Love for Love: Scene X.
Scene X.
SIR SAMPSON, ANGELICA, FORESIGHT, MRS FORESIGHT, BEN, BUCKRAM.
MRS FORESIGHT
This is so surprising.
SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
How! What does my aunt say? Surprising, aunt? Not at
all for a young couple to make a match in winter: not at all. It's
a plot to undermine cold weather, and destroy that usurper of a bed
called a warming-pan.
MRS FORESIGHT
I'm glad to hear you have so much fire in you, Sir
Sampson.
BEN LEGEND
Mess, I fear his fire's little better than tinder; mayhap it
will only serve to light up a match for somebody else. The young
woman's a handsome young woman, I can't deny it: but, father, if I
might be your pilot in this case, you should not marry her. It's
just the same thing as if so be you should sail so far as the
Straits without provision.
SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
Who gave you authority to speak, sirrah? To your
element, fish, be mute, fish, and to sea, rule your helm, sirrah,
don't direct me.
BEN LEGEND
Well, well, take you care of your own helm, or you mayn't keep
your new vessel steady.
SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
Why, you impudent tarpaulin! Sirrah, do you bring your
forecastle jests upon your father? But I shall be even with you, I
won't give you a groat. Mr Buckram, is the conveyance so worded
that nothing can possibly descend to this scoundrel? I would not so
much as have him have the prospect of an estate, though there were
no way to come to it, but by the North-East Passage.
BUCKRAM
Sir, it is drawn according to your directions; there is not
the least cranny of the law unstopt.
BEN LEGEND
Lawyer, I believe there's many a cranny and leak unstopt in
your conscience. If so be that one had a pump to your bosom, I
believe we should discover a foul hold. They say a witch will sail
in a sieve: but I believe the devil would not venture aboard o'
your conscience. And that's for you.
SIR SAMPSON LEGEND
Hold your tongue, sirrah. How now, who's here?