to his eyes.Įxcuse me, sirs, I pray–I can’t yet speak– I’m crying now–and have been all the week. I am, dear Sir, your most sincere friend and admirer,Įnter MR. However, I ventured to trust it to the public and, though it was necessarily delayed till late in the season, I have every reason to be grateful. Colman, who saw this piece in its various stages, always thought it so. ![]() The undertaking a comedy not merely sentimental was very dangerous and Mr. I have, particularly, reason to thank you for your partiality to this performance. It may serve the interests of mankind also to inform them, that the greatest wit may be found in a character, without impairing the most unaffected piety. It may do me some honour to inform the public, that I have lived many years in intimacy with you. Dear Sir,–By inscribing this slight performance to you, I do not mean so much to compliment you as myself.
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