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Lord A. One of them, I suppose is, that I, a peer, should be obliged to call this good old miller, fatherin-law. But where's the shame in that? He is as good as any lord, in being a man ; and if we dare suppose a lord that is not an honest man, he is, in my opinion, the more respectable character. Come, Master Fairfield, give me your hand; from henceforth you have done with working; we will pull down your mill, and build you a house in the place of it; and the money I intended for the portion of your daughter, shall now be laid out in the purchase of a commission for your son.

Ralph. What, my lord, will you make me a captain : Iord A. Ay, a colonel, if you deserve it. Ralph. Then I'll keep Fan.

Enter GILEs.

Giles. Ods bobs, where am I running?—I beg pardon for my audacity. Ralph. Hip, farmer! come back, mon, come back —Sure my lord’s going to marry sister himself; feyther’s to have a fine house, and I'm to be a captain. Lord A. Ho, Master Giles, pray walk in : here is a lady, who, I dare say, will be glad to see you, and give orders that you shall always be made welcome. Ralph. Yes, Farmer, you'll always be welcome in the kitchen. Lord A. What, have you nothing to say to your old acquaintance 2 Come, pray let the farmer salute you Nay, a kiss, I insist upon it. Sir Harry. Ha! has hal—hem Lady S. Sir Harry, I am ready to sink at the monstrousness of your behaviour ! Lord A. Fie, Master Giles, don’t look so sheepish; you and I were rivals, but not less friends at present. You have acted in this affair like an honest English

man, who scorned even the shadow of dishonour, and

thou shalt sit rent-free for a twelvemonth. Sir Harry. Come, sha'n't we all salute?—With

your leave, my lord, I'll Lady S. Sir Harry!

AIR.

Lord A. Yield who will to forms a martyr,

While, unawed by idle shame,

Pride for happiness Ibarter,
Heedless of the million’s blame.

Thus with love my arms I quarter;
Women graced in nature's frame,

Every privilege, by charter,
Have a right from man to claim.

Theod. Eased of doubts and fears presaging,

What new joys within me rise /

While mamma, her frowns assuaging,
Dares no longer tyrannize.

So long storms and tempests raging,
IWhen the blust'ring fury dies,

Ah! how lovely, how engaging,
Prospects.fair, and cloudless skies /

| Sir Harry. Dad, but this is wondrous pretty,
Singing each a roundelay;
And I'll mingle in the ditty,
Though I scarce know what to say.
There's a daughter, brisk and witty;
Here's a wife, can wisely sway :
Trust me, masters, 'twere a pity,
Not to let them have their way.

Patty. My example is a rare one ;
But the cause may be divined:
Women want not merit—dare one
Hope discerning men to find.

Oh! may each accomplish'd fair one,
Bright in person, sage in mind,

Viewing my good fortune, share one
Full as splendid, and as kind.

Giles. Laugh'd at, slighted, circumvented,

And exposed for folks to see’t,

'Tis as thof a man repented
For his follies in a sheet.

But my wrongs go unresented,
Since the fates have thought them meet:

This good company contented,
All my wishes are complete. [Exeunt.

ADDITIONAL AIRS,

SOMETIMES INTRODUCEDs

ACT THE SECOND,

GILES.

Gadzooks! there's such gig, and nice rig, on the lawn,
Little Sal for a partner would fain have me on,
But when yours I shall be,
How #; she 1
Then I'll bet twenty pound,
That the whole village round
Cannot show such a couple as Patty and me.

For you the sweetest flowers I chose,
See here the wreath I've wove ;

Qf this a chaplet I'll compose,
And crown you queen of love.

Though Jemmy so supple
And Jenny so taper, 2

Cast off the first couple,
Because they can caper;

Polly jigs it with Roger,
Blithe Betty with Cudden :

And Cudden's a codger
Won't tire of a sudden:

Though Tim of the valley,
So nimble when tipsy,

Foots up to sly Sally,
That arch little gipsy;

Though spruce Davy Dumble
Is partner with Dolly,

And old Gaffer Grumble
Is link'd to young Polly;

Yet you and I'll dance for a crown or a guinea, 'Gainst Poll, Tim, Sal, Jem, Bet, Bill, Cudden, and Jenny.

FANNY.

The fields were gay,
And sweet the hay,
Our gang of gipsies seated
Upon the grass,
Both lad and lass, -
By you we all were treated.

Young chicken, geese,
With ducks and pease,
And beans and bacon dainty;
With punch and beer,
The best of cheer, . -
You gave us then in .#
'Twas all to cheat poor silly Fan,
And pilfer that same jewel;
You're sworn to me, you perjured man,
Though now so false and cruel.

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