No more, no more, I beseech you, said she; thou surfeitest me, honest
man! with thy weak folly. Thou art worse than an idolater; thou hast
made a graven image, and thou fallest down and worshippest the works of
thy own hands; and, Jeroboam-like, wouldst have every body else bow down
before thy calf!
Well said, Lady Davers! Whenever your passion suffers you to descend to
witticism; 'tis almost over with you. But let me tell you, though I
myself worship this sweet creature, that you call such names, I want
nobody else to do it; and should be glad you had not intruded upon me, to
interrupt me in the course of our mutual happiness.
Well said, well said, my kind, my well-mannered brother! said she. I
shall, after this, very little interrupt your mutual happiness, I'll
assure you. I thought you a gentleman once, and prided myself in my
brother: But I'll say now with the burial service, Ashes to ashes, and
dirt to dirt!
Ay, said he, Lady Davers, and there we must all end at last; you with all
your pride, and I with my plentiful fortune, must come to it; and then
where will be your distinction? Let me tell you, except you and I both
mend our manners, though you have been no duellist, no libertine, as you
call me, this amiable girl, whom your vanity and folly so much despise,
will out-soar us both, infinitely out-soar us; and he who judges best,
will give the preference where due, without regard to birth or fortune.
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