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Sir G. Why, there it is now! a man that he intend to do with Miranda ? Is she to be wants money thinks none can be unhappy sold in private, or will he put her up that has it; but my affairs are in such a whim- of auction, at who bids most? If so, 'egad I'm sical posture that it will require a calculation for him; my gold, as you say, shall be subof my nativity to find if my gold will relieve servient to my pleasure. me or not.
Charles. To deal ingenuously with you, sir Charles. Ha, ha, ha! never consult the stars George, I know very little of her or home; about that; gold has a power beyond them. for since my uncle's death, and my relurn Then what can thy business be thai gold won't from travel, I have never been well with my serve thee in?
father; he thinks my expenses too great, and Sir G. Why I'm in love.
I his allowance too little; he never sees me Charles. In love!-Ha, ha, ha, ba! in love! but he quarrels, and to avoid that I shun his -Ha, ha, ha, ha! with what, priythee? a house as much as possible. The report is be cherub?
intends to marry her himself. Sir G. No; with a woman,
Sir G. Can she consent to it? Charles. A woman! good. Ha, ha, ha, ha! Charles. Yes, faith, so they say: but I tell and gold not belp thee?
you I am wholly ignorant of the matter. I Sir G. But suppose I'm in love with two-fancy she plays the mother-in-law already,
Charles. Ay, if thou’rt in love with two and sels the old gentleman on to do mischief hundred, gold will fetch 'em, I warrant thee, Sir G. Then I have your free consent to boy. But who are they? who are they? come get her?
Sir G. One is a lady whose face I never Charles. Ay, and my helping hand, if oce saw, but witty to a miracle; the other beauti-casion be. ful as Venus
Sir G. Poh! yonder's a fool coming this Charles. And a fool
way; let's avoid him. Sir G. For aught I know, for I never spoke Charles. What, Marplot ? No, no, he's my to her; but you can inform me. I am charm'd instrument; there's a thousand conveniences by the wit of the one, and die for the beauty in him; he'll lend me his money when he has of the other,
any, run of my errands, and be proud on it; Charles. And pray which are you in quest in short, he'll pimp for me, lie for me, drink of now?
any thing but fight for me; and Sir G. I prefer the sensual pleasure; I'm that I trust to my own arm "for. for her I've seen, who is thy father's ward, Sir G. Nay, then he's to be endured; I neMiranda.
ver knew his qualifications before. Charles, Nay, then I pity you; for the Jew, my father, will no more part with her and Enter Marplot, with a Patch across his thirty thousand pounds than he would with a
Face. guinea to keep me from starving.
Mar. Dear Charles, yours-Ha! sir George Sir G. Now you see gold can't do every Airy! the man in the world I have an amthing, Charles.
bition to be known to! [Aside] Give me thy Charles. Yes; for 'tis her gold that bars my hand, dear boy. father's gate against you.
Charles. A good assurance! But barkye, bow Sir G. Why, if he be this avaricious wretch, came your beautiful countenance clouded in how cam'st thou by such a liberal education the wrong place ?
Charles. Not a souse out of his pockel, I Mar. I must confess 'lis a little mal-a-proassure you: I had an uncle who defray'd that pos; but no matter for that. A word will charge; but for some little wildness of youth, you, Charles. Pr’ythee introduce me to sit though he made me bis heir, left dad my George-he is a man of wit, and I'd give ler guardian till I came to years of discretion, guineas towhich I presume the old gentleman will never Charles. When you have 'em, you mean think I am; and now he has got the estate Mar. Ay, when I have 'em ; pugh, pos, you into his clutches, it does me no more good cut the thread of my discourse-I would give than if it lay in Prester John's?) dominions. ten guineas, I say, io be rank'd in his acquain
Sir G. What, canst thou find no stratagem tance. But, pr’ythee, introduce me. to redeem it?
Charles. Well, on condition you'll give u Charles. I have made many essays to no a true account how you came by that mour purpose; though want, the mistress of inven- ing nose, I will. tion, still templs me on, yet still the old fox Mar. l'll do it. is too cunning for me.--I am upon my last Charles. Sir George, here's a gentleman bi project, which if it fails, then for my last re- a passionate desire to kiss your hand. suge, a brown musket. 2)
Sir G. Oh! I honour men of the swor Sir G. What is't? can I assist thee? and I presume this gentleman is Jately com
Charles. Not yet;" when you can, I have from Spain or Portugal-by bis scars. confidence enough in you to ask it.
Mar. No really, sir George, mine spru Sir G. I am always ready. But what does from civil fury. Happening last night into
groom porter's—I bad a strong inclination 1) A certain pricst of the name of John, is said to have go ten guineas with a sort of a, sort of
travelled into the mountains of Thibet, and there wo kind of a milksop, as I thought. A pox of in the both century. A farther account is to be seen dice! he flung, out, and my pockets bei in the History of ihe Church.
empty, as Charles knows they often are, 3) The soldiers call their musket, “brown Bess;” i proved a surly North Briton, and broke yeans here to enlist for a soldier.
face for my deficiency.
Sir G. Ha, ha! and did not you draw? Sir G. What was it, prythee?
Mar. Draw, sir! why I did but lay my hand Mar. Nay, Charles, now don't expose your upon my sword to make a swift retreat, and friend, be roard out. Now the deel a ma sal, sir, Charles. Why, you must know I had lent gin ye touch yer steel I se whip mine through a certain merchant my hunting horses, and yer wem.')
was to have met his wife in his absence. SendSir G. Ila, ha, ha!
ing him along with my groom to make the Charles. Ila, ba, ha, ha! Safe was the word. compliment, and to deliver a letter to the lady So you walk'd off, I suppose:
at the same time, what does he do but gives Mar. Yes, for laroid lighting, purely to be the husband the letter and offers her the horses! serviceable to my friends, you know
Mar. Why to be sure I did offer ber the Sir G. Your friends are much obliged to horses, and I remember you was even with you, sir: I hope you'll rank me in that number. me, for you denied the leiter to be yours, and
Mar. Sir George, a bow from the side-box, 2) swore I had a design upon her, wbich my or to be seen in your chariot, binds me ever bones paid for. vours.
Charles. Come, sir George, let's walk round Sir G. Trifles; you may comniand 'em when if you are not engaged, for I have sent my you please.
man upon a little earnest business, and I have Charles. Provided he may command you. ordered him to bring me the answer into the Mar. Me! why I live for no other purpose
Park. -Sir George, I have the honour to be cares- Mar. Business! and I not know it! 'Egad sed by most of the reigning toasts 3), of the I'll watch him.
[Aside, tova Tlitell'em you are the finest gentleman- Sir G. I must beg your pardon, Charles, I
Sir G. No, no, pr’ythee let me alone to tell am to meet your faiher. the ladies-my paris-Can you convey a let- Charles. My father! ter upon occasion, or deliver a message with Sir G. Ay, and, about the oddest bargain an air of business, ha?
perhaps you ever heard of; but I'll not impart Mar. With the assurance of a page and till I know the success. the gravity of a statesman,
Mar. What can his business be with sir Sir G. You know Miranda ?
Francis ? Now would I give all the world to Har. What! my sister ward? why, her know it. Why the devil should not one know guardian is mine; we are fellow sufferers. Ah, every man's concerns!.
[Aside. be is a corelous, cheating, sanctified ćurmud- Charles. Prosperity to'l, whate'er it be: I geoa: that sir Francis Gripe is a damn’d old have private affairs too: over a bottle we'll -bypocritical
compare notes. Charles. Hold, hold; I suppose, friend, you Mar. Charles knows I love a glass as well forget that be is my father.
as any man; I'll make one; shall it be toHar. I ask your pardon, Charles, but it is night? I long to know their secrets. [Aside. for sour sake I bate bim. Well, I say, the world is mistaken in bijn; bis outside piety
Enter Whisper, makes bim every man's executor, and his in- Whis. Sir, sir, Mrs. Patch says Isabinda's aste cunning makes bin every heir's gaoler. Spanish father has quite spoiled the plot, and Eras, Charles, I'm ball persuaded that thour't she can't meet you in the Park, but he infalmume ward 100, and perer of his getting-for libly will go out this afternoon, she says:
but Beses were two things so unlike as you and I must step again to know the hour. TOT father; he scrapes up every thing, and Mar. What did Whisper say now? I shall dou spend'st every ibing; every body is in- go stark mad if I'm not let into the secret. gebied to him, and thou art indebted to every
Charles. Curst missortune! Charles. You are very free, Mr. Marplot. Mar. Curst! what's curst, Charles ?
Mar. Ay, I give and take, Charles-you may Charles. Come along with me, my heart e as free with me, you know.
feels pleasure at her name. Sir George, yours; Sir G. A pleasant fellow.
we'll meet at the old place, the usual hour. Charles. The dog is diverting, sometimes, Sir G. Agreed. I think I see sir Francis re there would be no enduring his imperti- yonder.
[Erit. He is pressing to be employed, and Charles. Marplot, you must excuse me; I siling to execute; but some ill fate generally am engag’d.
[Exit. sds all be undertakes, and he oftener spoils Mar. Engag'd! 'Egad, I'll engage my
life mtrigue than helps it. I'll know what your engagement is. (Exit
. Mar. I have always your good word, but Mir. Let the chair wait. My servant that ! I miscarry 'tis none of my fault, I follow dogg'd sir George said he was in the Park.' - rv jastructions. Charles. Yes, witness the merchant's wife.
Enter Patch, Mar. Pish, por! that was an accident. Ha! miss Patch alone! did not you tell me sew the devil have my soul, sir, if yo touch yourlio the Park?
you had contrived a way to bring Isabinda *** (**ord) I will whip (thrust) mine through your sro belly).
Patch. Oh, madam, your lady ship can't 3) The side-box at the Theatre, where the English belles imagine what wretched disappointment we
è be sux sport their best looks, and dresses, have met with! Just as I had fetch'd a suit of · Ladies who on account of their beauty (sometimes on my clothes for a disguise, comes my old master wat of their philanthropy) ..sed to be toasted (to into bis closet, which is right against her
o set ir healths drunk), in all fashionablo societies of gestcsen after dinner.
chamber door: this struck us into a terrible
fright-at length I put on a grave face, and dom make good husbands : in sober sadness asked him if he was at leisure for his choco- she cannot abide 'em. late? in hopes to draw him out of his bole ; Mir. [Peeping] In sober sadness you are þut he snapp'd my nose off: “No, I shall be mistaken.-What can this mean? busy here these two hours."
At which my
Sir G. Lookye, sir Francis, whether she poor mistress, seeing no way of escape, or- can or cannot abide young fellows is not the dered me to wait on your ladyship with the business : will you take the fifty guincas? sad relation.
Sir F. In good truth I will not--for I knew Mir. Unhappy Isabinda! was ever any thing thy father, he was a bearly wary man, and 1 so unaccountable as the humour of sir Jealous cannot consent that his son should squander Traflick?
away what he saved to no purpose. Patch. Oh, madam, it's his living so long Mir. [Peeping] Now, in the name of wonin Spain; he vows he'll spend half his estate der, what bargain can he be driving about me but he'll be a parliament 'man, on purpose to for fifty guineas ? bring in a bill for women to wear veils, and Sir G. Well, sir Francis, since you are other odious Spanish customs - He swears it so conscientious for my father's sake, then is the height of impudence to have a woman permit me the favour gratis. seen barefaced even at church, and scarce be- Sir F. No verily; it thou dost not buy thy lieves there's a true begotten child in the city. experience thou wilt never be wise; therefore
Mir. Ha, ha, ha! how the old fool torments give me a hundred and try thy fortune. himself! Suppose he could introduce his rigid Sir G. The scruples arose, I find, from the rules-does he think we could not match them scanty sum-Let me see-a hundred guineas in contrivance? No, no; let the tyrant man -[Takes the Money out of a Purse, and make what laws he will
, if there's a woman chinks it] Ha! they bave a very pretty sound, under the government, I warrant she finds a and a very pleasing look-But then, Miranda way to break 'em. Is his mind set upon the -but if she should be cruelSpaniard for his son-in-law still?
Sir F. Ay, do consider on't. He, he, be! Patch. Ay, and he expects him by the next Sir G. No, I'll do't. Come, to the point; fleet, which drives his daughter to melancholy here's the gold; sum up the conditions. and despair. But, madam, I find you retain
[Sir Francis pulls out a Paper. the same gay cheerful spirit you had when I Mir. [Peeping] Ay, for heaven's sake do, waited on your ladyship: --My lady is mighty for my expectation is on the rack. good-humoured too, and I have found a way Sir F. Well, at your peril be it. to make sir Jealous believe I am wholly in Sir G. Ay, ay, go on. his interest, when my real design is to serve Sir F. Imprimis, you are to be admitted her: he makes me her gaoler, and I set ber into my house in order to move your suit to at liberty.
Miranda, for the space of ten minutes, withMir. I knew ihy prolific brain would be of out let or molestation, provided I remain in singular service to her, or I had not parted the same room. with thee to her father.
Sir G. But out of ear-shot. Patch. But, madam, the report is that Sir F. Well, well, I don't desire to hear are going !o marry your guardian. what you say; ha, ha, ha! in consideration I
Mir. li is necessary such a report should am to have ihat purse and a hundred guineas. be, Patch,
Sir G. Take it. [Gives him the Purse] Patch. But is it true, madam?
And this agreement is to be performed to-day. Mir. That's not absolutely necessary; Sir F. Ay, ay; the sooner the better. Poor
Patch. I thought it was only the old strain, fool! how Miranda and I shall laugh at him! coaxing bim still for your own, and railing at [ Aside]-Well, sir George, ha, ha, ha! take all the young fellows about town: in my mind, the last sound of your guincas, ba, ha, ha! now you are as ill plagu'd with your guardia,
(Chinks them. E.rit. madam, as my lady is with her father. Mir: [Peeping] Sure he does not know !
Mir. No, I have liberty, wench; that she am Miranda. wants : what would she give now to be in Sir G. A very extraordinary bargain I have this dishabille in the open air, nay, more, in made, truly; if she should be really in love pursuit of the young fellow she likes?' for with this old cuff now - Pshaw! that's morally That's my case, I assure you.
impossible.—But then, what hopes have I to Patch. As for that, madam, she's even with succeed? I never spoke to her you; for though she can't come abroad, we Mir. [Peeping ] Say you so? then I am safe. have a way to bring him home in spite of Sir G. What though my tongue never spoke,
my eyes said a thousand ihings, and my hopes Mir. Now, Patch, your opinion of my Nattered me her's answer'd 'em. If I'm luck choice, for here he comes-Ha! my guardian --if not, it is but a hundred guineas thrown with him! what can be the meaning of this ? away.
[Mir. comes foræart. I'm sure sir Francis can't know me in this Mir. Upon what, sir George? dress.-Let's observe 'em.
[They withdraw. Sir G. Ha! my incognita-upon a woma...
madam. Enter SIR FRANCIS GRJPE and SIR GEORGE Mir. They are the worst things you AJRY.
deal in, and damage the soonest; your Sir F. Verily, sir George, thou will repent breath destroys 'em, and I fear you'll throwing away thy money so, for I tell thee see your return, sir George, ha, ha! sincerely, Miranda, my charge, does not like Sir G. Were they more brittle than chin a young fellow; they are all vicious, and sel- and dropped to pieces with a louch,
hom of her I bave ventur'd at, if she is but obey: [Turns his back] Come, madam, begin-. mistress of thy wit, balances ten times the Mir. First, then, it was my unhappy lot to sum. - Pr'ythee, let me see thy face. see you at Paris (Draws back a little way,
Hir. By no means; that may spoil your und speaks) at a ball upon a birth-day; your opinion of my sense
shape and air charm'd my eyes, your wit and Sir G. Rather confirm it, madam. complaisance my soul, and from that fatal Patch. So rob the lady of your gallantry, sir. night I lov'd you.
[Drawing back. Sir G. No child, a dish of chocolate in the And when you left the place grief seiz'd me so, Turning never spoils my dinner: the other Nor rest my heart nor sleep my eyes could lady I design for a set meal; so there's no
Last I resolv'd a hazardous point to try, Hir. Mairimony! ha, ha, ha! what crimes And quil the place in search of liberty. have you commilied against the god of love,
[Exit, followed by Patch, that he should revenge 'em so severely, as to Sir G. Excellent--I hope she's handsomestamp busband on your forehead ?
Well now, madam, to the two other things, Sir G. For my lolly, in having so often your name, and where you live-I am a gentlemet you bere without pursuing the laws of man, and this consession will not be lost upon buture and exercising her command – But 1 me-Nay; pr’ythee, don't weep, but go on, resolve ere we part now to know who you for I find my heart melts in thy behalf-Speak are, where you live, what kind of flesh and quickly, or I shall turn about – Not yet-Poor blood your face is; therefore unmask, and lady! she expects I should comfort her, and doe't put me to the trouble of doing it for you. to do ber justice, she has said enough to en
Wir Vy face is the same flesh and blood courage me. [Turns about] Ha! gone! the with my band, sir George ; which if you'll be devil! jilted! Why, what a tale she has inso rude to proroke
vented-of Paris, balts, and birth-days!—'rgad, Sir G. You'll apply it to my cheek—the la- !'d give ten guineas to know who the gipsy dies' favours are always welcome, but I must is--A curse of my folly--I deserve to lose her. hase that cloud withdrawn. (Taking hold of What woman can forgive a man that turns her) Remeraber you are in the Park, child; bis back! and what a terrible thing would it be to lose
The bold and resolute in love and war this pretty white hand!)
To conquer take the right and swiftest way: Mir. And how will it sound in a chocolate- The boldest lover soonest gains the fair, boave, that sir George Airy rudely, pulled off As courage makes the rudest force obey : a lady's mask, when he had given her his ho- Take no denial, and the dames adore ye ; Dour that he never would, directly or indirectly, Closely pursue them, and, they fall before ye. endevour to know her till she gave him leave?
. Sir G. But if that lady thinks fit to pursue
ACT II. and meet me at every turn, like some troubled Scene I.-A Room in Sir Francis Gripe's Apirit, shall I be blamed if I inquire into the
House. re? I would have nothing dissatisfied in > female shape.
Enter Sir Francis Gripe and MIRANDA. Mor. What shall I do?
Pauses. Sir F. Ila, ha, ha, ha! Su G. Av, pr’ythee, consider, for thou shalt Mir. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Oh! I shall die me very much at thy service.
with laughing--the most romantic adventure Path. Suppose, sir, the lady should be in -Ha, ha, ba! What does the odious young *** with you.
fap mean? A bundred pieces to talk ten miSir G. Ob! I'll return the obligation in a nutes with me! ha, ha, ba, ha!
Sir F. And I am to be by loo, there's the Patth. And marry her?
jest ; adad, ') if it had been in private I should Br 6. Ila, ba, bá! that's not the way to not have card to trust the young dog. se her, child.
Mir. Indeed and indeed but you might, Mir. Il be discovers me I shall die-Which Gardy-Now methinks there's nobody hand-77 shall I escape? let me see. [Pauses. somer than you: so neal, so clean, so goodSir G. Well, madam
humoured, and so lovingMir. I have it-Sir George, 'tis fit you should Sir E. Prelly rogue, pretty rogue! and so **** something; if you'll excuse my face, and thou shalt sind me, if ihou dost prefer thy
your back (if you look upon' me I shall Gardy before these caperers of the age: thou i eten masked as I am), I will confess why shalt outshine the queen's box on an opera are engaged you so often, who I am, and night; thou shalt bé the envy of the ring 2) e I live.
(for I will carry thee to Hyde-park), and ihy Su G. Well, to show you I am a man of equipage shall surpass the—what d'ye call 'em gorur, I accept the conditions: let me but ambassador's. e know those, and the face won't be long Ali. Nay, I am sure the discreet part of
my sex will envy me more for the inside furpreztuk. What mean you, madam? niiurc, when you are in it, than my outside Mar. To get off.
equipage. 56. Tis something indecent to turn one's 'sir E. A cunning baggage, i'faith thou art, - upon a lady; but you command, and I and a wise one too! and to show thee that 5..to law which coudemns a person to lose bis
1) For “egad," softened from "bs Cod." In de drax bis sword in the park, it being within 3) The ring in Hyde-park, where the fashionables sport
vecina's of the cour!. Sir George could eitsily their 6ne carriages, horses, and liveries, in the spring : *-* the meaning to using violence against any one. something like the Longcharnps in Paris.
thou hast not chose amiss, I'll this moment Charles. If you please to intrust me with disinherit my son, and seltle my whole estate the management of my estate I shall endear
our it, sir. Mir. There's an old rogue now. [ Aside] Sir F. What, to set upon a card, and buy No, Gardy, I would not have your name be a lady's favour at the price of a thousand pieso black in the world—- You know my father's ces, to rig out an equipage for a wench, or will runs that I am not to possess my estate, by your carelessness to enrich your sleward, without your consent, till I am five-and-twenty; to line for sheriff, ') or put up for a parliayou shall only abate the odd seven years, and ment man? make me mistress of my estate to-day, and I'll Charles. I hope I should not spend it this make you master of my person to-morrow. way: however I ask only for what my unde
Sir F. Humph! that may not be safe - No, left me; yours you may dispose of as you Chargy, I'll seitle it upon thee for pin-money, please, sir. and that will be every bit as well, thou know'st. Sir F. That I shall, out of your reach, I
Mir. Unconscionable old wretch! bribe me assure you, sir. Adad, these young fellows with my own money! - Which way shall I think old men get estates for noihing but them get out of his hands?
[Aside. to squander away in dicing, wenching, drinkSir F. Well, what art thou thinking on, ing, dressing, and so forth. my girl, ha ? how to banter sir George? Charles. I think I was born a gentleman,
Mir. I must not pretend to banter; he knows sir; I'm sure my uncle bred me like one. my tongue too well. [Aside] No, Gardy, I Sir F. From which you would infer, sir
, have thought of a way will confound him more that gaming and wenching are requisites for than all I could say, if I should talk to him a gentleman. seven years.
Charles. Monstrous! when I would ask bim Sir F. How's that? oh! I'm transported, I'm only for a support he falls into these unmaaravish'd, I'm mad
nerly reproaches. I must, though against my Mir. It would make you mad if you knew will, employ invention, and by stralagem reall. [ Aside] I'll not answer him a word, but lieve myself.
(Asidr. be dumb to all he says.
Sir E. Sirrah, what is it you mutter, sirrah, Sir F. Dumb! good; ba, ha, ha! Excellent! ha? [Holds up his Cane] 'I say you shan' ha, ba, ha, ha! I ihink I have you now, sir bave a groat out of my bands till i pleaseGeorge. Dumb! he'll go distracted—well, she's and may be I'll never please; and what's that the wittiest rogue.-Ha, ba, dumb! I can't but to you? laugh, ha, ha! to think how damn'd mad he'll Charles. Nay, to be robb'& or have one's be when he finds he has given his money throat cut is not muchaway for a dumb show! ha, ha, ha!
Sir F. What's thal, sirrah? would you
robe Mir. Nay, Gardy, if he did but know my me or cut my throat, you rogue? thoughts of him it would make him ten times Charles. Heaven forbid, sir!-I said no such madder; ba, ha, ha, ha!
thing Sir F. Ay, so it would, Chargy, to hold Sir F. Mercy on me! what a plague it i him in such derision, to scorn to answer bim, to have a son of one-and-twenty, who wan! to be dumb; ha, ha, ha!
to elbow one out of one's life to edge himsel
inlo the estate! Enter CHARI.ES. Sir F. How now, sirrah! who let you
Enter MARPLOT. Charles. My necessities, sir.
Mar. 'Egad, he's here—I was afraid I ha Sir F. Your necessities are very impertinent, lost him: his secret could not be with his to and ought to have sent before they enter’d. ther; bis wants are public there. – Guardian
Charles. Sir, I knew 'Iwas a word would your servant - 0 Charles, are you there? gain admittance no where.
know by that sorrowful countenance of thin Sir F. Then, sirrah, how durst you rudely the old man's list is as close as his strong be thrust that upon your father, wbích nobody - But I'll help thee. clse would admit?
Sir F. So here's another extravagant en Charles. Sure the name of a son is a suf- comb that will spend his fortune before licient plea. I ask this lady's pardon, if I bave comes to't, but he shall pay swinging interest, intruded.
and so let the fool go on.- Well, what do Sir F. Ay, ay, ask her pardon and her necessity bring you too, sir ? blessing too, if you expect any thing from me. Mar. You have hit it, Guardian-I want
Mir. I believe yours, sir Francis, in a purse hundred pounds. of guineas, would be more material. Your Sir F. For what? son may have business with you; I'll retire. Mar. Pugh! for a hundred things; I tu
Sir E. I guess his business, but I'll dispatch for my life tell you for what. him; I expect the knight every minute : you'll Charles. Sir, I suppose I have received be in readiness?
the answer I am like in have? Mir. Certainly. My expectation is more Mar. Oh, the devil! if he gets out bef upon the wing than yours, old gentleman. me I shall lose him again.
[Aside, and e.rit. Sir F. Well, sir.
1) All yod substantial citizens are subject to be ch Charles. Nay, it is very ill, sir, my cir
as sherill'; bol by paying a sum of money so far, cumstances are, I'm sure.
are exempe from the fatigues of business, which w
be too great now a days, besides it is wory * Sir F. And what's ibat to me, sir? your have any sort of occupation. management should have made 'em better.
2) Swinging sometimes means, greal.