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Madam the humblest of your servants is Exalted to a happiness, if you smile Upon my visit. But cannot Find where with more desert to exercise it, What Lady's this I pray? I am more her servant, You wound my meaning Lady. Madam, you honour me Above my desert of language. Do you not know him Madam. The whole world Shanot divorce our friendship. Mr Hairecut Would I had lives to serve him, he is lost To goodness does not honour him. His looks are pleasant. Sir Thomas was not wont To show so much a Courtier. Where you would have given the best Barbary In your stable to have met on honourable terms. 'Tis too low a miracle Ask Alexander, he knows her? The Lady Celestina. Through Ethiopiam But hang't 'tis honourable journey work, Thou art famous by't, and thy name's up. No more, Th'art witty, as I am— How's that? But not to be compared. She was fair I must confess, but had your Lordship looked With eyes more narrow and some less affection Upon her face. I desire no other Judge should determine us, and if your Lordship Dare venture but your eyes upon this Lady, I'll stand their justice, and be confident You shall give Celestin victory, And triumph ors all beauty's passed and living. Nor frailty, you dare not trust you self to see her. I will doo't my Lord. She shall expect you, trust to me for knowledge. So I am glad he's yet So near conversion. No mention of my Lord. My Lord is come. Enter Lord. Hairecut. You may guess, at the gentleman thats with him. It is his Barbar, Madam, dee observe And your Ladyship want a shaver. She in the amid. It pretty well come off. 'Tis no fear of your sword, but that I wood not Break the good laws established against duels. I laid a wager my Lord with Hairecut, Who thinks I shall catch cold, that isle stand bore This half hour. Why may not I My Lord begin a fashion of no hair. Not with store of nightcaps. J kiss your fairest hand. A Camphire ball, you shall know more hereafter He shall tell you himself, and save my character, Till then, you see he's proud. I know him. Husband to the Lady, that so revels in the strand. What is she? I was wont to be of his counsel, a new officer And I'not know't? I am resolved to 'batter All other with the praise of Celestina I must retain him. Enter Lord. Why do you mean my Lord to live and Infidel? Do, and see what will come ont, observe still And dote upon your vigils, built a chamber Within a rock, a tomb, among the worms, Not far off, where you may in proof apocryphal Court em not devour the pretty pile. Of flesh your mistress carried to the grave, There are no women in the world, all eyes And tongue and lips are buried in her coffin.
Plot summary
Plot — The Lady of Pleasure
Bored with country life, Aretina forces her husband, Sir Thomas Bornwell, to sell up their estate and come to live in London. There she lives extravagantly, buying expensive luxuries and gay clothes, and keeping up with her equally prodigal neighbour, the young widow Celestina. She summons her nephew Frederick home from university, unhappy that he has been turned into a serious scholar, and she asks her fashionable friends Kickshaw and Littleworth to teach him the conventions of social behaviour. Bornwell decides that all he can do is match his wife’s profligacy, and visits Celestina as one of her many suitors. He invites her back to his house as a guest. A formerly promiscuous lord has lost all interest in sex since the death of his mistress. Decoy the bawd offers to procure Aretina for him, but Aretina is his kinswoman: he refuses, and sends Decoy to Aretina with a letter purporting to be a testimonial, but which is actually a warning against the bearer. But Aretina, seeking an extra-marital liaison, treats the letter as a positive recommendation, and engages Decoy to procure Kickshaw for her. She also asks Kickshaw and Littleworth to provoke her unwanted guest Celestina, but their disparaging remarks have no effect, other than to annoy Bornwell when he overhears them; he encourages Celestina to insult them back at length. Kickshaw is invited to an assignation, which turns out to be with Decoy, disguised as a crone. She proposes a nocturnal meeting for sex, promising that she will seem much younger in the dark (primarily, of course, because she will be a different woman, Aretina incognito). That night, Aretina gives him money and rich presents, but makes him promise not to talk about his lover; instead, when he visits her at home, he boasts about his mistress and unwittingly gives her back her own gifts. The Lord’s friends introduce him to Celestina in the hope that she will rekindle his interest in women. It does, but she refuses him unless he commits himself to an honourable chastity. Bornwell has started to gamble and to lose large sums of money. Husband and wife compete with one another in conspicuous consumption—dinner parties, playgoing, balls—until Bornwell tells Aretina that they have enough left for one more month of this lifestyle, after which they will lead a life of poverty. Aretina comes to her senses and insists they return to the country; Bornwell reassures her that he has not in fact been spending money, so they are financially secure…