es her._] Burning rivers! cooling flames!
red-hot roses! pig-nuts! hasty-pudding and ambrosia!
JENNY. What means this freedom? you insulting wretch. [_Strikes him._]
JONATHAN. Are you affronted?
JENNY. Affronted! with what looks shall I express my anger?
JONATHAN. Looks! why as to the matter of looks, you look as cross as a
witch.
JENNY. Have you no feeling for the delicacy of my sex?
JONATHAN. Feeling! Gor, I--I feel the delicacy of your sex pretty
smartly [_Rubbing his cheek._], though, I vow, I thought when you city
ladies courted and married, and all that, you put feeling out of the
question. But I want to know whether you are really affronted, or only
pretend to be so? 'Cause, if you are certainly right down affronted, I
am at the end of my tether; Jessamy didn't tell me what to say to you.
JENNY. Pretend to be affronted!
JONATHAN. Aye, aye, if you only pretend, you shall hear how I'll go to
work to make cherubim consequences. [_Runs up to her._]
JENNY. Begone, you brute!
JONATHAN. That looks like mad; but I won't lose my speech. My dearest
Jenny--your name is Jenny, I think?--My dearest Jenny, though I have the
highest esteem for the sweet favours you have just now granted me--Gor,
that's a fib, though; but Jessamy says it is not wicked to tell lies to
the women. [_Aside._] I say, though I have the highest esteem for the
favours you have just now granted me, yet you will consider that, as
soon as the dissolvable knot is tied, they will no longer be favours,
but only matters of duty and matters of course.
JENNY. Marry you! you audacious monster! get out of my sight, or,
rather, let me fly from you. [_Exit hastily._
JONATHAN. Gor! she's gone off in a swinging passion, before I had time
to think of consequences. If this is the way with your city ladies, give
me the twenty acres of rock, the bible, the cow, and Tabitha, and a
little peaceable bundling.
SCENE II. _The Mall._
_Enter MANLY._
It must be so, Montague! and it is not all the tribe of Mandevilles that
shall convince me that a nation, to become great, must first become
dissipated. Luxury is surely the bane of a nation: Luxury! which
enervates both soul and body, by opening a thousand new sources of
enjoyment, opens, also, a thousand new sources of contention and want:
Luxury! which renders a people weak at home, and accessible to bribery,
corruption, and force from abroad. When the Grec
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