SMITH, stops.] Smith, did you hear what the vagabond said?-called me the mother of seventy children!

Smith. Not if I know it, my love!

[Exit with MRS. SMITH on his arm, R. U. E. Ingot. [comes down c.] Now, then, what's all this fuss about? Because a player is a player, and acted like one?

Ada. [sobbing, comes to INGOT, c.] Oh, father! Ingot. I didn't send for him to preach a sermon. I paid him to be amusing.

Ada. You paid him?

Ingot. Yes; you can hire his sort o' people by the hour, like hackney coaches! [Aside.] That's a lie, but it may serve.

Ada. Father, dear, dear father, pray forgive me. Ingot. Forgive you! Don't cry! [Affected.] Forgive you-what for?

Ada. Don't ask me. Have pity on me. Some other time, not now, I will tell you all-how bad, how wicked I have been.

Ingot. You, my child? Don't cry; what's the use of crying? Oh, [impatiently] there you go again! Ada. I will be obedient now. I'll marry anybody you please; my Cousin Dick, even. Ingot. You will promise?

Ada. [sobbing.] On my honor.

Ingot. My darling! [Aside.] What a wonderful man that Mr. Garrick is! I shall think the better of the players the longest day I live.

Enter, R. U. E., drunk, SQUIRE CHIVY. Chivy. Here I am

[C., ADA on his right, INGOT on his left. Ingot. Here you are. [Aside.] This fellow is really drunk. He's not acting. Chivy. Oh, I've had my dinner. Ingot. [aside.] One can see that.

Chivy. I've just come from my club. I soon got tired of the society of Lord Tantivy's groom and the trainer, but nobody was there when I dropped in, and it was nearly as dull. It's near Covent Garden, you know. All the dramatic cellar-bbrieties come there. It was very dull, though, when in come Davy, and threw himself into a chair, and called for wine. He looked so down in the mouth, that I advised him to go to his stables and get his groom to give him a warm mash. "Have you been playing a part, Davy?" said I. "Playing a part!" answered he, "yes, and one I shall never play again!" At last we got it all from him! [Laughing.] You know, once upon a time [ADA and INGOT turn away disgusted. Ingot. You had better sit down. [Aside.] He can't stand. [All take seats.

Chivy. [seated c.] Once upon a time there was an old father— Ada. Oh!

Ingot. Pshaw!

Chivy. Oh, I don't mean that once upon a time there was only one old father. This stupid old father had a daughter, who fell in love with Davy. Ada. Fallen in love with him! [Eagerly drawing chair nearer CHIVY. INGOT coughs violently. Chivy. I say, Nunkey, there's something the matter with your bronchial tubes. He had seen the girl at the play. Well, the stupid old fathersome old thick-head of the city, hey?-called on Davy, [drunkenly] and asked him to cure the girl of her misplaced attachment. Davy was touched, and promised to employ all his art in [drunkenly] fol-e-roller-riddle-wol.

Ingot. [relieved.] Oh!

Chivy. First he was silent, then talkative, then noisy, then tipsy, then drunk; he acted the bully, the drunkard, the gamester, [ADA rises abruptly] everything to disgust the girl.

Ada. [excitedly.] Was all that acting?
Chivy. [rises.] All what?
Ada. Never mind what I say.

[Pushes him towards his seat. Chivy. Oh, I say, Nunkey, she's a-tickling me. [Seated again. Ada. [draws her chair quite close to CHIVY's.] Go on, go on! I am so interested in your story. Chivy. She's interested in my story. [To INGOT.] Nunkey, I'm getting on!

Ingot. You are getting on.

Chivy. But the best of the joke is, that all the time Davy was disgusting the girl [laughing] he was in love with her himself. [INGOT stamps on CHIVY'S foot, and CHIVY's face changes to express agony. He puts his foot upon chair and rubs his

boot.

Ingot. [aside.] He won't understand me.

Chivy. What are you doing? You've stepped on my favorite corn. That's one of the things that always makes me savage. [In resuming his seat he sits on INGOT, who pushes him to his chair.] Where was I? Oh, that Davy was in love with the girl all the while.

Ada. [half aside.] He was in love with her all the while!

Chivy. But Davy behaved admirably, noblyhe had given the father his word of honor, and he kept it to the letter, like a sportsman. Fancy the disappointment of the girl, though! The fidget of the old fool of a father! [INGOT stamps on his foot as before; same business, only more so, on part of CHIVY.] Don't you do that again! [Pause-he resumes seat, and draws his feet in under him.] Ah! I can fancy the face of this old fellow. [To INGOT.] We must find the old fool, and have a laugh at him.

Ingot. Of course this play-actor made fine fun of his dupes?

Chivy. Oh, no! Davy wouldn't even let a word be said against either of them; and when, indeed, Billy Banter said, "What an old Bedlamite the father must be, and what a ninny the girl!" Davy sprang up and seized Billy by the throat, and shook him. Here, let me show you how he shook him. [INGOT excuses himself; all have risen.] That led to high words, and so they are going to settle it in the morning by the Rule of Steel!

Ada. Father! Ingot. A duel?

[Attitude of lunging.

Chivy. And I am a little afraid for Davy, for Billy is one of the best swordsmen in London.

[ADA crosses to INGOT, L. C., and clings to him pleadingly.

Ingot. [aside to ADA.] I have your word! Ada. [aside.] But then I did not knowIngot. I have rare news for you, Dick. Your cousin consents to be married to you to-morrow morning!

Chivy. She'll be Mrs. Chivy! Yoicks, tallyho! Ada. To-morrow morning, when heIngot. [quickly.] You promised to be obedient; you will go to church with your cousin, and after the wedding we will all go to India.

Chivy. Nonsense! There's no horse-racing in India. Let's go to Newmarket or Epsom. Ingot. [to ADA.] I have humored you too long. Now I insist upon it. Go to your room!

[Exit ADA, sadly, L. 1 E. Chivy. She'll be Mrs. Chivy-with a heigho, Chivy! Yoicks, tallyho, tantivy! Nunkey, we'll have a dance at the wedding. Ingot. Of course we will! Chivy. And you shall dance too! Ingot. I can't dance. [CHIVY seizes his hands and forces him to dance with him up C.

ACT III. SCENE.-Interior.

[Dances.

Chivy. [searching his pockets.] Here [note out] it is! no--that's not it. [Chuckles, drops note on table.] That's from a little fair girl that I know. She lives in Bedford Street, Covent Garden. Her name's Clorinda. She loves me, Davy. She doats on me! She's always asking me to give her something. [Another note out.] Here it is, Davy. [Drops note on table.] No it ain't. That's from another girl I know; oh, a fine girl, Davy! [Chuckles.] She stands six feet high in her stockings, and weighs thirteen stone! Jenny is her name. She's an old flame-so old a flame that it's

GEORGE.

George. Master seems rather dull this morning. He says he expects a gentleman to call at halfpast eight. He can't be a player. It's too soon. They never get up so early.

[Arranges things on table. Enter, in cloak and hood, ADA, by D. in F. Ada. Mr. Garrick?

George. [aside.] Master said it was a gentle

man, and it's a lady.

Ada. Is Mr. Garrick gone out?

the letter she left for me--read it.

Garrick. [takes note hesitatingly.] You ask me to read it? [CHIVY nods, GARRICK reads.] "Dear, dear father, forgive me the step which you forced me to take. But the man you would have me despise, I love-"

[Hand to forehead, veiling his eyes a moment. Chivy. What does she mean by that? Garrick. [reads.] "The man you would have me love, I despise."

Chivy. She means me, Davy!

Garrick. [reads.] "Release me from the pros

Voice of Chivy. [off at back.] I'll go up, then. Ada. [aside.] Oh, am I followed here? Where shall I— [Aloud, going to L. U. E. behind bookshelves.] Not a syllable-not a word that I am here! [Conceals herself.

George. Not a word, ma'am. [Aside.] This is like a scene in a play. [Goes to R. 1 E. GARRICK enters R. 1 E., and GEORGE whispers to him. GARRICK'S by-play of surprise. GEORGE, R. 1. E.

Exit

Garrick. [aside.] She has come here! Enter, D. in F., CHIVY, in hat and cloak, and with sword; puts cloak on chair up L. C., comes

down C.

Chivy. Married, Davy, to a fine, handsome girl -daughter of one of the richest men of the city.

Ada."

Chivy. [rises.] The fact is, I've got a rival, Davy. [To c.] Do you know who it is?

Garrick. What! has not the father told you? Chivy. He told me nothing about it. He only says that it was all my fault. We'll find the fellow, though, and I'll meet him. Sure to be some particular friend as I never expected it from. But we must be stirring.

Garrick. The clock is fast.

Chivy. It's cold this morning, so I've brought a cloak; it will do to wrap you up in when we bring you home on a shutter. Here, I want my letter! [GARRICK has thrust letter into his left breast side, under his coat.] It's my letter! [Takes letter.] Oh, I've lost a wife, but I've found a headache fit to split a horseshoe.

[Goes up C., getting cloak off chair. Garrick. [aside, going up c.] I am going from her-perhaps never to return again. Chivy. [at D. in F.] Come along, Davy." [Exit D. in F.

Garrick. I am coming. [Stops in doorway in F., sword and hat in left hand.

Chivy. [without.] Come along!

Ingot. To your cousin.

thought! I'll have her conveyed away before she recovers from her swoon. I'll find Dick and have the servants. [Exit D. in F.

Ada. [murmurs, eyes closed.] Oh, father! what are these new words? "I renounce!" Ah! [Rises.] He bids me no more consider myself his child! Oh, to whom shall I turn? To him--who is perhaps at this moment periling his life for me! Oh, he must not die now! I will go [Up C. Enter GARRICK, D. in F.; puts sword and cloak down.

Garrick. You still here, [bows] madame? Ada. Mr. Garrick, my presence here requires explanation.

Garrick. You need not take the trouble to explain. I guess it. It arises from your desire to prevent the duel which has taken place. Ada. Yes. You fought?

Garrick. I disarmed my antagonist.
Ada. Alas! I told my father-
Garrick. You told your father?
Ada. Yes; he was here this moment.
Garrick. Here? and has seen you here? Oh!
Ada. He has renounced me!
Garrick. Renounced you?

Ada. I am alone in the world-without father, family or friends. If you- [Nearly fainting with emotion, by chair, R. C., front.

Ingot. [tenderly, voice broken.] There, there, my child! If you don't want to marry himBut what do you know of this other man you rave about? Look at his table, [ADA, R. C., weeping; INGOT at table, L. C.] covered over with letters from women, I warrant. [Takes up letter.] Mark the player's vanity in leaving them about. [Reads.] From "Clorinda." Here, read it and be convinced. Ada. [shakes her head.] No, father. Ingot. You won't? Then I will: "Come back to your adored_" Eh? "your adored tiddyaddy." A nice name for a lover, truly! Are you convinced now? If you won't believe me, here, read; take the evidence of your own eyes. [ADA repulses his hand holding the letter; he suddenly draws it back and expresses surprise. Aside.] What's this? "For Richard Chivy, Esq." Eh! why, it's meant for Dick. [Aloud.] Are you coming now? Come home.

Ada. Home?

Ingot. To the home of your husband.
Ada. Dick? Never!

Ingot. I have been too long indulgent. I will now be more of the father and insist upon obedience. Would you cling to your idol still? Then -when your family, which you have disgraced, has cast you off, when the man you should have wed disowns you, when the man you love has abandoned you-[ADA sobs] think of your poor old father, whose heart you will have broken! Ungrateful girl! I renounce you!

Ada. [sobs.] Oh! [Hides her face and faints in chair, R. c.; attitude, hands down, face exposed and thrown back.

Ingot. [after pause.] Ada! [Affectionately comes to her.] Ada, my child! Ada, my darling! my darling Ada! I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it! Come, come, look up! She has fainted! Lucky

[Exit R. 1 E. Enter INGOT, and CHIVY with cloak on his arm, D. in F. INGOT comes down c.

Ingot. Wait below till I tell you to come. Chivy. Eh! I spy a petticoat! Ingot. [motions him to remain at back.] Some play-house dresses; stay where you are!

[Places cloak around ADA. Chivy. Play-house dresses with a wig on top of them. Let me look at her! [INGOT makes him exit D. in F. INGOT hears GARRICK entering by R. 1 E., and hides L. U. E. corner behind book-shelves, showing himself as directed. Enter, R. 1 E., GARRICK, with scent-bottle; perfumes his handkerchief and applies it to ADA'S face.

Ada. [reviving.] No, no, father, for I love him still! [Awakens completely. Garrick. You were saying your father— Ada. He has renounced me! Garrick. Nay! [Gravely.] That was in anger. A father's love is not to be lightly thrown off at such moments.

Ingot. [looking at the two. Aside.] The rascal knows me better than I do myself!

Ada. The man they would have me marry I hate! my family rejects me, and I repeat, my father renounces me! I have no one but you!

Garrick. [taking her hands.] Ada, let us guard against our feelings and be true to ourselves. If I listened only to the dictates of my heart, I should accept your love as a blessing from heaven; but above and beyond the indulgence of our feelings there is our honor! mine, yours and more—much more to me the happiness of your future life. Ingot. [aside.] What does he mean?

Garrick. I need not tell you of the contempt that would pursue me as the interested villain [ADA shakes her head] who had taken advan

tage of a young girl's affection to build upon it his own fortune. In this world, Ada, we have not ourselves alone to look to-we have to live for those dear and near to us.

Ada. [fondly.] No other than you. You are dear to me alone! [INGOT wipes his eyes. Garrick. I know the world. I might deceive myself, but I will never deceive you. I must save you. [Very seriously and rather slowly.] I had a mother once, whom I loved devotedly. I caused her but one anger-that was when I adopted my profession. She foresaw the struggles and the pains it would bring upon me, but I doubted her. She forgave me--she forgave me, mother-like! I became a famous actor, applauded, feasted, marveled at by the many, but my triumph came too late! too late! My mother was dead. Her tears weigh upon me yet.

Ada. [tearfully.] What shall I do? what shall I do?

Garrick. Our duty! My accounts are ended. I will obey your father's wish. My career is broken-my heart is no more in it. I would have -when I am absent-my Ada hold her head high, in the place in the world which is her due, among the loveliest and best of them. Proud of your obedience to duty, to filial love, and submission to your father's will; that hereafter your children may not be able to quote their mother's disobedience to justify their own. Should the husband your father chooses be worthy of you— Ada. [rises.] No more, no more! I will obey you. You are my master.

[INGOT comes down c. slowly. Garrick. [takes her hand.] Let me lead you to your father, and say to him: There is your daughter-take her to your arms and be proud of her, for she is worthy of you! Perhaps he will remember sometimes that I placed her there! [INGOT takes her hand.] Here, father!

Ada. Father!

in-law! I'm proud of him." [Goes L.; ADA and GARRICK take seats beside one another R. C., front. Enter, D. in F., CHIVY, calling off.

Chivy. Stand below, you fellows! [To INGOT, as he comes down.] I've got all my servants here, Nunkey.

Ingot. And you can send them all away again! I've changed my mind.

Chivy. Eh? ain't there going to be any marriage? Ingot. Yes.

Chivy. All's well, then. But I'd like to have a little nap first. I'm not well-oh! it's not the glanders!

Ingot. Not yours!

Chivy. Not my marriage?

Ingot. No! Ada's and Mr. Garrick's.

Chivy. Ada's and Mr. Garrick's! [Sees ADA and GARRICK.] Why, you indescribable old idiot, is the engagement scratched? But I won't stand it[Hand on sword. Ingot. [aside to CHIVY.] You had better be quiet, or I'll inform a certain Clorinda of the conduct of her adored "tiddy-addy." [Shows letter.

Chivy. Bilked! [To GARRICK.] Mr. Garrick, I will not put up with this conduct. You shall hear from me. [To INGOT.] Do you mean to say that you'd marry your daughter to a player? Ingot. Why not?

Chivy. Nunkey, I shouldn't wonder if the next thing wasn't your coming out on the stage yourself.

Ingot. [dryly.] Perhaps I may. If you were to try it you would come out at the circus.

Chivy. The circus! [Good humoredly.] I should like that. [Opens his legs and jounces up and down on them as if doing the two-horse feat, and then holds up one leg in attitude of pirouette on horseback.

Garrick. Mr. Ingot, I thank you for the great favor you would bestow upon me. I confess that your daughter has made a deep impression on my heart, but perhaps your better judgment may repent the

DAVID GARRICK.-Act I, First dress: Riding-coat of dark gray, with gilt buttons; black velvet collar, lappel and flap to pockets; sleeves turned up broadly at wrist; black three-cocked hat; high black riding-boots, with spurs; white breeches, tight; lace cravat and ruffles; buff gloves, wig, tied with black rib. bon. See portraits of GARRICK for making up the face. Second dress: Powdered wig black velvet breeches; black velvet coat; light stockings; buckled shoes; deep lace ruffles and cra vat; court sword. Act II: Same, disordered. Act III: Same as Act I, with a house-coat instead of the riding-coat.

INGOT.-Brown wig. with black tie; blue velvet coat, vest and breeches: red stockings; buckled shoes; white lace cravat, ends pendant. Act III: Black three-cocked hat.

SQUIRE CHIVY.-Acts 1 and II: Hunting dress; buff waistcoat and buckskin breeches: scarlet coat, black boots, black three-cornered hat, edged with white ostrich down; white wig, with black tie: ruffles and cravat of lace; face high-colored. In Act II he is drunk; face very fresh in color; dress and wig dis. ordered. Act III: Handsome suit of blue, faced and trimmed with white; gold buttons and loops; hat of blue, turned up with white; court sword; deep ruilles and cravat; white stockings, buckled shoes, blue breeches. He has three notes in his pockets.

THE END.

MR. SMITH.-Dark coat, waistcoat and breeches; white stockings; ruffles and cravat; tie-wig. MR. BROWN.-Red coat and breeches; gold buttons; black stockings; a showy bandanna handkerchief. MR. JONES, a nervous little man (cast it so).-Black coat and breeches; long white lace cravat, ends down in front; red stockings; wig; he stutters at the important words in his speeches, not at every word. THOMAS.-Livery of black; red facings and cuffs; white stock

ings.

GEORGE.-Gray; black facings. TWO SERVANTS.-Same as THOMAS. ADA INGOT.-Act I, First dress: White; hair down. Second dress: Rich robe in white and rose silk; hair puffed and pow dered according to the period; jewels (at pleasure); white satin shoes, with high heels. Act II: Same as second dress of Act Act III: Russet cloak and hood, gathered at the front edge; brown dress, taken up over white skirt; black ribbon to her hair.

I.

MRS. SMITH.-Rather vulgar colors to dress; hair according to the period, extravagant.

MISS ARAMINTA BROWN.-Blue satin dress, very full, over hoops; white lace trimmings; three white feathers on head (see that they are well secured); fan.