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J. Bab. I thought fo-=—'thas been long on my books.

Mrs. Ant. A declaration of Love—

J. Bab. Oh lord!—Bill thrown out!—Damn the ihop—I fhall ruin all!—Now for a dofe of Lovepowder.—But, Madam—what is money to the fentiments I feel—dirt—drofs—a mere drug—affafcetida—fenna—fugar of lead—fweet, while it poilons; No—I barter gold for love—let others pant for riches—-'tis here I figh.

Mrs. Ant. If I thought you fincere, Mr. Babble—

J. Bab. Nay then, let me fwear—

Enter Piter.

Peter. Swear not at all—fo fays the Proverb—bad habit—I never do—damn'd unlucky tho'—I can't get the particulars for Fanny.

Mrs. Ant. Stupid dolt, at fuch a time too—

J. Bab. Get out; you blockhead—don't you fee— don't you fee?

Peter. See what ?—Oh! fomething new—wonderful—Dad wants another wife!

J. Bab. Not a word, you whelp, or I'll nail you to the counter all the reft of your life, like a bad dollar, you dcg!

Peter. Mum—I fay nothing—off— well done, Dad^—not a word more.—Mrs. Antidote* beg pardon—won't intrude—better engaged I lee—lo am I—mum's the word—I'm off [Exit.

Mrt. Ant Provoking intrufion—

J. Bab. Dreadful indeed, irritating as a blifter;— but we are alone again—and you, adorable ereatuie, efface every difagreeabie imprefEon like cold cream or milk of rofes :—Now then delay no longer, but pronounce the fate of him, who fo long has fighed at


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the feet of beduty. (As Mrs. .antidote turns her head afletledly, Sidney enters, and places himfelf between them )

Mrs. Ant. I am overcome—T am your's forever.— Ha!

Sid. Hey-day—what's all this—

J. Bab. (rising.) Batilk'd again!—the fates are againft me, Love is a dead article, and I clofe the account.

Sid. Upon my word, Mrs. Antidote—I give yoa joy;—I didn't expect at your time-a,dsy to find an admirer at your feet l 1 beg pardon for the intrufion however.

Mrs Ant. Mr. Sidney—pray Sir—excufe this agitation, the furprize of feeing you, fo unexpected—

Sid. Ay, ay, I thought you'd be glad to fee me. But where's Fanny—where's my niece, eh ?—-I've got a huiband for her too; fo one may chance to have a double wedding—bey, Mrs. Antidote?

J Bab* Hufband for Fanny? Babble arid Son bankrupts both!

Sid. But why not introduce your friend ?—May X be allowed, Mrs. Antidote—

Mrs. Ant. I beg a thoufand pardons, I declare I am fo fluttei'd—-I am—fo—fhaken—

J. Bab. So am I—all in emotion like a faline draught.

Mrs. Ant. Mr. Babble, Sir, Mr. Sidney—(introducing them.)

J. Bab. Sir, your molt obedient.—Sidney returned—(omething new for Peter.

Sidy Babble—Babble!—why'that's the perfumer and phyfic feller that fet up in the village jult as I left it. (Mrs. Antidote mo/ions.) Well, I give you joy, and fliall be happy to ferve you, Sir.

J. Bab. Sir, if you'll give me your cufiom, I fhall be happy to ferve you—the greaUft joy you can poffit>ly confer on your moft devoted fervant, Jeremiah gabble—Sign of tbe Mulk rofe—Can't mife the houfe—Peftle and mortar over the door—fweets as well as phytic—fupplv with both on the lowelt terms.

Sid. Why, Sir, I never ufe perfumes; and as ra phy fic——1 han't taken a dofe thefe forty years— •' J. Bab Zounds! this man will Ijve for ever—* myft make him a cuftomer—flatter myfelf I can accomodate wjth moft articles in family ufe All kinds pf cbem'cal and galenical preparations—mineral, vegetable, and ackaline—falts (cooling and u(eful)— nitric and oxyginated muricatic acids—(fweetens the blood and ftrengthens the body)—fyrup of buckthorn—extract of rofes, fafarparella, eflence of coltsfoot, &c.—Hair powder (there I hit you, you u(e it)—beft in Europe—common or French—pomatums, cowflip—role and jeffamin. Eflences—bergamot—thyme and mufk—orange and elder flowerwaters—Spanifh wool, and coral lip-fa've. Now

for a coup-de-main as they fay.—<Vfr. Sidney—bill of my (hop—Mrs. Antidote—bill for goods delivered—forry to be troublefome—forty-fix pound— muft attend to bufinefs—Adieu—Mr. Sidney, your moft obedient. [Exit.

Sid. Why I never heard fuch a tongue in the mouth of a woman !—the fel'ow's as deafening as a ballad finger, ora watchman's rattle! What the plague's this ?—" Colmetic bloom—carmine— "forty-fix pounds"—This muft be intended for you. But you don't feem fo glad to fee me as I expf tied.

Mrs. Ant. Pardon me, Sir—{he peculiarity of the circumftance—

Sid Ah! well, I afk your pardon; go forward, and I'll be with you immediately. I know it's curled difagreeable to be interrupted at fuch a criiis: I ihouldn't have relifh'd it mylelf..

Mrs. Ant, If I don't efcape, I am expofed forever.

Si J Ha! ha!—who the deuce would have thought it! In love forfooth! but I have almoft ceafed to be aftonifhed at any thing !—Now who in the name Of wonder could have fuppofed, that the very moment I had fet foot in the village, I fhou'W light upon Old Whitethorn—and that he fhould tell me,

my boy, John Sidney, was alive and well

But he ever knew of my marriage, and I, like a proud afs, was afhamed to acknowledge it.—Oh! the days when I was young!—Lord ! lord ! how a man's follies in his youth, rife up in judgment againft him in old age!


'Tig a (ruth, in my youth, I was frisky and gay,

With a figure and a face to suit any; Lasses cry'd, when I sigh'd, now don't teaze me so, pray, But, still, I was'nt slighted by many: •

When'cr I appear'd,

Smiling, they Icer'd;

When to 'em I bow'd,

Heard 'em whisper aloud,
Such a grace, such a face, to-morrow I'd marry,
Oh! these were the days of young Harry.

Thus, alas! youth will pass, so all hare a turn^

But why may not old men be merry i If so old, that they're cold, and their hearts will not burn, They may keep their stomach's warm with old sherry. But I feel the glow, Tho' love's fire is low, Nor live in the dark,

While fanning a spark, And in age, I'll engage, a damsel to carry-— Then take care, pretty maids, of old Harry. [Exit. SCENE IV.—Another apartment.

Enter Sidney, and Fanny Transit.

Sid. So, thefe are her pranks, are they ? What a thorough-paced devil it is; but I have discovered her tricks, that's one comfort. So—Ihe never gave you one of my letters for the laft half-a-dozen years, hey r

Fanny. Not one, Sir; and fcarce money enough to buy pins.

Sid. Well, Fanny, I fuppofe you have plenty of lovers? Now I'll try her. (aside )

Fanny. 1 did not think it right to encourage any. Sir, 'till I knew your pleafure.

Sid. What then you have accepted no one.

Fanny. None, Sir; fent them all to the rightabout. *'. March*',—faid I—and away they went.

Sid. Never gave yoqr promife to any?

Fanny. What mean thefe queftions (aside.)—No, Sir, never.

Sid. She fticks to her ftory. (aside ) Well, I'm glad to hear it—-for you muft know, I have found a hufband for you. You are not engaged—therefore, I fuppofe, you'll hardJy refufe my Ion, and twenty thoufand pounds.

Fanny. Your fon, Sir! your fon!

Sid. Don't be uneafy; If you don't like him, when you fee him, fay fo honeftly; whatever you do, Fanny, never create hopes you do not mean to realize. Never become a coquette, at the expence of honour and honefly.

Fanny. He cut& me to the heart!

Sid. You, I truft, are above fuch an aftion. Now, I am told, there's a poor lad, by name, Oliver Whitethorn, who has been ruined by fucn a cha

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