Mrs. L. He does, indeed; and if you love me, you will profit by his advice and lessons. Perhaps you owe more to him than to me. Love him, and be grateful to him, for his constant endeavor to cultivate your virtues and talents.
Edward. Love him—I cannot promise that.
Mrs. L. Why not, my son?
Edward. Because I have given all my love to my dear mamma (kissing her).
Mrs. L. You darling! kiss me again! Ah, Mr. Sherwood! can you blame me if I almost adore him?
[Exit Mrs. L.
Scene VIII.
Mr. Sherwood. You are ungrateful, to vex and grieve a mother who loves you so dearly. If you loved her as much, you would obey her if she only held up her little finger; but it seems to me a cat-o'nine-tails flourished before you might have a very good effect.
Edward. I am sorry that—