It is the day of Alithea’s wedding to Mr. Sparkish. Lucy, Alithea’s
Start: Lucy: Well—madam, now have I dressed you, and set you out with so many ornaments, and spent upon you ounces of essence and pulvillio; and all this for no other purpose but as people adorn and perfume a corpse for a stinking second-hand grave: such, or as bad, I think Master Sparkish's bed.
Alithea: Hold your peace.
Lucy: Nay, madam, I will ask you the reason why you would banish poor Master Harcourt for ever from your sight; how could you be so hard-hearted?
Alithea: 'Twas because I was not hard-hearted.
Lucy: No, no; 'twas stark love and kindness, I warrant.
Alithea: It was so; I would see him no more because I love him.
Lucy: Hey day, a very pretty reason!
Alithea: You do not understand me.
Lucy: I wish you may yourself.
Alithea: I was engaged to marry, you see, another man, whom
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