ill I come, nor vanish like a ghost.
If this be Juan's page, why, where is Miriam?
If this be Miriam, where's--by all the saints,
I have been tricked!

MIRIAM [_laughing_]. By two saints, with your leave!

LARA. The happiest fool in Italy, for my age!
And all the damning tales you fed me with,
You Sprite of Twilight, Imp of the old Moon!--

MIRIAM [_bowing_]. Were arrant lies as ever woman told;
And though not mine, I claim the price for them--
This cap stuffed full of ducats twice a year!

LARA. A trap! a trap that only caught a fool!
So thin a plot, I might have seen through it.
I've lost my reason!

MIRIAM. And your ducats!

BEATRICE. And
A certain set of turquoise at Malan's!

SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER

OLIVER GOLDSMITH

ACT II, SCENE I

CHARACTERS: Hardcastle, hospitable and urbane, with a touch of
humor in his nature; Marlow and Hastings who come from London to
visit the Hardcastles; servants.

SCENE: Hardcastle's house. Young Marlow and Hastings have journeyed
from London to the home of Mr. Hardcastle, an old family friend
whom they have never seen. They are deceived into believing they
are many miles from their destination when they really have
arrived. They are told that Mr. Hardcastle's house is a public inn.
This leads to much confusion. The genial Hardcastle is drilling his
servants.

_Enter_ HARDCASTLE, _followed by_ DIGGORY _and three or four awkward_
SERVANTS

MR. H. Well, I hope you're perfect in the table exercise I have been
teaching you these three days. You all know your posts and your places,
and can show that you have been used to good company, without stirring
from home?

ALL. Ay! ay!

MR. H. When company comes, you are not to pop out and stare, and then
run in again, like frightened rabbits in a warren.

ALL. No! no!

MR. H. You, Diggory, whom I have taken from the barn, are to make a show
at the side table; and you, Roger, whom I have advanced from the plough,
are to place yourself behind my chair. But you're not to stand so, with
your hands in your pockets. Take your hands from your pockets, Roger;
and from your head, you blockhead you! See how Diggory carries his
hands. They're a little too stiff, indeed, but that'