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Jen. And why so? It is not beauty that always takes the fancy: moreover, to let you know, if it was, I don't think him any more to compare to you, than a thistle is to a carnation : and so’s a sign ; for, mark my words, my Lady loves you, as much as she hates him.
Lion. What you tell me, Jenny, is a thing I neither merit nor expect : No, I am unhappy, and let me continue 30; my most presumptuous thoughts shall never carry me to a wish that may affect her quiet, or give her cause to repent.
50 Jen. That's very honourable of you, I must needs say! but for all that, liking's liking, and one can't help it; and if it should be my Lady's case, it is no fault of yours. I am sure, when she called me into her dressing-room, before she went down to dinner, there she stood with her eyes brim full of tears : and so I fell a crying for company--and then she said she could not abide the chap in the parlour; and at the same time, she bid' me take an opportunity to speak to you, and desire you to meet her in the garden this evening after tea; for she has something to say to you.
62 Lion. Jenny, I see you are my friend ; for which I thank yoll, though I know it is impossible to do me any service ; take this ring and wear it for
sake. Jen. I am very much obliged to your honour; I am your friend indeed—but, I say, you won't forget to be in the garden now; and in the mean time keep as little in the house as you can, for walls have eyes and
ears; and I can tell you the servants take notice of your uneasiness, though I am always desiring them to mind their own business.
72 Lion. Pray have a care, Jenny, have a care, my dear girl, a word may breed suspicion.
Jen. Psha! have a care, yourself: it is you that breeds suspicion, sighing and pining about; you look, for all the world like a ghost; and, if you don't pluck up your spirits, you will be a ghost soon; letting things get the better of you. Though, to be sure, when I thinks with myself, being cross’d in love is a terrible thing—There was a young man in the town where I was born, made away with himself upon the account of it.
83 Lion. Things shan't get the better of me, Jenny.
Jen. No more they don't ought. And once again I say, fortune is thrown in your dish, and you are not to Aling it out; my lady's estate will be better than three bishopricks, if Sir John could give them to you. Think of that, Mr. Lionel, think of that.
Lion. Think of what?
By love, only love, should our souls be cemented;
With her in a cottage be blest and contented,
JENNY, Colonel OLDBÓY.
Col. Very well, my Lady, I'll come again to you presently, I am only going into the garden for a mouthful of air. Aha! my little Abigail! Here, Molly! Jenny! Betty! What's your name? Why don't you answer me, hussy, when I call you?
Fen. If you want any thing, Sir, I'll call one of the footmen.
Col. The footmen! the footmen! Damn me, I never knew one of them, in my life, that wouldn't prefer a rascal to a gentleman-Come here, you slut, put your hands about my neck and kiss me.
Jen. Who, I, Sir!
Col. Ay, here's money for you ; what the devil are you afraid of? I'll take you into keeping ; you shall go and live at one of my tenant's houses.
Jen. I wonder you aren't ashamed, Sir, to make an honest girl any such proposial ; you that have a worthy gentlewoman, nay, a Lady of your own—To be sure she's a little stricken in years; but why shouldn't she grow elderly as well as yourself?
Col. Burn a lady, I love a pretty girl
Jen. Well, then you may go look for one, Sir, I have no pretensions to the title.
Col. Why, you pert baggage, you don't know me.
Jen. What do you pinch iny fingers for? Yes, yes, I know you well enough, and your charekter's well known all over the country, running after poor young creatures as you do, to ruinate them.
Col. What, then people say
Jen. Indeed, they talk very bad of you; and what. ever you may think, Sir, though I'm in a menial sta. tion, I'm come of people that wou’dn't see me put upon; there are those that wou'd take my part against the proudest he in the land, that should offer any thing uncivil.
Col. Well, come, let me know now, how does your young Lady like my son ? Jen. You want to pump me,
suppose you would know whether I can keep my tongue within my teeth.
Col. She doesn't like him then ?
Jen. I don't say so, Sir-Isn't this a shame, now-I suppose to-morrow or next day it will be reported that Jenny has been talking, Jenny said that, and t'other-But here, Sir, I ax you, Did I tell you any such thing?
Col. Why, yes, you did.
Colonel OLDBOY, Lady MARY, DIANA, HARMAN.
Lady M. Mr. Oldboy, won't you give me your hand to lead me up stairs, my dear ?--Sir, I am prodigiously obliged to you; I protest I have not been so well, I don't know when: I have had no return of my bilions complaint after dinner to day; and eat so voraciously! Did you observe Miss? Doctor Arsnic will be quite