The Old Bachelor HTML version
SCENE: The Street.
SILVIA and LUCY.
SILV. Will he not come, then?
LUCY. Yes, yes; come, I warrant him, if you will go in and be ready to receive him.
SILV. Why did you not tell me? Whom mean you?
LUCY. Whom you should mean, Heartwell.
SILV. Senseless creature, I meant my Vainlove.
LUCY. You may as soon hope to recover your own maiden-head as his love. Therefore,
e'en set your heart at rest, and in the name of opportunity mind your own business. Strike
Heartwell home before the bait's worn off the hook. Age will come. He nibbled fairly
yesterday, and no doubt will be eager enough to-day to swallow the temptation.
SILV. Well, since there's no remedy--yet tell me--for I would know, though to the
anguish of my soul, how did he refuse? Tell me, how did he receive my letter--in anger or
LUCY. Neither; but what was ten times worse, with damned senseless indifference. By
this light I could have spit in his face. Receive it! Why, he received it as I would one of
your lovers that should come empty-handed; as a court lord does his mercer's bill or a
begging dedication--he received it as if 't had been a letter from his wife.
SILV. What! did he not read it?
LUCY. Hummed it over, gave you his respects, and said he would take time to peruse it--
but then he was in haste.
SILV. Respects, and peruse it! He's gone, and Araminta has bewitched him from me. Oh,
how the name of rival fires my blood. I could curse 'em both; eternal jealousy attend her
love, and disappointment meet his. Oh that I could revenge the torment he has caused;
methinks I feel the woman strong within me, and vengeance kindles in the room of love.
LUCY. I have that in my head may make mischief.