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Sir John FLOWERDALE
Sir John FLOWERDALE
Men, Mr. Hull. Mr. Quick. Mr. Johnstone. Mrs. Achmet. Mr. Duffey. Mr. Bannister.
Women. Mrs. Mountain Mrs. Webb. Mrs. Ward. Mrs.
SCHOOL FOR FATHERS;
LIONEL AND CLARISSA.
ACT I. SCENE 1.
A Chamber in Colonel OLDBOY's House: Colonel OLD
BOY is discovered at breakfast reading a news-paper ; at a little distance from the tea-table sits JENKINS ; and on the opposite side, DIANA, who appears playing upon a harpsicord. A Girl attending
How sweet are the prospects it yields ;'
Be grateful to the season,
It's pleasures let's employ ;
Permits us to enjoy.
Col. Well said Dy, thank you Dy. This, master Jenkins, is the way I make my daughter entertain me every morning at breakfast. Come here, and kiss me, you slut, come here, and kiss me, you baggage.
Dian. Lord, papa, you call one such names-
Col. A fine girl, master Jenkins, a devilish fine girl! she has got my eye to a twinkle. There's fire for you -spirit!--I design to marry her to a Duke : how much money do you think a Duke would expect with such a wench?
Jen. Why, Colonel, with submission, I think there is no occasion to go out of our own country here; we have never a Duke in it, I believe, but we have many an honest gentleman, who, in my opinion, might deserve the young lady.
23 Col. So, you would have me marry Dy to a country 'squire, eh! How say you to this, Dy! would not you rather be married to a Duke ?
Dian. So my husband's a rake, papa, I don't care what he is.
Col. A rake! you damned confounded little baggage; why you wou'd not wish to marry a rake, wou'd you? So her husband is a rake, she does not care what he is! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
32 Dian. Well, but listen to me, papa-When you go out with your gun, do you take any pleasure in shooting the poor tame ducks, and chickens in your yard ? No, the partridge, the pheasant, the woodcock are the game; there is some sport in bringing them down because they are wild; and it is just the same
with a husband or a lover. I would not waste powder and shot, to wound one of your sober pretty behaved gentlemen; but to hit a libertine, extravagant, madcap fellow, to take him upon the wing
42 Col. Do you hear her, master Jenkins ? Ha, ha, ha!
Jen. Well, but, good Colonel, what do you say to my worthy and honourable patron here, Sir John Flowerdale? He has an estate of eight thousand pounds a year, as well paid rents as any in the kingdom, and but one only daughter to enjoy it; and yet he is wil. ling, you see, to give this daughter to your son. 49
Dian. Pray, Mr. Jenkins, how does Miss Clarissa and our university friend Mr. Lionel ? That is the only grave young man I ever liked, and the only handsome one I ever was acquainted with, that did not make love to me.
Col. Ay, master Jenkins, who is this Lionel ? They say, he is a damn’d witty knowing fellow; and egad I think him well enough for one brought up in a college.
58 Jen. His father was a general officer, a particular friend of Sir John's, who, like many more brave men, that live and die in defending their country, left little else than honour behind him. Sir John sent this young man, at his own expence, to Oxford ; where, while his son lived, they were upon the same footing : and since our young gentleman's death, which you know unfortunately happened about two years ago, he has continued him there. During the vacation, he is come to pay us a visit, and Sir John intends that