Scene I.The North Parade.
Enter Captain Absolute.
Abs. Tis just as Fag told me, indeed. Whimsical enough, faith! My father wants to force me to marry the very girl I am plotting to run away with! He must not know of my connection with her yet awhile. He has too summary a method of proceeding in these matters. However, Ill read my recantation instantly. My conversion is something sudden, indeedbut I can assure him it is very sincere. So, sohere he comes. He looks plaguy gruff.
Enter Sir Anthony Absolute.
Sir Anth. NoIll die sooner than forgive him. Die, did I say! Ill live these fifty years to plague him. At our last meeting, his impudence had almost put me out of temper. An obstinate, passionate, self-willed boy! Who can he take after? This is my return for getting him before all his brothers and sisters!for putting him, at twelve years old, into a marching regiment, and allowing him fifty pounds a year, besides his pay, ever since! But I have done with him; hes anybodys son for me. I never will see him more, nevernevernever.
Abs. [Aside, coming forward.] Now for a penitential face.
Sir Anth. Fellow, get out of my way.
Abs. Sir, you see a penitent before you.
Sir Anth. I see an impudent scoundrel before me.
Abs. A sincere penitent. I am come, sir, to acknowledge my error, and to submit entirely to your will.
Sir Anth. Whats that?
Abs. I have been revolving, and reflecting, and considering on your past goodness, and kindness, and condescension to me.
Sir Anth. Well, sir?
Abs. I have been likewise weighing and balancing what you were pleased to mention concerning duty, and obedience, and authority.
Sir Anth. Well, puppy?
Abs. Why, then, sir, the result of my reflections isa resolution to sacrifice every inclination of my own to your satisfaction.
Sir Anth. Why now you talk senseabsolute sense.I never heard anything more sensible in my life. Confound you! you shall be Jack again.
Abs. I am happy in the appellation.
Sir Anth. Why, then, Jack, my dear Jack, I will now inform you who the lady really is. Nothing but your passion and violence, you silly fellow, prevented my telling you at first. Prepare, Jack, for wonder and raptureprepare. What think you of Miss Lydia Languish?
Abs. Languish! What, the Languishes of Worcestershire?
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