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nothing to cross him. Poor fellow, that girl will be the death of him- (a noise at the door.) Oh! there

he is.

Enter OLIVER.

So, you're come home-but it's too late for labour; you'll fee me starve for want foon.

Oliv. Father-fhe's gone-fhe has left me; I'll work now, father; you fhall never ftarve.

White. Left you, Oliver? You should have more pride. Your father was proud enough-that iswhat am I faying. The garden's running to wafte, your help would fet us up again-I haven't received a penny these five days; but I'll never borrow. No-your father's too proud to borrow

Oliv. I can never bear this. Oh! Fanny! Fanny! to what has thy fickle nature brought me? White. Plague on her, I fay!

Oliv. Nay, don't abuse her. She has cut me to the heart. She is falfe-but do not abuse her ?-Where's fifter Ellen?

White. Gone in to fupper-that is gone in to reft. We had a tolerable breakfast, and

Oliv. How!-Is it true, then ?-Is it

White. We fhall have plenty to-morrow. Come

come

Oliv. No food-not received money these five days! Oh!-fhame! fhame.

White. I have faid too much-What ails the boy? Oliv. Nothing-Nothing ails me, father. I am very well-only a little tired.

White. His looks alarm me; yet if I tell him the extent of our mifery, 'twould break his heart! Oh! this girl! this girl! [Exit.

Oliv. My fears were juft-difgrace is certain; but I must fave my father, Babble was right, then, and Father's brought to want by me. Oli, flame,

shame. Where fhall I go-what fhall I do-I can't reft-no, no, I can't reft! Oh! Fanny, the fault is all your's.

[Exit.

SCENE IV.-A Rough Lane, with Wood.

Enter SIDNEY.

Sid. So after ten years absence, I'm arrived at laft; and if I find my niece Fanny innocent as when I left her, I shan't grudge the labour that has made me rich. Very extraordinary that she has never written to me. All Mrs. Antidote's letters informed me he was well. My fon too-I may hear news of him. How this fellow loiters. La Roque!

(OLIVER appears among the trees

Oliv. I heard a voice. Who's there?

Sid. 'Tis I-Why do you linger?

Oliv. Oh! a ftranger!

Sid. Ha! Who art thou?

Oliv. A wretch!-a miferable wretch!

Sid. What do you want, aye?

Oliv. Money.

Sid. Zounds! a thief. He does not look like You are no robber-speak.

one.

Oliv. A robber-don't-don't-this is too badFather-fifter-Oh! no, no, no-indeed I am no

robber.

Sid. I don't like this fellow-(calls) I fay, La Roque! I fay

Enter LA ROQUE.

La Ro. Bless my foul! here Sair! Vell, I vilh we was arrive. I never was the man to like de tomble in de ditch-den de fear of tief. Ah! begar! here is von.

Oliv. You dare not fay it.

Sid. (to Oliver.) What has been the cause of this? Oliv. A fiend in woman's fhape.

La Ro. A woman

Sid. What woman?

-Oh! la Canibal!

Oliv. No matter. She fhall live for repentanceI fhall not name her,

La Ro. No you name her for fear your little body should dangle on de gibbet.

Oliv. No! why fhould I fear any thing, now I have loft her?

La Ro. Loft her! Oh! he means his vife I fuppofe-ah---how different is me-I had vife once-I lofe her-begar I never was fo comfortable in my life.

Sid. Peace.

La Ro. De Town-de village ve just pass-have no doubt de justice dere. You will foon be introducee at Court, mon ami-dis way if you please, Sair! To de left.

Sid. I live to the right.

La Ro. Oh! ver vell, Sair: but vill you proced vid dis-dis

Oliv. What?

La Ro. Gentleman-pardonnez moi-I beg par don-Diable n'import, if I like dis new acquaintance of my mafter at all.

Sid. Silence! hold your chattering - Come hither.

La Ro. Vell! here I am- I vish I vas any vere elfe.

Sid. Go forward to the village. My name will direct you to the house. Say I am coming, but don't repeat a fyllable of what has paffed here Remember.

La Ro. When fhall I forget, I do not know. Dat petit garçon has frighten me out of my head all de wit I have.

Sid. No difficult matter, that. You cowardly booby---Why you are big enough to eat him.

La Ro. Oh! vel, but I am not hungry. Vel, Sair, I fhall go find my way thro' all dis black foreft; but I can't help thinking I should have been found more agreeable company dan dis gentleman. (Afide.) Begar I have de perception de little gentleman, is big tief. [Exit.

Sid. So, you want money?

Oliv. Not for myfelf; but I have a fifter-father-
Sid. What is your name?
Oliv. Oliver-

Sid. Oliver! Oliver what!

Oliv, I have told you my name-I'll not dif grace my father's.

Sid. Why are you wandering here-at fuch a time too?

Oliv. You fhall hear. Not far diftant from this fpot, I became acquainted with an angel in beauty, but a very woman in difpofition; I lov'd her-do love her-Oh! Fanny!

Sid. Who did you fay?

Oliv. (aside.) Ha! I have betrayed-but he cannot know her. Fanny Tranfit is her name.

Sid. Indeed! (aside.) So, fo! fhe's one of your high-flyers, is fhe; I'll foon tame her if it is fo. But your demand for money.

Oliv. Never! I never did demand it. 'Tis true, I might have acted wrong through the impulfe of despair-if you refufe to do good, you do it from reflection.

Sid. His words and looks are those of innocence. I wish to do right, and fear to do other wife. There is money, I give it freely, not at your defire, but from the dictates of my own heart.

Oliv. Heaven blefs you! This will make my old father young again. Twill make him happy, tho' I can never be fo.

Sid. I don't know that: If I find Mrs. Antidote, and be damn'd to her has been ftuffing that girl's head with fine notions as they are called, curfe me if I don't ftuff her into fome hovel, where the may ftudy thofe tricks all the reft of her life. Come, you fhall go with me, young man.

Oliv. Any where, with you. But my father, one moment to see my father.

Sid. I forgot. You'll eafily find me in the village; I'm a queer-looking little old fellow; the folks in the village will make as much fufs about my appearance, as if the Elephant was to be seen there, or a long-tailed Kangaroo.

for

[Exit.

Oliv. Heaven blefs you! Heaven will bless you, you have faved my father.

[Exit.

SCENE V.—An Apartment at Mrs. ANTIDOTE's. Enter FANNY TRANSIT.

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Fanny. (singing.) "A foldier, a foldier, a foldier for me. Heigho! they're gone, not a red coat to be feen; no more Reviews, no more delightful mufic, no more moon-light walks. Why was not Oliver a foldier? in regimentals he'd have outfhone them all. It's a great pity he wasn't a foldier!-Oh! here comes my fage Duenna, Mrs. Antidote, who wishes to appear fitteen at forty five, by ufing every new cosmetic that's advertised; and becaufe the thinks that foolish old perfumer, Mr. Babble, wants to marry her, would fain have me take a liking to his ftupid fop of a fon.

Enter Mrs. ANTIDOTE, (reading.)

Mrs. Ant. Bloom of Circaffia-Alabafter wash, Otto of rofe-French rouge-Court plaifter. The very articles in which my toilet is maft in want. C

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