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For. Sir Sampson, we'll have the wedding to-mor. row morning
Sir S. With all my heart.
Sir S. To a minute, to a second ; thou shalt set thy watch; and the bridegroom shall observe its motions; they shall be married to a minute, go to bed to a minute; and when the alarm strikes, they shall keep time like the figures of Sc. Dunstan's clock, and consummatum est shall ring all over the parish!
For. I go to him, Sir Sampson, your servant. [Exit.
Seru. Sir, 'tis about your son Valentine'; something has appeared to him in a dream, that makes him prophesy.
Enter SCANDAL. « Scand. Sir Sampson, sad news. " For. Bless us! “ Sir S. Why, what's the matter? “ Scand. Can't you guess at what ought to afflict
you and him, and all of us, more than any thing “ else?
“ Sir S. Body o’me. I don't know any universal grievance, but a new tax, or the loss of the Ca
" not right. You are a wise man, and a conscien, “ tious man ; a searcher into obscurity and futurity; “ and, if you commit an error, it is with a great deal " of consideration, and discretion, and caution.
“ For. Ah, good Mr. Scandal. “ Scand. Nay, nay, 'tis manifest; I do not Aatter
you.--But Sir Sampson is hasty, very hasty-I'm “ afraid he is not scrupulous enough, Mr. Foresight. « ---He has been wicked ; and Heaven grant he may
mean well in his affair with you !. -But my mind "gives me, these things cannot be wholly insignifi“ cant. You are wise, and should not be over“ reached: methinks you should not.
“ For. Alas, Mr. Scandal-Humanum est errare!
“ Scand. You say true, man will err; mere man " will err—but you are something more.
.There « have been wise men ; but they were such as you
men who consulted the stars and were observers “of omens.-Solomon was wise ; but how? by his "judgment in astrology.-So says Pineda, in his third “ book and eighth chapter.
“ For. You are learned, Mr. Scandal,
« Scand. A trifler-but a lover of art.--And the * wise men of the east owed their instructions to a
which is rightly observed by Gregory the * Great, in favour of astrology! And Albertus
Magnus makes it the most valuable science-be.
cause, says he, it teaches us to consider the causa“tion of causes, in the causes of things.
“ For. I protest, I honour you, Mr. Scandal.-I
“ did not think you had been read in these matters.
- Few young men are inclined“ Scand. I thank my stars that have inclined me. “But I fear this marriage and making over the “estate, this transferring of a rightful inheritance, “ will bring judgments upon us. I prophesy it; and “ I would not have the fate of Cassandra, not to be « believed. Valentine is disturbed; what can be the “ cause of that ? and Sir Sampson is hurried on by “ an unusual violence- fear he does not act “ wholly from himself; and methinks he does not « look as he used to do.
“ For. He was always of an impetuous nature. “ But as to this marriage, I have consulted the stars ; « and all appearances are prosperous.
“ Scand. Come, come, Mr. Foresight; let not the
prospect of worldly lucre carry you beyond your “judgment, nor against your conscience.--You are
not satisfied that you act justly. “ For. How ! “ Scand. You are not satisfied, I say.-I am loth to discourage you—but it is palpable that you are not satisfied.
“ For. How does it appear, Mr. Scandal? I think “I am very well satisfied.
“ Scand. Either you suffer yourself to deceive yourself, or you do not know yourself. “ For. Pray explain yourself. “ Scand. Do you sleep well o' nights? “ For. Very well.
“ Scand. Are you certain ? you do not look so. s6 For. I am in health, I think.
“ Scand. So was Valentine this morning; and " looked just so.
“ For. How! Am I altered any way? I don't per« ceive it.
“Scand. That may be ; but your beard is longer “ than it was two hours ago.
• For. Indeed ? bless me l”
Enter Mrs. Foresight. " Mrs. For. Husband, will you go to bed ? it's ten “ o'clock. Mr. Scandal, your servant.
“ Scand. Pox on her, she has interrupted my de. « sign—but I must work her into the project. You “ keep early hours, madam.
“ Mrs. For. Mr. Foresight is punctual ; we sit up " after him.
“ For. My dear, pray lend me your glass, your “ little looking-glass.
i Scand. Pray lend it him, nadam--I'll tell you. “the reason-[She gives him the glass, Scandal and " she whisper]—My passion for you is grown so vio“ lent--that I am no longer master of myself—I was,
interrupted in the morning, when you had charity “enough to give me your attention ; and I had hopes " of finding another opportunity of explaining my“ self to you--but was disappointed all this day; and “ the uneasiness that has attended me ever since, • brings me now hither at this unseasonable hour.