deceived, you have something more than approbation thereabouts. You
take me?
MARLOW. Really, sir, I have not that happiness.
HARDCASTLE. Come, boy, I'm an old fellow, and know what's what as well
as you that are younger. I know what has passed between you; but mum.
MARLOW. Sure, sir, nothing has passed between us but the most
profound respect on my side, and the most distant reserve on hers. You
don't think, sir, that my impudence has been passed upon all the rest
of the family.
HARDCASTLE. Impudence! No, I don't say that--not quite
impudence--though girls like to be played with, and rumpled a little
too, sometimes. But she has told no tales, I assure you.
MARLOW. I never gave her the slightest cause.
HARDCASTLE. Well, well, I like
modesty" target="_blank" title="n.谨慎;端庄;羞怯">
modesty in its place well enough. But
this is over-acting, young gentleman. You may be open. Your father
and I will like you all the better for it.
MARLOW. May I die, sir, if I ever----
HARDCASTLE. I tell you, she don't
dislike you; and as I'm sure you
like her----
MARLOW. Dear sir--I protest, sir----
HARDCASTLE. I see no reason why you should not be joined as fast as
the
parson can tie you.
MARLOW. But hear me, sir--
HARDCASTLE. Your father approves the match, I admire it; every
moment's delay will be doing
mischief. So--
MARLOW. But why won't you hear me? By all that's just and true, I
never gave Miss Hardcastle the slightest mark of my
attachment, or even
the most distant hint to
suspect me of
affection. We had but one
interview, and that was
formal,
modest, and uninteresting.
HARDCASTLE. (Aside.) This fellow's
formalmodest impudence is beyond
bearing.
SIR CHARLES. And you never grasped her hand, or made any
protestations?
MARLOW. As Heaven is my
witness, I came down in
obedience to your
commands. I saw the lady without
emotion, and parted without
reluctance. I hope you'll exact no farther proofs of my duty, nor
prevent me from leaving a house in which I suffer so many
mortifications. [Exit.]
SIR CHARLES. I'm astonished at the air of
sincerity with which he
parted.
HARDCASTLE. And I'm astonished at the
deliberate intrepidity of his
assurance.
SIR CHARLES. I dare
pledge my life and honour upon his truth.
HARDCASTLE. Here comes my daughter, and I would stake my happiness
upon her veracity.
Enter MISS HARDCASTLE.
HARDCASTLE. Kate, come
hither, child. Answer us
sincerely and
without reserve: has Mr. Marlow made you any
professions of love and
affection?
MISS HARDCASTLE. The question is very
abrupt, sir. But since you
require unreserved
sincerity, I think he has.
HARDCASTLE. (To SIR CHARLES.) You see.
SIR CHARLES. And pray, madam, have you and my son had more than one
interview?
MISS HARDCASTLE. Yes, sir, several.
HARDCASTLE. (To SIR CHARLES.) You see.
SIR CHARLES. But did be
profess any
attachment?
MISS HARDCASTLE. A
lasting one.
SIR CHARLES. Did he talk of love?
MISS HARDCASTLE. Much, sir.
SIR CHARLES. Amazing! And all this
formally?
MISS HARDCASTLE. Formally.
HARDCASTLE. Now, my friend, I hope you are satisfied.
SIR CHARLES. And how did he
behave, madam?
MISS HARDCASTLE. As most profest admirers do: said some civil things
of my face, talked much of his want of merit, and the
greatness of
mine; mentioned his heart, gave a short
tragedy speech, and ended with
pretended rapture.
SIR CHARLES. Now I'm
perfectlyconvinced, indeed. I know his
conversation among women to be
modest and submissive: this forward
canting ranting manner by no means describes him; and, I am confident,
he never sat for the picture.
MISS HARDCASTLE. Then, what, sir, if I should
convince you to your
face of my
sincerity? If you and my papa, in about half an hour, will
place yourselves behind that
screen, you shall hear him declare his
passion to me in person.
SIR CHARLES. Agreed. And if I find him what you describe, all my