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HARLEY . -- `` You and my Lady , here , entreat me to marry ; I promise to do my best to obey you , but on one condition , that I choose for myself , and take my time about it . Agreed on both sides . Whereon , off goes your Lordship -- actually before noon , at an hour when no lady , without a shudder , could think of cold blonde and damp orange flowers -- off goes your Lordship , I say , and commits poor Lady Mary and your unworthy son to a mutual admiration , -- which neither of us ever felt . Pardon me , my father , but this is grave . Again let me claim your promise , -- full choice for myself , and no reference to the Wars of the Roses . What War of the Roses like that between Modesty and Love upon the cheek of the virgin ! ''