SCENE III.
To them Hillario.
HILLARIO.
Aye, aye; what's that? let's hear; what's that,
that's to reconcile you?
FLORINDA.
Why, I have made him a very fair Proposal Hillario;
I have offer'd to forget, and obliterate all Injuries whatever,
offer'd me to the Time present, and proceed from
henceforth on an entire new Foundation, only on Condition
that he'll—marry me.
HILLARIO.
Oh! very fair, very fair:—Take her Man, take
her; a mighty pretty Offer in my Opinion.
MARCELLUS.
Yes, to me, I must confess, who am a profess'd Enemy
to Impertinence, and by Consequence to Women.—
Besides, she has openly declar'd she hates me.
HILLARIO.
Well Sir, and what then?—I hope you wou'd not
have a Woman of Quality lie under the Scandal of loving
her Husband.
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MARCELLUS.
Why that's true, as you say; but after all, Marriage is
a Leap, I am almost afraid to venture at on any Conditions.
HILLARIO.
P'shaw, never fear Man, there are Cords enough in
the Kingdom—if you shou'd repent; why—'tis but a
right Application, and I warrant you, one Knot unties
t'other.
FLORINDA.
Well Sir, here's my Hand; what say you? have you
Courage enough to join yours to it, in Sign of Agreement?
MARCELLUS.
I don't know how far a Frolick may carry me;—but
no Signing Lady, before we settle the Preliminaries.
HILLARIO.
Which, as in all Probability they will not be very
concise, it will not be amiss I believe, if we retire to yon
Bank for the better Convenience of Agreement.
FLORINDA.
With all my Heart; come on Sir: Hillario, do you
bring up the Rear.
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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].
