with you. (Taking her hand and grasping it firmly.) If you do not withdraw from me this precious hand, I shall suppose you return me the answer I desire, and retain it as my own for ever.
MISS MARTIN.
Why, you have hurt it so much in that foolish struggle, that you have not left it power to withdraw itself.
SIR JOHN HAZELWOOD.
Now, fye upon thee again! this is a silly and affected answer.—But let it pass: I find notwithstanding all my particular notions upon these matters, I must e'en take thee as thou art with all thy faults.(Kissing her hand devoutly.)
MISS MARTIN.
I think I hear Worshipton's voice.
SIR JOHN HAZELWOOD.
Ah, my poor miserable bridegroom of a nephew! I must be angry with him now, and I know not at present how to be angry.
EnterWorshiptonandHannah.
WORSHIPTON.
My dear uncle, I crave your blessing.
SIR JOHN HAZELWOOD.
I think, sir, it would become you better, in the first place, to crave my pardon.
