SCENE XI.
To them Lords.
1st LORD.
How's this? Marcellus with a Woman! this is
somewhat extraordinary.
MARCELLUS.
Gentlemen, you're welcome.
1st LORD.
'Tis the first Time we ever were so, I believe.
MARCELLUS.
Perhaps so,—but of two necessary Evils, I'm for chusing
the least. Pr'ythee lead me somewhere to avoid this
Fury.
1st LORD.
Come then, the Duke is just going to Dinner, and
will be glad of your Company;—will you attend us thither?
MARCELLUS.
With all my Heart; Farewel Virtue.
[To Florinda.
FLORINDA.
Adieu, Valour.
MARCELLUS returning.
Hark ye, thou Devil in Petticoats, take notice, that all
the Evening, from five, this Bank is my retiring Place;—
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this is the Seat of my Contemplations, and I claim it all
to myself; disturb me not, as you value—
FLORINDA.
What?
MARCELLUS.
I know not,—farewel.—
FLORINDA.
Hark ye, thou Bear in Breeches;—about a Quarter of
a Mile from hence, Northward, lies a little Cottage,—
upon the Green before which I shall spend my Afternoon
from two; come not there—as you value.
MARCELLUS.
What?
FLORINDA.
Peace.
MARCELLUS.
Agreed.—Farewel.—
John Carrington [1739], The modern receipt: or, A Cure for Love. A comedy. Altered from Shakespeare. With Original Poems, Letters &c. (Printed for the Author, London) [word count] [S35300].
