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MARLOW。 Yes； madam。 I was sayingthat there are some occasions； when a total want of courage； madam； destroys all theand puts usupon aaa
MISS HARDCASTLE。 I agree with you entirely； a want of courage upon some occasions assumes the appearance of ignorance； and betrays us when we most want to excel。 I beg you'll proceed。
MARLOW。 Yes； madam。 Morally speaking； madamBut I see Miss Neville expecting us in the next room。 I would not intrude for the world。
MISS HARDCASTLE。 I protest； sir； I never was more agreeably entertained in all my life。 Pray go on。
MARLOW。 Yes； madam； I wasBut she beckons us to join her。 Madam； shall I do myself the honour to attend you？
MISS HARDCASTLE。 Well； then； I'll follow。
MARLOW。 （Aside。） This pretty smooth dialogue has done for me。 ＇Exit。＇
MISS HARDCASTLE。 （Alone。） Ha！ ha！ ha！ Was there ever such a sober； sentimental interview？ I'm certain he scarce looked in my face the whole time。 Yet the fellow； but for his unaccountable bashfulness； is pretty well too。 He has good sense； but then so buried in his fears； that it fatigues one more than ignorance。 If I could teach him a little confidence； it would be doing somebody that I know of a piece of service。 But who is that somebody？That； faith； is a question I can scarce answer。 ＇Exit。＇
Enter TONY and MISS NEVILLE； followed by MRS。 HARDCASTLE and HASTINGS。
TONY。 What do you follow me for； cousin Con？ I wonder you're not ashamed to be so very engaging。
MISS NEVILLE。 I hope； cousin； one may speak to one's own relations； and not be to blame。
TONY。 Ay； but I know what sort of a relation you want to make me； though； but it won't do。 I tell you； cousin Con； it won't do； so I beg you'll keep your distance； I want no nearer relationship。 ＇She follows； coquetting him to the back scene。＇
MRS。 HARDCASTLE。 Well！ I vow； Mr。 Hastings； you are very entertaining。 There's nothing in the world I love to talk of so much as London； and the fashions； though I was never there myself。
HASTINGS。 Never there！ You amaze me！ From your air and manner； I concluded you had been bred all your life either at Ranelagh； St。 James's； or Tower Wharf。
MRS。 HARDCASTLE。 O！ sir； you're only pleased to say so。 We country persons can have no manner at all。 I'm in love with the town； and that serves to raise me above some of our neighbouring rustics； but who can have a manner； that has never seen the Pantheon； the Grotto Gardens； the Borough； and such places where the nobility chiefly resort？ All I can do is to enjoy London at second…hand。 I take care to know every tete…a…tete from the Scandalous Magazine； and have all the fashions； as they come out； in a letter from the two Miss Rickets of Crooked Lane。 Pray how do you like this head； Mr。 Hastings？
HASTINGS。 Extremely elegant and degagee； upon my word； madam。 Your friseur is a Frenchman； I suppose？
MRS。 HARDCASTLE。 I protest； I dressed it myself from a print in the Ladies' Memorandum…book for the last year。
HASTINGS。 Indeed！ Such a head in a side…box at the play…house would draw as many gazers as my Lady Mayoress at a City Ball。
MRS。 HARDCASTLE。 I vow； since inoculation began； there is no such thing to be seen as a plain woman； so one must dress a little particular； or one may escape in the crowd。
HASTINGS。 But that can never be your case； madam； in any dress。 （Bowing。）
MRS。 HARDCASTLE。 Yet； what signifies my dressing when I have such a piece of antiquity by my side as Mr。 Hardcastle： all I can say will never argue down a single button from his clothes。 I have often wanted him to throw off his great flaxen wig； and where he was bald； to plaster it over； like my Lord Pately； with powder。
HASTINGS。 You are right； madam； for； as among the ladies there are none ugly； so among the men there are none old。
MRS。 HARDCASTLE。 But what do you think his answer was？ Why； with his usual Gothic vivacity； he said I only wanted him to throw off his wig； to convert it into a tete for my own wearing。
HASTINGS。 Intolerable！ At your age you may wear what you please； and it must become you。
MRS。 HARDCASTLE。 Pray； Mr。 Hastings； what do you take to be the most fashionable age about town？
HASTINGS。 Some time ago； forty was all the mode； but I'm told the ladies intend to bring up fifty for the ensuing winter。
MRS。 HARDCASTLE。 Seriously。 Then I shall be too young for the fashion。
HASTINGS。 No lady begins now to put on jewels till she's past forty。 For instance； Miss there； in a polite circle； would be considered as a child； as a mere maker of samplers。
MRS。 HARDCASTLE。 And yet Mrs。 Niece thinks herself as much a woman； and is as fond of jewels； as the oldest of us all。
HASTINGS。 Your niece； is she？ And that young gentleman； a brother of yours； I should presume？
MRS。 HARDCASTLE。 My son； sir。 They are contracted to each other。 Observe their little sports。 They fall in and out ten times a day； as if they were man and wife already。 （To them。） Well； Tony； child； what soft things are you saying to your cousin Constance this evening？
TONY。 I have been saying no soft things； but that it's very hard to be followed about so。 Ecod！ I've not a place in the house now that's left to myself； but the stable。
MRS。 HARDCASTLE。 Never mind him； Con； my dear。 He's in another story behind your back。
MISS NEVILLE。 There's something generous in my cousin's manner。 He falls out before faces to be forgiven in private。
TONY。 That's a damned confoundedcrack。
MRS。 HARDCASTLE。 Ah！ he's a sly one。 Don't you think they are like each other about the mouth； Mr。 Hastings？ The Blenkinsop mouth to a T。 They're of a size too。 Back to back； my pretties； that Mr。 Hastings may see you。 Come； Tony。
TONY。 You had as good not make me； I tell you。 （Measuring。）
MISS NEVILLE。 O lud！ he has almost cracked my head。
MRS。 HARDCASTLE。 O； the monster！ For shame； Tony。 You a man； and behave so！
TONY。 If I'm a man； let me have my fortin。 Ecod！ I'll not be made a fool of no longer。
MRS。 HARDCASTLE。 Is this； ungrateful boy； all that I'm to get for the pains I have taken in your education？ I that have rocked you in your cradle； and fed that pretty mouth with a spoon！ Did not I work that waistcoat to make you genteel？ Did not I prescribe for you every day； and weep while the receipt was operating？
TONY。 Ecod！ you had reason to weep； for you have been dosing me ever since I was born。 I have gone through every receipt in the Complete Huswife ten times over； and you have thoughts of coursing me through Quincy next spring。 But； ecod！ I tell you； I'll not be made a fool of no longer。
MRS。 HARDCASTLE。 Wasn't it all for your good； viper？ Wasn't it all for your good？
TONY。 I wish you'd let me and my good alone； then。 Snubbing this way when I'm in spirits。 If I'm to have any good； let it come of itself； not to keep dinging it； dinging it into one so。
MRS。 HARDCASTLE。 That's false； I never see you when you're in spirits。 No； Tony； you then go to the alehouse or kennel。 I'm never to be delighted with your agreeable wild notes； unfeeling monster！
TONY。 Ecod！ mamma； your own not