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Sir C. All conceit, my dear! I was perfectly right. Lady R. No such thing, Sir Charles; the diamond was
Sir é. Po! Po! Ridiculous! The club was the card, against the world. Lady R. Oh! no, no, no --I say it was the diamond. Sir C. Madam, 1 çay it was the club. Lady R. What do you fly into such'a passion for?
Sir C. Death and fury! Do you think I don't kuow what I'm about? I tell you once more, the club was the judgment of it.
Lady R. May be $o-have it your own way.
Sir C. Vexation! You're the strangest woman that Ever lived; there's no conversing with you.--Look 'e hete, my Lady Racket- -'tis the clearest case in the world-i'll make it plain in a moment.
Lady R. Well, Sir; ha, ha, ha!
Sir C. I had four cards left--a trump had led- they were six-no, no, 10—they were seven, and we nine
then, you know the beauty of the play was to Lady R. Well, nw, 'tis amazing to me, that you can't see it.
Give me leave, Sir Charles—your left hand adversary had led his last trump--and he had before finessed the club, and roughed the diamond-now if you had put on your diamond
Sir C. But, Madam, we play'd for the odd trick.
Sir C. Why then you are enough to provoke the patience of a Stoic. Very well, madam! You know do more of the
father's leaden Hercules on the top of the house. You know no more of whiật tban he does of gardening.
Lady R. Ha, ha, ha!
Sir C. You're a vile woman, and I'll not sleep another night under one roof with you. Lady R. As you please, Sir. Sir C. Madam, it shall be as I please-I'll order my
chariot this moment. [Going.) I know how the cards should be played as well as any man in England, that let me tell you-[Going.) And when your family were standing behind counters, measuring out tape, and bartering for Whitechapel needles, my, ancestors, my ancestors, Madam, were squandering away whole estates at cards ; whole estates, my lady Racket-[She hums a tune] Why, then, by all that's dear to me, I'll never exchange another word with you, good, bad, or indifferent. Look ye, my lady Racket-thus it stood the trump being led it was then my business
Lady R. To play the diamond, to be sure.
Sir C. I have done with you forever; and so you may tell your father.
Lady R. What a passion the gentleman is in! Ha! ha! l'il promise him I'll not give up my judgment.
Re-enter Sir Charles. Sir C. My lady Racket-look 'ye. Ma'am, once more, out of pure good nature
Lady R. Sir, I am convinced of your good nature.
Sir C. That and that only, prevails with me to tell you the club was the play.
Lady R. Well, be it so-1 have no objection.
Sir C. 'Tis the clearest point in the world.We were nine, and
Lady R. And for that very reason, you know the club was the best in the house.
Sir C. There's no such thing as talking to you. You're a base woman—I'll part with you forever, you may live here with your father, and admire his fantastical evergreens, till you grow as fantastical yourself-III set out for London this instant- _[Stops at the door] The club was not the best in the house.
Lady R. How calm you are! Well, I'll go to bed, Will you come ? You had hetterPoor Sir Charles.
[Looks and laughs, then exit.} Sir C. That case is provoking-[Crosses to the opposite door where she went out.] I tell you the diamond was not the play ; and here I take my final leave of you[Walks baek as fast as he can] I am resolved upon it; and I know the club was not the best in the house.
VIII.-Brutus and Cassius.-SHAKESPEARE.
THAT you have wrongd me doth appear in Cas.
Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case.
Cas. At such a time as this, is it not meet
Bru. Yet let me tell you, Cassiu3, you yourself
Cas. I an itching palm?
Bru. The name of Cassius honors this corruption,
Cas. Chastisement !
Bru. Remember March, the Ides of March remember.
Cas. Brutus, bay not me:
Cas. Urge 'me no more: I shall forget myself:
Bru. Away, slight man !
Bru. Hear me, for I will speak.
Cas. Must I endure all this !
Cas, Is it come to this?
Bru. You say you are a better soldier;
Bru. If you did I care not.
Bru. Peace, peace; you durst not so have tempted
Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love.
And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring
Was that done like Cassius !
Cas. I denied you not.
Cas. I did not; he was but a fool
Bru. I do not. Still you practice them on me.
Bru. Aflatterer's would not, though they did appear As huge as high Olympus.
Cas. Come, Anthony! And young Octavius, come!
Bru, Sheath your dagger,