Scene VII.

Love for Love

by William Congreve

SIR SAMPSON, VALENTINE, SCANDAL, JEREMY.

SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
Hold, hold, don't you go yet.

SCANDAL
You'd better let him go, sir, and send for him if
there be occasion; for I fancy his presence provokes him more.

VALENTINE
Is the lawyer gone? 'Tis well, then we may drink
about without going together by the ears--heigh ho! What a'clock
is't? My father here! Your blessing, sir.

SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
He recovers--bless thee, Val; how dost
thou do, boy?

VALENTINE
Thank you, sir, pretty well. I have been a little
out of order, Won't you please to sit, sir?

SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
Ay, boy. Come, thou shalt sit down by
me.

VALENTINE
Sir, 'tis my duty to wait.

SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
No, no; come, come, sit thee down, honest
Val. How dost thou do? Let me feel thy pulse. Oh, pretty well now,
Val. Body o' me, I was sorry to see thee indisposed; but I'm glad
thou art better, honest Val.

VALENTINE
I thank you, sir.

SCANDAL
Miracle! The monster grows loving. [Aside.]

SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
Let me feel thy hand again, Val. It does
not shake; I believe thou canst write, Val. Ha, boy? thou canst
write thy name, Val. Jeremy, step and overtake Mr Buckram, bid him
make haste back with the conveyance; quick, quick. [In whisper to
JEREMY.]