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@BEGIN_FILE_ID.DIZ Here's a "true relation" of a "Saturday night's adventure" by the playwright George Farquhar. It's marked up in HTML format (that's the <XXX>...</XXX> stuff), but you can still more or less read it even if you don't have a WWW browser. @END_FILE_ID.DIZ <!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//IETF//DTD HTML//EN"><HTML> <HEAD><TITLE>George Farquhar, "To a Lady, whom he never saw..." (1701)</TITLE> </HEAD><BODY> <H1>George Farquhar, <CITE>A Pacquet from Will's</CITE> (1701).</H1> <H2 ALIGN=CENTER>To a Lady, whom he never saw: Being a true Relation of a Saturday Night's Adventure. By Mr. Farquhar.</H2> I have now, Madam, had time to reflect on Saturday Night's Adventure: and if I have reflected on any thing else since that, may I never be blest with such an Adventure again. A Lady in a Masque, with a pretty Hand, that presently got hold of my Heart, desires to know where she shall see me after the Play: "At the Rose, Madam," said I. There the Lady calls, like a Woman of Honour, where I was found, like a Man of Honour, and without much Ceremony I leave three honest Gentlemen and two roasted Fowls, to venture my self, Neck, and Gizard, with two strange Ladies in a Coach. Compliments (which, by the way, were pretty plain on my side) being passed on both sides, the Ladies would do nothing under the Rose, but must drive to the Fountain in the Strand <A HREF="#FN1">[1]</A>. If the Ladies had inform'd me of their Quality, I had called for Burgundy; but seeing nothing about them that promised beyond Covent-Garden, I thought a Bottle of New French might be suitable. They both were in love with me, but one a little further gone than t'other; their Discourse was Modest, and they drank like Women of Quality, for our Bottle was soon out. I was then impatient to return to my Fowls; for I could not feed upon Covered Dishes <A HREF="#FN2">[2]</A>. The Lady that was most in love with me, promised to take off her Mask, if I should see her home. I promised to wait on her home, if she would let me lie with her all Night. I was a Blockhead for that: for the Lady was angry, not with the Matter, but the manner of the Expression: But I, thinking still of Covent-Garden, was not so very nice in my Phrase; but at last, away we drove, and set down one Lady, the Lord knows where: The t'other (relying, I suppose, more upon my Modesty than her own) had the Courage to stay alone with me in the Coach; which, after several Turnings, stopt where we lighted, in Golden-Square <A HREF="#FN3">[3]</A>; she advised me to make the Coach wait; which I thought a very good hint to discharge it. She conducted me up Stairs to a very stately Apartment; and she, according to her Promise, took off her Mask; but pull'd her Hoods so about her Face, that I was as far to seek for her Beauty as before. After some foolish Chat, in comes a Maid, with a red-hot Warming-Pan, and retires into a Bed-Chamber; and returning presently, told her Lady, that her Ladiship's Bed was ready; dropt a modest Curtesey, and made her Exit: the Lady told me, 'twas time for me to go to Bed. "Madam," said I, "with all the Speed I'm able"; and began to unbutton: but in spight of all my haste, she was a-bed before me. Our Conversation was free, natural, and pleasant, till ten a-clock next Morning. The Chamber was so dark, that I could not see the Lady's Face; so was forc'd to depart as great a Stranger to that, as when I met her first; tho' I know every other part about her so well, that I shall never forget her. I hope Your Ladiships will pardon my Familiarity: For, by Heavens, I can no more forbear whispering my past Joys to my self, than I could abstain repeating them with You, would you bless me so with a second Opportunity. I have sent you a Note for the Pit, to see the Jubilee to-morrow <A HREF="#FN4">[4]</A>, tho' I would rather try the Power of my Love, by finding you out in the Front Boxes. I'm sure you can't be handsome; for Nature never made any thing entirely Perfect. In short, if I can't find you out by Instinct, never trust me when I say I love, which must be as great a Curse as your Favour will prove a Blessing to, Madam, -- Your most humble Servant. <HR> <H2>Notes to "To a Lady, whom he never saw..."</H2> <DL> <DT><A NAME="FN1">[1]</A> "Fountain in the Strand": <DD> The Fountain Tavern after which Fountain Court was named. [Farquhar is deceived at first as to the ladies' class, or social status ("quality").] <DT><A NAME="FN2">[2]</A> "Covered Dishes": <DD> i.e., ladies in masks. <DT><A NAME="FN3">[3]</A> "Golden-Square": <DD> Golden Square, Regent's Street, was an exceedingly elegant part of town, inhabited by aristocrats and other fashionable people. <DT><A NAME="FN4">[4]</A> "a Note for the Pit, to see the Jubilee": <DD> that is, free entrance to the theatre for his play <CITE>The Constant Couple</CITE>. He chose to give her entry to the pit, where the other masked ladies would have been, rather than to the front boxes with ladies of her own quality [class], in order to allow her to continue her anonymity. </DL> </BODY></HTML> Manic-Depressive Virgin ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. 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