Scene IX.

Love for Love

by William Congreve

[To them] SIR SAMPSON, ANGELICA, BUCKRAM.

SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
Where is this old soothsayer, this uncle
of mine elect? Aha, old Foresight, Uncle Foresight, wish me joy,
Uncle Foresight, double joy, both as uncle and astrologer; here's a
conjunction that was not foretold in all your Ephemeris. The
brightest star in the blue firmament--IS SHOT FROM ABOVE, IN A JELLY
OF LOVE, and so forth; and I'm lord of the ascendant. Odd, you're an
old fellow, Foresight; uncle, I mean, a very old fellow, Uncle
Foresight: and yet you shall live to dance at my wedding; faith and
troth, you shall. Odd, we'll have the music of the sphere's for
thee, old Lilly, that we will, and thou shalt lead up a dance in Via
Lactea.

FORESIGHT
I'm thunderstruck! You are not married to my
niece?

SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
Not absolutely married, uncle; but very
near it, within a kiss of the matter, as you see. [Kisses
ANGELICA.]

ANGELICA
'Tis very true, indeed, uncle. I hope you'll be my
father, and give me.

SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
That he shall, or I'll burn his globes.
Body o' me, he shall be thy father, I'll make him thy father, and
thou shalt make me a father, and I'll make thee a mother, and we'll
beget sons and daughters enough to put the weekly bills out of
countenance.

SCANDAL
Death and hell! Where's Valentine?