Ah, Sir Sampson, heav'n help your head. This is none of your
lucky hour; Nemo omnibus horis sapit. What, is he gone, and in
contempt of science? Ill stars and unconvertible ignorance attend
You must excuse his passion, Mr Foresight, for he has been
heartily vexed. His son is non compos mentis, and thereby incapable
of making any conveyance in law; so that all his measures are
Did not! With that face can you ask the question?
This I have heard of before, but never believed. I have been
told, she had that admirable quality of forgetting to a man's face
in the morning that she had lain with him all night, and denying
that she had done favours with more impudence than she could grant
'em. Madam, I'm your humble servant, and honour you.--You look
pretty well, Mr Foresight: how did you rest last night?
Truly, Mr Scandal, I was so taken up with broken dreams and
distracted visions that I remember little.
'Twas a very forgetting night. But would you not talk with
Valentine? Perhaps you may understand him; I'm apt to believe there
is something mysterious in his discourses, and sometimes rather
think him inspired than mad.
You speak with singular good judgment, Mr Scandal, truly. I
am inclining to your Turkish opinion in this matter, and do
reverence a man whom the vulgar think mad. Let us go to him.
Sister, do you stay with them; I'll find out my lover,
and give him his discharge, and come to you. O' my conscience, here