Jarvis. He! the dog, he'll certainly commit some blunder. He's drunk and sober ten times a day.
Olivia. No matter. Fly, Garnet; any body we can trust will do. Exit Garnet. Well, Jarvis, now we can have nothing more to interrupt us. You may take up the things, and carry them on to the inn. Have you no hands, Jarvis?
Jarvis. Soft and fair, young lady. You, that are going to be married, think things can never be done too fast: but we that are old, and know what we are about must elope methodically, madam.
Olivia. Well, sure, if my indiscretions were to be done over again—
Jarvis. My life for it you would do them ten times over.
Olivia. Why will you talk so? If you knew how unhappy they make me—
Jarvis. Very unhappy, no doubt: I was once just as unhappy when I was going to be married myself. I'll tell you a story about that—
Olivia. A story! when I'm all impatient to be away. Was there ever such a dilatory creature?—
Jarvis. Well, madam, if we must march, why we will march; that's all. Though, odds-bobs we have still forgot one thing we should never travel without—a case of good razors, and a box of shaving-powder. But no matter, I believe we shall be pretty well shaved by the way.
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