Gasp. So, the threat of the mother-in-law, which I thought would be worse than that of the abbess, does not frighten ye?
Oliv. No, because my father dares not give me one.—Marry, without my consent! no, no, he'll never think of it, depend on't; however, lest the fit should grow strong upon him, I'll go and administer my volatiles to keep it under.
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Gasp. Administer them cautiously then: too strong a dose of your volatiles would make the fit stubborn. Who'd think that pretty arch look belonged to a termagant? what a pity! 'twould be worth a thousand ducats to cure her.
Vict. Has Inis told you I wanted to converse with you in private, Gasper?
Gasp. Oh, yes, madam, and I took particular notice, that it was to be in private.——Sure, says I, Mrs. Inis, Madam Victoria has not taken a fancy to me, and is going to break her mind.
Vict. Whimsical! ha! ha! suppose I should, Gasper?
Gasp. Why, then, madam, I should say, fortune had used you devilish scurvily, to give you a gray-beard in a livery. I know well enough, that some young ladies have given themselves to gray-beards, in a gilded coach, and others have run away with a handsome youth in worsted lace; they each had their apology; but if you run away with me—pardon me, madam, I could not stand the ridicule.
Vict. Oh, very well; but if you refuse to run away with me, will you do me another favour?
Gasp. Any thing you'll order, madam, except dancing a fandango.