Nor turn it over once, but many a time :- Say if these nuptials can be shunn'd with honour! Julia. Then take me, Clifford ! [They embrace. SCENE FROM "THE HUNCHBACK." BY JAMES SHEridan KnowlES. HELEN. MODUS. Helen. I'm weary wandering from room to room; A castle after all is but a houseThe dullest one when lacking company. Were I at home, I could be company Unto myself. I see not Master Walter. He's ever with his ward. I see not her. By Master Walter will she bide, alone. My father stops in town. I can't see him. My cousin makes his books his company. I'll go to bed and sleep. No-I'll stay up And plague my cousin into making love! For, that he loves me, shrewdly I suspect. How dull he is, that hath not sense to see What lies before him, and he'd like to find! I'll change my treatment of him. Cross him, whcre Before I used to humour him. He comes, Poring upon a book. What's that you read? Enter MODUS. Mod. Latin, sweet cousin Helen. 'T is a naughty tongue, I fear, and teaches men to lie. Mod. To lie! Helen. You study it. You call your cousin sweet, And treat her as you would a crab. As sour 'T would seem you think her, so you covet her! Helen. No; nor men. Else would you better know their ways; nor rcad And well you served me, cousin, so to strike I'll put it in my pocket! Helen. Pick it up. He fears me as I were his grandmother! Mod. 'T is Ovid's Art of Love. Helen. That Ovid was a fool! Mod. In what? Helen. In that! To call that thing an art, which art is none. Helen. Are you a fool As well as Ovid? Love an art! No art You went to college? Better stay at home, Mod. Nay, you know not The argument. Helen. I don't? I know it better Than ever Ovid did! The face,-the form,- Couldst thou by Ovid, cousin, find it out? Mod. You wrong me there. At school I was the champion of my form; Helen. That for college! Mod. Nay, hear me ! Helen. Well? What, since you went to college? You know what men are set down for, who boast Of their own bravery! Go on, brave cousin : What, since you went to college? Was there not One Quentin Halworth there? You know there was, And that he was your master? Mod. He my master? Thrice was he worsted by me! Helen. Still was he Your master. Mod. He allow'd I had the best! Allow'd it, mark me! nor to me alone, But twenty I could name. Helen. And master'd you At last! Confess it, cousin, 't is the truth! Deny it if you can!-but though to others, To her you were a wick that would not light, For all your cuffings, cuffing you again With most usurious interest! Now, sir, Protest that you are valiant! Mod. Cousin Helen! Helen. Well, sir? Mod. The tale is all a forgery! Helen. A forgery! Mod. From first to last; ne'er spoke I To a proctor's daughter, while I was at college. Helen. Well,'twas a scrivener's, then-or somebody's. But what concerns it whose? Enough, you loved her! And, shame upon you, let another take her! Mod. Cousin, I tell you, if you'll only hear me, I loved no woman while I was at college— Save one, and her I fancied ere I went there. Helen. Indeed! Now I'll retreat, if he's advancing. Comes he not on! O what a stock's the man! Well, cousin? Mod. Well! What more wouldst have me say? I think I've said enough. Helen. And so think I. I did but jest with you. You are not angry? Mod. No. May I die if I did! Helen. Why then you did not, cousin. So let's shake hands again-[He takes her hand as before.]-O go! and now Read Ovid! Cousin, will you tell me one thing: Behoved him teach them, then, to put them on ;- Hold up your head! Plague on the ruff! blushing still! Why do you blush, dear cousin? So!-'t will beat me! I'll give it up. Mod. Nay, prithee don't-try on! |