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Dear Theodosia, Though the sight of me was so disagreeable to you, that you charged me never to approach you more, I hope my hand-writing can have nothing to frighten or disgust you. I am not far off ; und the person that delivers you this, can give you intelligence. Come hither, child; do you know any thing of the gentleman that wrote this?

Fanny. My lady

Theod. Make haste-run, this moment-bring me to him, bring him to me; say I wait with impatience

tell him I will go-fly any where
Mer. My life! my charmer !
Theod. Oh, Heavens! Mr. Mervin !

Enter Sir Harry and LADY SYCAMORE. Lady S. Sir Harry, don't walk so fast; we are not running for a wager.

Sir Harry. Hough, hough, hough!

Lady S. Heyday, you have got a cough! I shall have you laid upon my hands presently.

Sir Harry. No, no, my lady; it's only the old affair.

Lady S. Come here, and let me tie this handkerchief about your neck; you have put yourself into a muck-sweat already. [Ties a Handkerchief about his Neck.] Have you taken your bardana this morning? Not you, I warrant now, though you have been complaining of twitches, two or three times ; and, you know, the gouty season is coming on. Why will you be so neglectful of your health, Sir Harry? I protest, I am forced to watch you, like an infant!

Sir Harry. My lovey takes care of me, and I am obliged to her. .

Lady S. Well, but you ought to mind me then, since you are satisfied I never speak but for your good.--I thought, Miss Sycamore, you were to have

followed your papa and me into the garden-How far did you go with that wench?

Theod. They are gipsies, madam, they say-Indeed, I don't know what they are.

Lady S. I wish, miss, you would learn to give a rational answer.

Sir Harry. Eh! what's that? gipsies ! Have we gipsies here? Vagrants, that pretend to a knowledge of future events ! diviners—fortune-tellers !

Fanny. Yes, your worship, we'll tell your fortune, or her ladyship's, for a crum of bread, or a little broken victuals-what you throw to your dogs, an please you.

Sir Harry. Broken victuals, hussy! How do you think we should have broken victuals ?-If we were at home, indeed, perhaps you might get some such thing from the cook : but here we are only on a visit to a friend's house, and have nothing to do with the kitchen at all.

Lady S. And do you think, Sir Harry, it is necessary to give the creature an account?

Sir Harry. No, love, no; but what can you say to obstinate people ? - Get you gone, bold face-I once knew a merchant's wife in the city, my lady, who had her fortune told by some of those gipsies. They said she should die at such a time; and, I warrant, as sure as the day came the poor gentlewoman actually died with the conceit. Come, Dossy, your mamma and I are going to take a walk.-My lady, will you have hold of my arm?

Lady S. No, Sir Harry, I choose to go by myself.

Mer. Now, love, assist me!-[Turning to the Gipsies.]-Follow, and take all your cues from me-Nay, but, good lady and gentleman, you won't go, without remembering the poor gipsies?

Sir Harry. Hey, here is all the gang after us !
Gipsies. Pray, your noble honour!

Lady S. Come back into the garden; we shall be covered with vermin.

Gipsies. Out of the bowels of your commiseration!

Lady S. They press upon us more and more; yet that girl has no mind to leave them: I shall swoon away.

Sir Harry. Don't be frighten'd, my lady; let me advance.

AIR,

You vile pack of vagabonds, what do you mean?

I'll maul you, rascallions,

Ye tatterdemallions-
If one of them comes within reuch of my cane.

Such cursed assurance !

'Tis past all endurance. Nay, nay, pray come away.

They're liars and thieves,

And he that believes
Their fuolish predictions,
Will find them but fictions,
A bubble that always deceives.

[Exeunt all but FANNY and GIPSY.

Fanny. Oh! mercy, dear --The gentleman is so bold, 'tis well if he does not bring us into trouble. Who knows but this may be a justice of peace? and see, he's following them into the garden!

Gipsy. Well, 'tis all your seeking, Fan.

Fanny. We shall have warrants to take us up, I'll be hanged else! We had better run away—the servants will come out with sticks, to lick us. [Exeunt.

Enter MERVIN and GIPSIES. Mervin. Cursed ill fortune!-She's gone, and, perhaps, I shall not have another opportunity And you

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you blundering blockhead! I won't give you a halfpenny--Why did you not clap to the garden door, when I called to you, before the young lady got in? The key was on the outside, which would have given me some time for an explanation.

2 Gipsy. An' please your honour, I was dubus.

Mervin. Dubus! plague choke ye!-However, it is some satisfaction that I have been able to let her see me, and know where l am-[Turning to the GIPSIES, who go off.] Go, get you gone, all of you,

about

your business. [THEODOSIA appears in the Pavilion.

Theod. Disappeared-fled! Oh, how unlucky this is ! Could he not have patience to wait a moment?

Mervin. I know not what to resolve on.
Theod. Hem !
Meroin. I'll go back to the garden door.
Theod. Mr. Mervin !

Mervin. What do I see? _'Tis she'tis she herself!-Oh, Theodosia !-Shall I climb the wall, and come up to you?

Theod. No; speak softly: Sir Harry and my lady sit below, at the end of the walk-How much am I obliged to you for taking this trouble!..

Mervin. Say but you love me.

Theod. What proof would you have me give you? I know but of one: If you please, I am willing to go

Mervin. Are you? Would to Heaven I had brought a carriage.

Theod. How did you come? Have you not horses?

Meroin. No; there's another misfortune! To avoid suspicion, I despatched my servant with them an hour ago: neither can we, nearer than the next town, get a post-chaise.

Theod. You say you have made a convert of the miller's son: return to your place of rendezvousmy father has been asked this moment by Lord Aim

off with you.

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worth, who is in the garden, to take a walk with him down to the mill--they will go before dinner, and it shall be hard if I cannot contrive to be one of the company. Mervin. And what then?

Theod. Why, in the mean time, you may devise some method to carry me from hence; and I'll take care you shall have an opportunity of communicating it to me.

Mervin. Well—but, dear Theodosia

AIR.-THEODOSIA.

Hist, hist! I hear my mother call

Priythec begone!
Well meet anon :
Catch this, and this

Blow me a kiss,
In pledge of promised truth, that's all.
Farewell!-und yet, a moment stay;
Something beside I had to say:

Well, 'tis forgot i sera
No matter what
Love grant us grace ;

The mill's the place : .
She calls again, I must away.

[Exit.

Enter FANNY.

Funny. 'Please your honour, you were so kind as to say, you would remember my fellow-travellers for their trouble; and they think I have gotten the money.

Mervin. Oh, here; give them this--[Gives her Money.) And for you, my dear little pilot, you have brought me so cleverly through my business, that I must

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