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she stoops to conquer(屈身求爱)-第2章

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Dorothys and your old wifes。           You may be a Darby; but I'll be no Joan; I 

promise you。       I'm not so old as you'd make me; by more than one good 

year。    Add twenty to twenty; and make money of that。 

     HARDCASTLE。            Let   me   see;   twenty   added   to   twenty   makes   just 

fifty and seven。 

     MRS。  HARDCASTLE。              It's   false;   Mr。   Hardcastle;   I   was   but   twenty 

when I was brought to bed of Tony; that I had by Mr。 Lumpkin; my first 

husband; and he's not come to years of discretion yet。 



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    HARDCASTLE。          Nor   ever   will;   I   dare   answer   for   him。 Ay;   you 

have taught him finely。 

    MRS。     HARDCASTLE。          No   matter。   Tony    Lumpkin     has  a  good 

fortune。   My son is not to live by his learning。     I don't think a boy wants 

much learning to spend fifteen hundred a year。 

    HARDCASTLE。          Learning; quotha! a mere composition of tricks and 

mischief。 

    MRS。     HARDCASTLE。          Humour;     my   dear;  nothing   but  humour。 

Come; Mr。 Hardcastle; you must allow the boy a little humour。 

    HARDCASTLE。          I'd sooner allow him a horse…pond。       If burning the 

footmen's    shoes;  frightening   the  maids;   and  worrying    the  kittens  be 

humour; he has it。    It was but yesterday he fastened my wig to the back of 

my chair; and when I went to make a bow; I popt my bald head in Mrs。 

Frizzle's face。 

    MRS。   HARDCASTLE。           And   am   I   to   blame? The   poor   boy   was 

always too sickly to do any good。       A school would be his death。      When 

he comes to be a little stronger; who knows what a year or two's Latin may 

do for him? 

    HARDCASTLE。          Latin   for  him!   A   cat  and  fiddle。 No;    no;  the 

alehouse and the stable are the only schools he'll ever go to。 

    MRS。 HARDCASTLE。             Well; we must not snub the poor boy now; 

for I believe we shan't have him long among us。         Anybody that looks in 

his face may see he's consumptive。 

    HARDCASTLE。          Ay; if growing too fat be one of the symptoms。 

    MRS。 HARDCASTLE。            He coughs sometimes。 

    HARDCASTLE。          Yes; when his liquor goes the wrong way。 

    MRS。 HARDCASTLE。            I'm actually afraid of his lungs。 

    HARDCASTLE。          And truly so am I; for he sometimes whoops like a 

speaking trumpet(Tony hallooing behind the scenes)O; there he goesa 

very consumptive figure; truly。 

      Enter TONY; crossing the stage。 

      MRS。   HARDCASTLE。          Tony;   where   are   you   going;   my   charmer? 

Won't you give papa and I a little of your company; lovee? 

    TONY。      I'm in haste; mother; I cannot stay。 



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    MRS。 HARDCASTLE。               You shan't venture out this raw evening; my 

dear; you look most shockingly。 

     TONY。      I can't stay; I tell you。   The Three Pigeons expects me down 

every moment。        There's some fun going forward。 

    HARDCASTLE。            Ay; the alehouse; the old place: I thought so。 

    MRS。 HARDCASTLE。               A low; paltry set of fellows。 

     TONY。      Not so low; neither。       There's Dick Muggins the exciseman; 

Jack Slang   the  horse  doctor;  Little Aminadab that grinds the  music  box; 

and Tom Twist that spins the pewter platter。 

    MRS。 HARDCASTLE。               Pray; my dear; disappoint them for one night 

at least。 

     TONY。      As for disappointing them; I should not so much mind; but I 

can't abide to disappoint myself。 

    MRS。 HARDCASTLE。               (detaining him。)      You shan't go。 

     TONY。      I will; I tell you。 

    MRS。 HARDCASTLE。               I say you shan't。      TONY。      We'll see which 

is strongest; you or I。     'Exit; hauling her out。' 

    HARDCASTLE。            (solus。)    Ay; there goes a pair that only spoil each 

other。    But   is   not   the   whole   age   in   a   combination   to   drive   sense   and 

discretion out of doors?        There's my pretty darling Kate! the fashions of 

the times have almost infected her too。          By living a year or two in town; 

she is as fond of gauze and French frippery as the best of them。 

       Enter MISS HARDCASTLE。 

       HARDCASTLE。           Blessings   on   my   pretty   innocence!   drest   out   as 

usual;   my   Kate。   Goodness!       What   a   quantity   of   superfluous   silk   hast 

thou got about thee; girl!       I could never teach the fools of this age; that 

the indigent world could be clothed out of the trimmings of the vain。 

    MISS   HARDCASTLE。              You   know   our   agreement;   sir。   You   allow 

me the morning to receive and pay visits; and to dress in my own manner; 

and in the evening I put on my housewife's dress to please you。 

    HARDCASTLE。             Well;    remember;     I  insist  on   the  terms    of  our 

agreement;   and;   by   the   bye;   I   believe   I   shall   have   occasion   to   try   your 

obedience this very evening。 

    MISS      HARDCASTLE。            I   protest;  sir;  I  don't  comprehend       your 



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meaning。 

     HARDCASTLE。            Then to be plain with you; Kate; I expect the young 

gentleman I have chosen to be your husband from town this very day。                      I 

have his father's letter; in which he informs me his son is set out; and that 

he intends to follow himself shortly after。 

     MISS HARDCASTLE。               Indeed!     I wish I had known something of 

this   before。   Bless   me;   how   shall   I   behave?    It's   a   thousand   to   one   I 

shan't   like   him;   our   meeting   will   be   so   formal;   and   so   like   a   thing   of 

business; that I shall find no room for friendship or esteem。 

     HARDCASTLE。             Depend      upon    it;  child;  I'll  never  control   your 

choice; but Mr。 Marlow; whom I have pitched upon; is the son of my old 

friend;   Sir   Charles   Marlow;   of   whom   you   have   heard   me   talk   so   often。 

The   young   gentleman   has   been   bred   a   scholar;   and   is   designed   for   an 

employment   in   the   service   of   his   country。   I   am   told   he's   a   man   of   an 

excellent understanding。 

     MISS HARDCASTLE。               Is he? 

     HARDCASTLE。            Very generous。 

     MISS HARDCASTLE。               I believe I shall like him。 

     HARDCASTLE。            Young and brave。 

     MISS HARDCASTLE。               I'm sure I shall like him。 

     HARDCASTLE。            And very handsome。 

     MISS   HARDCASTLE。              My   dear    papa;   say   no  more;   (kissing   h
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