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respect to the judgment of mamma, and less to your own, that you ought to do.

Şir Harry. Well, but, Dossy, don't you see how your mamma loves me? if my finger does but ache, she's like a bewitched woman; and if I was to die, I don't believe she would outlive the burying of me: nay, she has told me as much herself!

Theod. Her fondness indeed is very extraordinary.

Sir Harry. Besides, could you give up the prospect of being a countess, and mistress of this fine place?

Theod. Yes, truly could I.

AIR.

With the man that I love, was I destined to dwell
On a mountain, a moor, in a cot, in a cell,
Retreats, the most barren, most desert, would be
More pleasing than courts or a palace to me.
Let the vain and the venal, in wedlock aspire,
To what folly esteems, and the vulgar admire;
I yield them the bliss, where their wishes are placed,
Insensible creatures ! 'tis all they can taste.

Enter LADY SYCAMORE.

Lady S. Sir Harry, where are you?
Sir Harry. Here, my lamb.

Lady S. I am just come from looking over his lordship's family trinkets.-Well, Miss Sycamore, you are a happy creature, to have diamonds, equipage, title, all the blessings of life poured thus upon you at once!

Theod. Blessings, madam! Do you think then I am such a wretch as to place my felicity in the possession of any such trumpery?

Lady S. Upon my word, miss, you have a very disdainful manner of expressing yourself. I believe there are very few young women of fashion, who would

think any sacrifice they could make too much for them.-Did

you ever hear the like of her, Sir Harry? Sir Harry. Why, my dear, I have just been talking to her in the same strain, but whatever she has got in her head

Lady S. Oh, it is Mr. Mervin, her gentleman of Bucklersbury.-Fie, miss! marry a cit! Where is your pride, your vanity ? have you nothing of the person of distinction about you?

Sir Harry. Well, but my lady, you know I am a piece of a cit myself, as I may say, for my great grandfather was a dry-salter.

Theod. And yet, madam, you condescended to marry my papa.

indy S. Well, if I did, miss, I had but five thousand pounds to my portion; and Sir Harry knows I was past eight and thirty before I would listen to him.

Sir Harry. Nay, Dossy, that's true; your mamma own'd eight and thirty, before we were married; but, by the la, my dear, you were a lovely angel! and, by candle-light, nobody would have taken you for above five and twenty.

Lady S. Sir Harry, you remember the last time I was at my lord duke's?

Sir Harry. Yes, my love, it was the very day your little bitch, Minxey, pupp'd.

Lady S. And, pray, what did the whole family say; my Lord John, and my Lord Thomas, and my Lady Duchess, in particular? Cousin, says her grace to me for she always called me cousin

Theod. Well, but, madam, to cut this matter short at once, my father has a great regard for Mr. Mervin, and would consent to our union, with all his heart.

Lady S. Do you say so, Sir Harry?
Sir Harry. Who? 1, love !

Lady S. Then all my care and prudence are come to nothing!

Sir Harry. Well, but stay, my lady-Dossy, you are always making mischief.

Theod. Ah! my dear, sweet-
Lady S. Do, miss ; that's right; coax-
Theod. No, madam, I am not capable of any such

meanness.

Lady S. 'Tis very civil of you to contradict me, however !

Sir Harry. Eh! what's that?-Hands off, Dossy! don't come near me.

AIR.

Why, how now, miss Pert,
Do
you

think to divert
My anger, by fawning and stroking ?
Would

you

make me a fool, Your plaything, your tool ? Was ever young mint so provoking?

Get out of my sight,

'Twould be serving you right, To lay a sound dose of the lash on.

Contradict your mamma!

I've a mind, by the la!
But I won't put myself in a passion.

[Exit THEODOSIA.

Enter LORD AIMWORTH and Giles.

Lord A. Come, Farmer; you may come in; there are none here but friends. - Sir Harry, your servant.

Sir Harry. My lord, I kiss your lordship's hands. -I hope he did not overhear us squabbling. [Aside.

Lord A. Well, now, Master Giles, what is it you have got to say to me? If I can do you any service, this company will give you leave to speak.

Giles. I thank your lordship ; I has not a great deal to say; I do come to your lordship about a little business, if you'll please to give me the hearing.

Lord A. Certainly, only let me know what it is.

Giles. Why, an please you, my lord, being left alone, as I may say, feyther dead, and all the business upon my own hands, I do think of settling, and taking a wife, and am come to ax your honour's consent.

Lord A. My consent, Farmer! if that be necessary, you have it with all my heart.--I hope you have taken care to make a prudent choice ?

Giles. Why, I do hope so, my lord.

Lord A. Well, and who is the happy fair one? Does she live in

my

house? Giles. No, my lord, she does not live in your house; but she's a parson of your acquaintance.

Lord A. Of my acquaintance !
Giles. No offence, I hope, your honour ?

Lord A. None in the least: but how is she an acquaintance of mine?

Giles. Your lordship do know Miller Fairfield ?
Lord A. Well-
Giles. And Patty Fairfield, his daughter, my lord ?
Lord A. Ay, is it her you think of marrying?

Giles. Why, if so be as your lordship has no objection; to be sure, we will do nothing without your consent and approbation.

Lord A. Upon my word, Farmer, you have made an excellent choice.--It is a god-daughter of my mother's, madam, who was bred up under her care, and I protest I do not know a more amiable young woman.-But are you sure, Farmer, that Patty herself is inclinable to this match ?

Giles. ( yes, my lord, I am sartin of that.

Lord A. Perhaps, then, she desired you to come and ask my consent ?

Giles. Why, as far as this here, my lord; to be sure, the miller did not care to publish the banns without making your lordship acquainted-But I hope your honour's not angry with I?

Lord A. Angry, Farmer! why should you think so ?—What interest have I in it to be angry?

Sir Harry. And so, honest Farmer, you are going to be married to little Patty Fairfield ? She is an old acquaintance of mine. How long have you and she been sweethearts ? Giles. Not a long while, an please your worship.

Sir Harry. Well, her father's a good warm fellow : I suppose you take care that she brings something to make the pot boil ?

Lady S. What does that concern you, Sir Harry ? how often must I tell you of meddling in other people's affairs ?

Sir Harry. My lord, a penny for your thoughts.

Lord A. I beg your pardon, Sir Harry; upon my word, I did not think where I was.

Giles. Well, then, your honour, I'll make bold to be taking my leave : I may say you gave consent for Miss Patty and I to go on?

Lady A. Undoubtedly, Farmer, if she approves of it: but are you not afraid that her education has rendered her a little unsuitable for a wife for you?

Lady S. Oh, my lord, if the girl's handySir Harry. Oh, ay-when a girl's handyGiles. Handy! Why, saving respect, there's nothing comes amiss to her; she's cute at every varsal kind of thing

AIR.

Odd's my life, search England over,

An you match her in her station,

I'll be bound to fly the nation:
And, be sure, as well I love her.

Do but feel my heart a-beating,
Still her pretty name repeating,

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