Well, you'll come to a resolution.
ANG. I can't. Resolution must come to me, or I shall never have
one.
SCAN. Come, Valentine, I'll go with you; I've something in my head
to communicate to you.
SCENE V.
ANGELICA, SIR SAMPSON, TATTLE, MRS FRAIL, MISS PRUE.
SIR SAMP. What, is my son Valentine gone? What, is he sneaked off,
and would not see his brother? There's an unnatural whelp! There's
an ill-natured dog! What, were you here too, madam, and could not
keep him? Could neither love, nor duty, nor natural affection
oblige him? Odsbud, madam, have no more to say to him, he is not
worth your consideration. The rogue has not a drachm of generous
love about him--all interest, all interest; he's an undone
scoundrel, and courts your estate: body o' me, he does not care a
doit for your person.
ANG. I'm pretty even with him, Sir Sampson; for if ever I could
have liked anything in him, it should have been his estate too; but
since that's gone, the bait's off, and the naked hook appears.
SIR SAMP. Odsbud, well spoken, and you are a wiser woman than I
thought you were, for most young women now-a-days are to be tempted
with a naked hook.
ANG. If I marry, Sir Sampson, I'm for a good estate with any man,
and for any man with a good estate; therefore, if I were obliged to
make a choice, I declare I'd rather have you than your son.
SIR SAMP. Faith and troth, you're a wise woman, and I'm glad to
hear you say so; I was afraid you were in love with the reprobate.
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