The Old Bachelor HTML version
SCENE: The Street.
BELLMOUR in fanatic habit, SETTER, HEARTWELL, LUCY.
BELL. Setter! Well encountered.
SET. Joy of your return, sir. Have you made a good voyage? or have you brought your
own lading back?
BELL. No, I have brought nothing but ballast back--made a delicious voyage, Setter; and
might have rode at anchor in the port till this time, but the enemy surprised us--I would
SET. I attend you, sir.
BELL. Ha! Is it not that Heartwell at Sylvia's door? Be gone quickly, I'll follow you--I
would not be known. Pox take 'em, they stand just in my way.
BELLMOUR, HEARTWELL, LUCY.
HEART. I'm impatient till it be done.
LUCY. That may be, without troubling yourself to go again for your brother's chaplain.
Don't you see that stalking form of godliness?
HEART. O ay; he's a fanatic.
LUCY. An executioner qualified to do your business. He has been lawfully ordained.
HEART. I'll pay him well, if you'll break the matter to him.
LUCY. I warrant you.--Do you go and prepare your bride.
BELL. Humph, sits the wind there? What a lucky rogue am I! Oh, what sport will be
here, if I can persuade this wench to secrecy!