Sir Patient Fancy A Comedy

Author : Aphra Behn
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ISBN 13 :
Total Pages : 126 pages
Book Rating : 4.6/5 (469 download)

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Download or read book Sir Patient Fancy written by Aphra Behn and published by . This book was released on 2020-05-20 with total page 126 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Sir Patient Fancy, a hypochondriacal old alderman, has taken a second wife, Lucia, a young and beautiful woman who, although feigning great affection and the strictest conjugal fidelity, intrigues with a gallant, Charles Wittmore, the only obstacle to their having long since married being mutual poverty. However, the jealousy and uxoriousness of the doting husband give the lovers few opportunities...Isab. 'Tis much I owe to Fortune, my dear Lucretia, for being so kind to make us Neighbours, where with Ease we may continually exchange our Souls and Thoughts without the attendance of a Coach, and those other little Formalities that make a Business of a Visit; it looks so like a Journey, I hate it.Lucr. Attendance is that Curse to Greatness that confines the Soul, and spoils good Humour; we are free whilst thus alone, and can laugh at the abominable Fopperies of this Town. Isab. And lament the numberless Impertinences wherewith they continually plague all young Women of Quality.Lucr. Yet these are the precious things our grave Parents still chuse out to make us happy with, and all for a filthy Jointure, the undeniable argument for our Slavery to Fools.Isab. Custom is unkind to our Sex, not to allow us free Choice; but we above all Creatures must be forced to endure the formal Recommendations of a Parent, and the more insupportable Addresses of an odious Fop; whilst the Obedient Daughter stands-thus-with her Hands pinn'd before her, a set Look, few Words, and a Mein that cries-Come marry me: out upon't.Lucr. I perceive then, whatever your Father designs, you are resolv'd to love your own way.Isab. Thou mayst lay thy Maidenhead upon't, and be sure of the Misfortune to win. Lucr. My Brother Lodwick's like to be a happy Man then.Isab. Faith, my dear Lodwick or no body in my heart, and I hope thou art as well resolv'd for my Cousin Leander.Lucr. Here's my Hand upon't, I am; yet there's something sticks upon my stomach, which you must know.Isab. Spare the Relation, for I have observ'd of late your Mother to have order'd her Eyes with some softness, her Mouth endeavouring to sweeten it self into Smiles and Dimples, as if she meant to recal Fifteen again, and gave it all to Leander, for at him she throws her Darts.Lucr. Is't possible thou should'st have perceived it already?Isab. Long since.Lucr. And now I begin to love him, 'twould vex me to see my Mother marry him-well, I shall never call him Father.Isab. He'll take care to give himself a better Title. Lucr. This Devonshire Knight too, who is recommended to my Mother as a fit Husband for me, I shall be so tormented with-My Brother swears he's the pertest, most unsufferable Fool he ever saw; when he was at my Uncle's last Summer, he made all his Diversion.