The Contrast: A Comedy | ||
SCENE II.
A Room in VAN ROUGH'S House
MARIAsitting disconsolate at a Table, with Books, &c.
SONG.
I.
The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day;But glory remains when their lights fade away!
Begin, ye tormentors! your threats are in vain,
For the son of Alknomook shall never complain.
II.
Remember the arrows he shot from his bow;Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low:
Why so slow?—do you wait till I shrink from the pain?
No—the son of Alknomook will never complain.
III.
Remember the wood where in ambush we lay,And the scalps which we bore from your nation away:
Now the flame rises fast, you exult in my pain;
But the son of Alknomook can never complain.
IV.
I go to the land where my father is gone;His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son:
Death comes like a friend, he relieves me from pain;
And thy son, Oh Alknomook! has scorn'd to complain.
There is something in this song which ever calls forth my affections. The manly virtue of courage, that fortitude which steels the heart against the keenest misfortunes, which interweaves the laurel of glory
Ha! my father's voice—Sir!—
Enter VAN ROUGH.
VAN ROUGH.
What, Mary, always singing doleful ditties, and moping over these plaguy books.
MARIA.
I hope, Sir, that it is not criminal to improve my mind with books, or to divert my melancholy with singing, at my leisure hours.
VAN ROUGH.
Why, I don't know that, child; I don't know that. They us'd to say, when I was a young man, that if a
MARIA.
One-hundredth part of the land, and a lease for life of the heart of a man I could love, would satisfy me.
VAN ROUGH.
Pho, pho, pho! child; nonsense, downright nonsense, child. This comes of your reading your story-books; your Charles Grandisons, your Sentimental Journals, and your Robinson Crusoes, and such other trumpery. No, no, no! child; it is money makes the mare go; keep your eye upon the main chance, Mary.
MARIA.
Marriage, Sir, is, indeed, a very serious affair.
VAN ROUGH.
You are right, child; you are right. I am sure I found it so, to my cost.
MARIA.
I mean, Sir, that as marriage is a portion for life, and so intimately involves our happiness, we cannot be too considerate in the choice of our companion.
VAN ROUGH.
Right, child; very right. A young woman should be very sober when she is making her choice, but when she has once made it, as you have done, I don't see why she should not be as merry as a grig; I am sure she has reason enough to be so. Solomon says that "there is a time to laugh, and a time to weep." Now, a time for a young woman to laugh is when she has made sure of a good rich husband. Now, a time to cry, according to you, Mary, is when she is making choice of him; but I should think that a young woman's time to cry was when she despaired of getting one. Why, there was your mother, now: to be sure, when I popp'd the question to her she did look a little silly; but when she had once looked down on her apron-strings, as all modest young women us'd to do, and drawled out ye-s, she was as brisk and as merry as a bee.
MARIA.
My honoured mother, Sir, had no motive to melancholy; she married the man of her choice.
VAN ROUGH.
The man of her choice! And pray, Mary, an't you
going to marry the man of your choice—what
trumpery notion is this? It is these vile
books [throwing
them away].
I'd have you to know, Mary, if you
won't make young Van Dumpling the man of your
choice, you shall marry him as the man of my choice.
MARIA.
You terrify me, Sir. Indeed, Sir, I am all submission. My will is yours.
VAN ROUGH.
Why, that is the way your mother us'd to talk. "My will is yours, my dear Mr. Van Rough, my will is yours"; but she took special care to have her own way, though, for all that.
MARIA.
Do not reflect upon my mother's memory, Sir—
VAN ROUGH.
Why not, Mary, why not? She kept me from speaking my mind all her life, and do you think she shall henpeck me now she is dead too? Come, come; don't go to sniveling; be a good girl, and mind the main chance. I'll see you well settled in the world.
MARIA.
I do not doubt your love, Sir, and it is my duty to obey you. I will endeavour to make my duty and inclination go hand in hand.
VAN ROUGH.
Well, Well, Mary; do you be a good girl, mind the main chance, and never mind inclination. Why, do you know that I have been down in the cellar this very morning to examine a pipe of Madeira which I purchased the week you were born, and mean to tap on
Enter SERVANT.
SERVANT.
Sir, Mr. Transfer, the broker is below.
[Exit.
VAN ROUGH.
Well, Mary, I must go. Remember, and be a good girl, and mind the main chance.
[Exit.
MARIA,
alone.
How deplorable is my situation! How distressing for a daughter to find her heart militating with her filial duty! I know my father loves me tenderly; why then do I reluctantly obey him? Heaven knows! with what reluctance I should oppose the will of a parent, or set an example of filial disobedience; at a parent's command, I could wed awkwardness and deformity. Were the heart of my husband good, I would so magnify his good qualities with the eye of conjugal affection, that the defects of his person and manners should be lost in the emanation of his virtues. At a father's command, I could embrace poverty. Were the poor man my husband, I would learn resignation to my lot; I would enliven our frugal meal with good humour, and chase away misfortune from our cottage with a smile. At a father's command, I could almost submit to what every female heart
[Exit.
END OF THE FIRST ACT.
The Contrast: A Comedy | ||