ABSOLUTE
I am much obliged to you, Sir Lucius; but here's my friend, Fighting
Bob, unprovided for.
Sir LUCIUS
Hah! little Valour—here, will you make your fortune?
ACRES
Odds wrinkles! No.—But give me your hand, Sir Lucius, forget and
forgive; but if ever I give you a chance of pickling me again, say Bob
Acres is a dunce, that's all.
Sir ANTHONY
Come, Mrs. Malaprop, don't be cast down—you are in your bloom yet.
Mrs. MALAPROP
O Sir Anthony—men are all barbarians.
[All retire but JULIA and FAULKLAND.]
JULIA [Aside.] He seems dejected and unhappy—not sullen; there was some foundation, however, for the tale he told me—O woman! how true should be your judgment, when your resolution is so weak!
FAULKLAND Julia!—how can I sue for what I so little deserve? I dare not presume—yet Hope is the child of Penitence.
JULIA Oh! Faulkland, you have not been more faulty in your unkind treatment of me, than I am now in wanting inclination to resent it. As my heart honestly bids me place my weakness to the account of love, I should be ungenerous not to admit the same plea for yours.
FAULKLAND
Now I shall be blest indeed!