PUFF.
O Lud! no, no;—I only suppose the governor of Tilbury Fort’s daughter to be in love with the son of the Spanish admiral.
SNEER.
Oh, is that all!
DANGLE.
Excellent, i’faith! I see at once. But won’t this appear rather improbable?
PUFF.
To be sure it will—but what the plague! a play is not to show occurrences that happen every day, but things just so strange, that though they never did, they might happen.
SNEER.
Certainly nothing is unnatural, that is not physically impossible.
PUFF.
Very true—and for that matter Don Ferolo Whiskerandos, for that’s the lover’s name, might have been over here in the train of the Spanish ambassador, or Tilburina, for that is the lady’s name, might have been in love with him, from having heard his character, or seen his picture; or from knowing that he was the last man in the world she ought to be in love with—or for any other good female reason.—However; sir, the fact is, that though she is but a knight’s daughter, egad! she is in love like any princess!
DANGLE.
Poor young lady! I feel for her already! for I can conceive how great the conflict must be between her passion and her duty; her love for her country, and her love for Don Ferolo Whiskerandos!
PUFF.
Oh, amazing!—her poor susceptible heart is swayed to and fro by contending passions like—
Enter UNDER PROMPTER.
UNDER PROMPTER.
Sir, the scene is set, and everything is ready to begin, if you please.