the double-dealer(两面派)-第6节
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should never have met！
CYNT。 Then neither my lord nor you would ever have met with your
match； on my conscience。
LADY FROTH。 O' my conscience； no more we should； thou say'st
right。 For sure my Lord Froth is as fine a gentleman and as much a man of
quality！ Ah！ nothing at all of the common air。 I think I may say he
wants nothing but a blue ribbon and a star to make him shine； the very
phosphorus of our hemisphere。 Do you understand those two hard words？
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If you don't； I'll explain 'em to you。
CYNT。 Yes； yes； madam； I'm not so ignorant。At least I won't own it；
to be troubled with your instructions。 ＇Aside。＇
LADY FROTH。 Nay； I beg your pardon； but being derived from the
Greek； I thought you might have escaped the etymology。 But I'm the
more amazed to find you a woman of letters and not write！ Bless me！
how can Mellefont believe you love him？
CYNT。 Why； faith； madam； he that won't take my word shall never
have it under my hand。
LADY FROTH。 I vow Mellefont's a pretty gentleman； but methinks
he wants a manner。
CYNT。 A manner！ What's that； madam？
LADY FROTH。 Some distinguishing quality； as； for example； the
BEL AIR or BRILLANT of Mr。 Brisk； the solemnity； yet complaisance of
my lord； or something of his own that should look a little JE…NE…SAIS…
QUOISH； he is too much a mediocrity； in my mind。
CYNT。 He does not indeed affect either pertness or formality； for
which I like him。 Here he comes。
LADY FROTH。 And my lord with him。 Pray observe the
difference。
SCENE II。
＇To them＇ LORD FROTH； MELLEFONT； and BRISK。
CYNT。 Impertinent creature！ I could almost be angry with her now。
＇Aside。＇
LADY FROTH。 My lord； I have been telling Cynthia how much I
have been in love with you； I swear I have； I'm not ashamed to own it now。
Ah！ it makes my heart leap； I vow I sigh when I think on't。 My dear lord！
Ha； ha； ha； do you remember； my lord？ ＇Squeezes him by the hand；
looks kindly on him； sighs； and then laughs out。＇
LORD FROTH。 Pleasant creature！ perfectly well； ah！ that look； ay；
there it is； who could resist？ 'twas so my heart was made a captive first；
and ever since t'has been in love with happy slavery。
LADY FROTH。 Oh； that tongue； that dear deceitful tongue！ that
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charming softness in your mien and your expression； and then your bow！
Good my lord； bow as you did when I gave you my picture； here； suppose
this my picture。 ＇Gives him a pocket…glass。＇ Pray mind； my lord； ah！ he
bows charmingly； nay； my lord； you shan't kiss it so much； I shall grow
jealous； I vow now。 ＇He bows profoundly low； then kisses the glass。＇
LORD FROTH。 I saw myself there； and kissed it for your sake。
LADY FROTH。 Ah！ Gallantry to the last degree。 Mr。 Brisk；
you're a judge； was ever anything so well bred as my lord？
BRISK。 Never anything； but your ladyship； let me perish。
LADY FROTH。 Oh； prettily turned again； let me die； but you have a
great deal of wit。 Mr。 Mellefont； don't you think Mr。 Brisk has a world of
wit？
MEL。 O yes； madam。
BRISK。 O dear； madam …
LADY FROTH。 An infinite deal！
BRISK。 O heav'ns； madam …
LADY FROTH。 More wit than anybody。
BRISK。 I'm everlastingly your humble servant； deuce take me；
madam。
LORD FROTH。 Don't you think us a happy couple？
CYNT。 I vow； my lord； I think you the happiest couple in the world；
for you're not only happy in one another； and when you are together； but
happy in yourselves； and by yourselves。
LORD FROTH。 I hope Mellefont will make a good husband too。
CYNT。 'Tis my interest to believe he will； my Lord。
LORD FROTH。 D'ye think he'll love you as well as I do my wife？
I'm afraid not。
CYNT。 I believe he'll love me better。
LORD FROTH。 Heav'ns！ that can never be。 But why do you think
so？
CYNT。 Because he has not so much reason to be fond of himself。
LORD FROTH。 Oh； your humble servant for that； dear madam。
Well； Mellefont； you'll be a happy creature。
MEL。 Ay； my lord； I shall have the same reason for my happiness
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that your lordship has； I shall think myself happy。
LORD FROTH。 Ah； that's all。
BRISK。 ＇To LADY FROTH。＇ Your ladyship is in the right； but；
i'gad； I'm wholly turned into satire。 I confess I write but seldom； but
when I dokeen iambics； i'gad。 But my lord was telling me your
ladyship has made an essay toward an heroic poem。
LADY FROTH。 Did my lord tell you？ Yes； I vow； and the subject
is my lord's love to me。 And what do you think I call it？ I dare swear
you won't guessTHE SILLABUB； ha； ha； ha。
BRISK。 Because my lord's title's Froth； i'gad； ha； ha； ha； deuce take
me； very e propos and surprising； ha； ha； ha。
LADY FROTH。 He； ay； is not it？ And then I call my lord Spumoso；
and myself； what d'ye think I call myself？
BRISK。 Lactilla； may be；i'gad； I cannot tell。
LADY FROTH。 Biddy； that's all； just my own name。
BRISK。 Biddy！ I'gad； very pretty。 Deuce take me if your
ladyship has not the art of surprising the most naturally in the world。 I
hope you'll make me happy in communicating the poem。
LADY FROTH。 Oh； you must be my confidant； I must ask your
advice。
BRISK。 I'm your humble servant； let me perish。 I presume your
ladyship has read Bossu？
LADY FROTH。 Oh yes； and Racine； and Dacier upon Aristotle and
Horace。 My lord； you must not be jealous； I'm communicating all to Mr。
Brisk。
LORD FROTH。 No； no； I'll allow Mr。 Brisk； have you nothing about
you to shew him； my dear？
LADY FROTH。 Yes； I believe I have。 Mr。 Brisk； come； will you go
into the next room？ and there I'll shew you what I have。
LORD FROTH。 I'll walk a turn in the garden； and come to you。
SCENE III。
MELLEFONT； CYNTHIA。
MEL。 You're thoughtful； Cynthia？
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CYNT。 I'm thinking； though marriage makes man and wife one flesh；
it leaves 'em still two fools； and they become more conspicuous by setting
off one another。
MEL。 That's only when two fools meet； and their follies are opposed。
CYNT。 Nay； I have known two wits meet； and by the opposition of
their wit render themselves as ridiculous as fools。 'Tis an odd game we're
going to play at。 What think you of drawing stakes； and giving over in
time？
MEL。 No； hang't； that's not endeavouring to win； because it's
possible we may lose； since we have shuffled and cut； let's even turn up
trump now。
CYNT。 Then I find it's like cards； if either of us have a good hand it
is an accident of fortune。
MEL。 No； marriage is rather like a game at bowls： fortune indeed
makes the match； and the two nearest； and sometimes the two farthest； are
together； but the game depends entirely upon judgment。
CYNT。 Still it is a game； and consequently one of us must be a loser。
MEL。 Not at all； only a friendly trial of skill； and the winnings to be
laid out in an entertainment。 What's here； the music？ Oh； my lord has
promised the company a new song； we'll get 'em to give it us by the way。
＇Musicians crossing the stage。＇ Pray let us have the favour of you； to
practise the song before the company hear it。
SONG。
I。
Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her； Yet she's vext if I give over； Much
she fears I should undo her； But
