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bas but one eye.
Sir E. Ay, sir, and you may be marching mind, or would you capitulate? ha, ha, ba! as soon as you please-I musi see a change Look, here are the guineas; [Chinks them] in your temper, ere you find one in mine. ha, ha, ha!
Mar. Pray, sir, dispatch me; the money, Sir G. Not if they were twice the sum, sir sir; I'm in mighty haste.
Francis; therefore be brief; call in the lady, Sir F. Fool, take this and go to the cashier. and take your post. I sban't be long plagu'd with thec.
Sir E Agreed. Miranda!
[E.cit. [Gives him a Note. Sir G.'If she's a woman, and not seduc'd Mar. Devil take the cashier! I shall cer- by, witchcraft, to this old rogue, I'll make his tainly hare Charles gone before I come back. beart ache; for if she has but one grain of
[Erit, running. inclination about her, I'll vary a thousand Charles. Well, sir, I take my leave - but shapes but find it. remember you expose an only son to all the miseries of wretched poverty, which too often Re-enter Sir Francis Gripe and MIRANDA. lays the plan for scenes of mischief.
Sir G. So from the eastern chambers breaks Sir F. Stay, Charles! I have a sudden the sun, dispels the clouds, and gilds the vales thought come into my head, which may prove below.
Salutes her. to thy advantage.
Sir F. 'Hold, sir; kissing was not in our Charles. Ha! does be relent?
agreement Sir E. My lady Wrinkle, worth forty thou- Sir G. Oh! that's by way of prologue. Pr'ysand pounds, sets up for a handsome young thee, old mammon, to thy post. busband; she prais'd thee t'other day; though Sir F. [Takes out his Watch] Well, the match-makers can get twenty guineas for young Timon, 'tis now four exactly; ten mia sight of ber, I can introduce thee for nothing. nutes, remember, is your utmost límit; not a Charles . My lady Wrinkle, sir! why, she minute more. [vagance, sir.
[Retires to the Bottom of the Stage. Sir F. Then she'll see but half your extra- Sir G. Madam, whether you'll excuse Charles. Condemn me to such a piece of blame my love, the author of this rash prodeformity! a toothless, dirty, wry-neck'd. ceeding depends upon your pleasure, as also
the life of your admirer; your sparkling eyes Sir F. Hunch-back'd! so much the better ! speak a heart susceptible of love, your vivacity then she has a rest for her misfortunes, for a soul too delicate to admit the embraces of thou wilt load her swingingly. Now, I war- decayed mortality. Shake off this tyrant guarrant, you think this is no offer of a father; dian's yoke; assume yourself
, and dash bis forty thousand pounds is nothing with you. 'bold, aspiring hopes. The deity of his desires Charles
. Yes, sir, I think it is too much; a is avarice, a heretic in love, and ought to be young beautiful woman with half the money banished by the queen of beauty. See, madam, would be more agreeable.—I thank you, sir; a faithful servant kneels, and begs to be adbut you choose better for yourself, I find. milted in the number of your slaves.
Sir E. Out of my doors, you dog! you (Miranda gives him her Hand to raise him. pretend to meddle with my marriage, sirrah! Sir F. [Running up] Hold, hold, hold! no Charles. Sir, I obey you, but
palming; that's contrary to articles Sir F. But me no buts-be gone, sir! dare Sir G. 'Sdeath, sir, keep your distance, or 10 ask me for money again—refuse forty I'll write another article in your guts. thousand pounds! Out of my doors, I say,
[Lays his Hand to his Sword. [Exit Charles. Sir E. [Going back] A bloody-minded
fellow! Enter MARPLOT, running.
Sir G. Not answer me! perhaps she thinks Mar. Ha! gone! is Charles gone, Gardy? mya
address too grave: I'll be more free. [Aside] Sir F. Yes, and I desire your wise worship Can you be so unconscionable, madam, to let to walk after him.
all these fine things to you without Mar. Nay, 'egad I shall run, I tell you that one single compliment in return? A pos of the cashier for detaining me so long! Sir #. (Running up with his Watch in Where the devil shall I find him now? I shall his Hand] There's fíve of the ten minutes certainly lose this secret
, and I had rather by gone, sir George-Adad, I don't like those baf lose my money-Where shall I find him close conferences107–D'ye
know where Charles is gone, Gardy? Sir G. More interruptions-you will have Sir F. Gone to the devil, and you may go it, sir! [Lays his Hand to his Sword.
Sir F. [Going back] No, no; yon shan't Nar. Ay, that I will as fast as I can. [Going, have her neither.
[Aside. returns] Have you any commands there, Gardy? Sir G. Dumb still-sure this old dog has
[Exit. enjoin'd her silence.
I'll try another way. Sir É. What, is the fellow distracted?
[Aside] Madam, these few minutes cost' me
an hundred pounds and would you answer Enter Servant.
me, I could purchase the whole day so. HowSero. Sir George Airy inquires for you, sir. ever, madam, you must give me leave to Sir F. Desire 'sir George to walk up:— make the best interpretation I can for my [Lucie Servant] –Now for a trial of skill that money, and take the indication of your silence wil make me happy and him a fool
. Ha, ha, for the secret liking of my person; therefore, ba! In my mind he looks like an ass already madam, I will instruct you how to keep your Enter Sir GEORGE AIRY.
word inviolate to sir Francis, and yet answer Well , sir George, do you hold in the same me to every question: as for example, when
I ask any thing to which you would reply in presently; ba, ha, ha, ha! [Exit Miranda. the allirinative, gently, nod your head thus, Sir G. Adsheart, madam, you won't leave [ Nods ] and when in the negative, thus, me just in the nick,) will you? Shakes his Head] and in the doubtful, a Sir F. Ha, ha, ha! she has nick'd you, sir iender sigh thus.
[Sighs. George, I think! ba, ba, ba! Have you any Mir. How every action charms me--but I'll more hundred pounds to throw away upon fit him for signs, I warrant him, [ Aside. courtship? ha, ha, lia!
Sir G. Was it by bis desire that you are Sir G. Hle, he, he, he! A curse of your dumb, madam, to all I can say? [ Miranda fleering jests !-Yet, however ill I succeeded, nods] Very well, she's tractable, I find! [Aside] Il venture the same wager she does not value And is il possible that you can love him? thee a spoonful of snuff--nay more, though [Miranda nods] Miraculous! Pardon the you enjoin'd her silence to me, you'll never bluntness of my questions, for my time is short. make her speak to the purpose with yourself
. May I not hope to supplant him in your es- Sir F. Ha, ha, ha! Did I not tell thee thou teem? (Miranda sighs) Good! she answers wouldst repent thy money? Did I not say she me as I could wish. (Aside] You'll not con- hated young fellows? ba, ba, ba! sent to marry him then? (Miranda sighs] Sir G. And I'm positive she's not in lure How! doubtful in that? – Undone again with age. humph! but that may proceed from his power Sir F. Ha, ha, ha! no matter for that, ha, to keep her out of ber estate 'till twenty-five: ha! She's not taken with your youth, nor your I'll try thal. [Aside] Come, madam, I cannot rbetoric to boot; ha, ha! think you besitate in this affair out of any Sir G. Wbate'er her reasons are for dismotive but your fortune-let him keep it till liking of me, I am certain she can be taken those few years are expired; make me happy with nothing about thee. with your person, let him enjoy your wealih. Sir F. Ha, ha, ha! how he swells with entry [Miranda holds up her Hands] Why, what |--Poor man! poor man! ha, ha, ha! I must sign is that now? Nay, nay, madam, except beg your pardon, sir George; Miranda will you observe my lesson I can't understand your be impatient to have her share of mirth. Vemeaning
rily we shall laugh at thee most egregiously, Sir Ě. What a vengeance! are they talking ha, ha, ha! by signs? 'Ad, I may be fool'd here. [ Aside) Sir G. With all my heart, faith - I shall What do you mean, sir George?
laugh in my turn too--for if you dare marry Sir G. To cut your throat, if you dare her, old Belzebub, you will be cuckolded most multer another syllable.
egregiously ; remember that, and tremble. Sir F. 'Od, I wish he were fairly out lof
SCENE II.- SIR JEALOUS TRAFFICK'S House. Sir G. Pray, madam, will you answer me lo the purpose ? [Miranda shakes her Head, Enter Sir Jealous TRAFFICK, ISABINDA, and and points to Sir Francis] What does she
Patch, following. mean? She won't answer me to the purpose, Sir J. What, in the balcony again, nolor is she afraid yon' old cuff should under-withstanding my positive commands to the stand her signs ?-ay, it must be that. [Aside] contrary?-\Vhy don't you write a bill on 1 perceive, madam, you are too apprehensive your forehead to show passengers there's someof the promise you have made to follow my ibing to be let? rules, therefore I'll suppose your mind, and Isa. What harm can there be in a little answer for you. – First for myself
, madam; fresh air, sir? "that I am in love with you is an infallible Sir J. Is your constitution so hol, mistress, truth.” Now for you. [Turns on her Side] that it wants cooling, ha? Apply the virluons “ Indeed, sir! and may I believe it?”—“As Spanish rules; banish your taste and thoughts certainly, madam, as that 'tis daylight, or that of flesh, feed upon roots, and quench your I die if you persist in silence."— “Bless mc thirst with water. with the music of your voice, and raise my Isa. That, and a close room, would cerspirits to their proper heaven. Thus low let tainly make me die of the vapours. me entreat ere I'm obliged to quit this place; Sir J. No, mistress, 'tis your high-fed, lusty, grant me some token of a favourable recep-rambling, rampant ladies, that are troubled tion to keep my hopes alive.”. [Arises hastily, with the vapours: 'tis your ratafia, persico, and turns on her Side] "Rise, sir, and since cinnamon, citron, and spirit of clara, cause my guardian's presence will not allow me pri- such swimming in the brain, that carries many vilege of tongue, read that, and rest assurd a guinca full tide to the doctor: but you are you are not indifferent to me." [Offers her noi to be bred this way: no galloping abroad, a Letter, she strikes it down] Ha, right wo- no receiving visits at home, for in our loose inan! but no matter; I'll go on.
country the women are as dangerous as the Sir F. Ha! wbat's that? a letter! Ha, ha, men. ha! thou art balk'd.
Patch. So I told her, sir, and that it was Sir G. Ha! a letter! oh! let me kiss it with not decent to be seen in a balcony - but she the same raptures that I would do the dear threatened to slap my chops, and told me
1 hand that touch'd it. [Opens it] Now for a was her servant, not her governess, quick fancy, and a long extempore,
Sir J. Did she su? but I'll make her to Sir F. (Coming up hustily] The time is know that you are her duenna. Oh, that ioexpired, sir, and you must take your leare. comparable custom of Spain! Why, here's no There, my girl, there's the hundred pounds depending upon old women in my counlr which' thou hasi won. Go; I'll be with youl 1, The crinical moment,
-for they are as wanton at eighty as a girl sage for any body there? -('ıny conscience of eigbteen; and a man may as safely trust to this is some he baw'dAsgil's translation, as to his great grandmo
Whis. Letter or message, sir? iber's not marrying again.
Sir J. Ay, letter or message, sir? Isa. Or to the Spanish ladies' veils and Whis. No, not I, sir. dueonas for the safeguard of their honour. Sir J. Sirrah, sirrah! I'll have you set in
Sir J. Dare lo ridicule the cautious conduct the stocks ?) if you don't tell your business of tbal wise nation, and I'll have you lock'd immediately. up this fortnight, without a peep-hole. Whis. Nay, sir, my business—is no great Isa
. If we had but the ghostly helps in En- matter of business neither, and yet 'tis busigland which they have in Spain, I might de-ness of consequence too: ceive you if you did - let me tell you, sir, Sir J. Sirrah, don't trifle with me. confinement sharpens the invention, as Whis. Trifle, sir! have you found him, sir? of sight strengthens the other senses, and is Sir J. Found what, you rascal ? often more pernicious than the recreation that Whis. Why, Trifle is the very lapdog.my incocent liberty allows.
lady lost, sir; I fancied I saw bim run into Sir J. Say you so, mistress! who the devil this house. I'm glad you have bim-Sir, my Laught you the art of reasoning? I assure you lady will be overjoy'd that I have found hini. they must have a greater faith than I pretend Sir J. Who is your lady, friend? to, that can think any woman innocent who Whis. My lady Lovepuppy, sir, requires liberty; therefore, Patch, to your Sir J. My lady Lovepuppy, sir! then pr’ycharge I give her; lock her up till I come thee carry thyself to her, for I know of no hack from 'Change. I shall have some saun- other whelp ihat belongs to her; and let me tening coscomb, with nothing but a red coal catch you no more puppy-hunting about my and a feather, ihink by leaping into her arms doors, lest I have you press'd into the service, to leap into my estate – bui l'll prevent them; sirrah. she shall be only signior Babinetto's.
Whis. By no means, sir — Your humble Patch. Really, sir, I wish you would employ servant.--I inust watch whether be goes or no any body else in this affair; I lead a life like before I can tell my master. [ Aside. E.cit. 3 dog i obeying your commands. Come, Sir J. This fellow has the oflicious leer of madam, will you be locked up?
a pimp, and I halí suspect a design; but I'll Ise. Ay, to enjoy more freedom than he is be upon them before they think on me, I aware of. [Aside. Exit with Patch. warrant 'em.
[Exit Sir J. I believe this wench is very true to
SCENE IV.-CHARLES's Lodgings. my interest: I am happy I met with her, if I
Enter Charles and MARPLOT. ca bat keep my daughter from being blown upüa till signior Babinello arrives, who shall Charles. Honest Marplot, I thank thee for marry her as soon as he comes, and carry this supply: I expect my lawyer with a thouber to Spain as soon as he bas married her. sand pounds I have ordered him to take up, She has a pregnant wit, and I'd no more have and then you shall be repaid. ser an Eoglislı wife than the grand signior's Mar. Pho, pho! no more of that. llere
[E.cit. comes sir George Airy, Sunt III.-Outside of Sir JEALOUS TRAF
Enter Sir George AIRY.
cursedly out of humour at his disappointment.
See how he looks ! ha, ha, ha!
Sir G. Ah, Charles! I am so humbled in Wiis. So, there goes sir Jealous: where my pretensions to plots upon women, that I sinail I find Mrs. Patch, now?
believe I shall never have courage enough to
attempt à chambermaid again-I'll tell theeEnter Patch.
Charles. lla, ha! I'll spare you the relation , Putch, Ob, Mr. Wbisper! my lady saw by telling you-Impatient to know your buFou out of the window, and order'd me to siness with my father, when I saw you enter bid you fly and let your master know she's I slipp'd back into the next room, where I alone.
overheard every syllable. Whis. Hush! speak softly! I go, I go! Bul Nlur. Did you, Charles? I wish I had been barkye
, Mrs. Patch, shall not you and I have with you. a little confabulation, when
my master and Sir G. That I said – but I'll be hang'd if tour lady are engag'd ?
you heard her answer-But pr’ythee tell me, Patch. Aş, ay; farewell.
Charles, is she a fool? [Goes in and shuts the Door. Whisper Charles. I never suspected her for one; but
peeps after her through the Key-hole. Marplot can inform you better, is you'll allow Re-enter Sir JEALOUS TRAFFICK, meeting
him a judge.
Mar. A fool! I'll justify she has more wit WHISPER.
than all the rest of her sex put together. Why, Sir J. Sure, whilst I was talking with M. she'll rally me till I han't a word to say for Tradewell, I heard my door clap. [Seeing myself.. Whisper) Ha! a man lurking about my house! Who do you want there, sir?
1) The stocks are now the punishment of the poor con
try-fellows for getting tipsey, swearing ete, towns and Whis. Want-want-á por! Sir Jealous ! cilics are too refined for these things, and now the What must I say now?
treud-mill.generally employs the wicked. Sin J. Ay, want! Have you a letter or mes- are to believe Goldsmith's geography.
It would seem as if these inventious came from Chin, it we
of his paws.
Charles. A mighty proof of her wit, truly-here? Except I find out that, I am as far from
Mar. There must be some trick in't, 'sir knowing his business as ever. 'Gad, I'll watch; George; 'egad, I'll find it out, if it cost me it may be a bawdy-house, and be may have the sum you paid for'..
his throat cut. If there should be any mischief, Sir G: Do, and command me
I can make oath be went in. Well, Charles, Mar. Enough: let me alone to trace a secret- in spite of your endeavours to keep me out
of the secret, I may save your life for aught Enter Whisper, and speaks aside' to his I know.
At that corner i'll plant myself; Master.
there I shall see whoever goes in or comes The devil! he here again! damn that fellow, out. 'Gad, I love discoveries. [Exit. he never speaks out. Is this the same, or a new secrei? [Aside] You may speak out, Scene II.- 4 Chamber in the House of Sir here are none but friends.
JEALOUS TRAFFICK. Charles. Pardon me, Marplot, uis a secret. CHARLES, ISABINDA, and Patch discovered.
Mar. A secret! ay, or ecod 1) I would not give a farthing for it. Sir George, won't you Isa. Patch, look out sharp; have a care of ask Charles what news Whisper brings?
Sir G. Not I, sir; I suppose it does not Patch. I warrant you. relate to me,
Isa. Well, sir, if I may judge your love Mar. Lord, Lord! how little curiosity some by your courage, I ought to believe you sinpeople bave! Now my chief pleasure is in cere; for you venture into the lion's den when knowing every body's business.
you come to see me. Sir G.'l fancy, Charles, thou hast some Charles. If you'll consent whilst the furious engagement upon thy hands?
beast is abroad, I'd free you from the reach Mar. Have you, Charles ? Sir G. I have a little business too.
Isa. "That would be but to avoid one danger Mar. Have you, sir George ?
by running into another, like poor wretches Sir G. Marplot, if it falls in your way to who fly the burning ship, and meet their fate bring me any intelligence from Miranda, you'll in the water. Come, come, Charles, I fear, if find me at the Thatch'd-house at six- I consult my reason, confinement and plenty Mar. You do me much honour.
is better than liberty and starving. I know Charles. You guess right, sir George; wish you would make the frolic pleasing for a little
time, by, saying and doing a world of tender Sir G. Better than attended me. Adieu. [E.rit
. things, but when our small substance is exCharles. Marplot, you must excuse me- hausted, and a thousand requisites for life are
Mar. Nay, nay; what need of any excuse wanting, love, who rarely dwells with poverty, amongst friends? I'll go
would also fail us. Charles. Indeed you must not
Charles. 'Faith, I fancy not; methinks my Mar. No! then I suppose 'tis a duel; and I heart bas laid up a stock' will last for life, to will go to secure you.
back which I have taken a thousand pounds Charles. Well, but 'tis no duel, consequently upon my uncle's estate; that surely will supno danger; therefore prythee be answer'd. port us till one of our fathers relent.
Mar. What, is't a mistress then?--Mum- Isa. There's no trusting to that, my friend; you know I can be silent upon occasion. I doubt your father will carry his humour to
Charles. I wish you could be civil too: I the grave, and mine till he sees me sellled in Spain. tell
you, you neither must nor sball go with Charles. And can you then cruelly resolve me. Farewell.
[Exit. to stay till that curs'd don arrives, and suffer Mar. Why then-I must and will follow that youth, beauty, fire, and wit to be sacriyou:
[Exit. fic'd to the arms of a dull Spaniard, to be ACT III. .
immured, and forbid the sight of any thing
that's human? SCENE I.-A Street.
Isa. No; when it comes to that extremity, Enter CHARLES.
and no stratagem can relieve us, thou shalt Charles. Well, here's the bouse which holds list for a soldier, and I'll carry thy knapsack the lovely prize, quiet and serene: here no after thee. noisy footmen throng to tell the world that Charles. Bravely resolv'd! the world cannot beauty dwells within, no ceremonious visit be more savage than our parents, and fortune makes the lover wait, no rival to give my generally, assists the bold, therefore consent
Who would not scale the now: why should she put it to a future hawindow at midnight without fear of the jea- zard ? who knows when we shall bave another lous father's pistol, rather than fill up the train opportunity? of a coquette, where every minute he is jostled Isa. Oh, you have your ladder of ropes, 1 out of place? [Knocks softly] Virs, Patch! suppose, and the closet window stands just Mrs. Patch!
where it did; and if you han't forgot to write
in characters, Patch will find a way for our Enter Patch.
assignations. Thus much of the Spanish conPatch. Oh, are you come, sir ? All's safe. trivance my father's sererity has taught me;
1 Charles. So in, in then, [They go in. thank him; though I hate the nation, I ad
mire their management in these affairs. Enter MARPLOT. Mar. There he goes! Who the devil lives 1) Dad for father, as pronomced by children learning > 1) Ecod for * by God."
heart a pang:
der! murder!--[Charles drops down upon Patch. Ob, madam! I see my master coming him from the Balcony] Charles! faith, I'm up the street.
glad to see thee safe out, with all my heart! Charles. Oh, the devil! 'would I had my Charles. A
your bawling! how the ladder Dow! I thought you had not expected devil came you here? him till night. Why, why, why, why, what Mar. 'Egad, it's very well for you that I shall I do, madam?
was here; I have done you a piece of service: Isa. Oh! for beaven's sake, don't go that I told the old thunderbolt that the gentleman way; you'll meet him full in the teeth. Oh, that was gone in was— unlucky moment!
Charles. Was it you that told him, sir? Charles. 'Adsheart! can you shut me into [Laying hold of him] 'Sdeath! I could crush no cupboard, nor ram me into a chest, ha ? thee into atoms.
Exit. Palih. Impossible, sir; he searches every Mar. What! will you choke me for my hole in the bouse.
kindness ?-Will my inquiring soul never leave lse. I ndone for ever! If he sees you I searching into other people's affairs till it gets sball dever see you more.
squeez'd out of my body? I dare not follow Patch. I have thought on it; run you to him now for my blood, he's in such a pasyour chamber, madam; and, sir, come you sion.—I'll go to Miranda; if I can discover along with me; I'm certain you may easily augbt that may oblige sir George, it may be get down from the balcony.
a means to reconcile me again to Charles. Charles. My life! adieu-Lead on, guide, Sir J. [Within] Look about! search, find
[Exeunt Patch and Charles. him out! las. Heavens preserve him.
[Exit. Mar. Oh, the devil! there's old Crabstick again.
[Exit. SCENE III.-- The Street. Enter Sir Jealous TRAFFICK, followed by Scene IV.- A Hall in the House of Sir MARPLOT.
JEALOUS TRAFFICK. Sir J. I don't know what's the malter, but Enter Sir JEALOUS TRAFFICK and his SerI have a strong suspicion all is not right within ;
vants. nuk kellow's sauntering about my door, and Sir J. Are you sure you have search'd every bis tale of a puppy, had the face of a lie, where? methought. By St. Jago, If I should find a Sero. Yes, from the top of the house to the mua in the house I'd make mince-meat of him-bottom.
Mar. Mince-meat! Ah, poor Charles! how Sir J. Under the beds and over the beds ? I sweat for thee! 'Egad, he's old-1 fancy I Serv. Yes, and in them too, but found nomiatt bully bim, and make Charles bave an body, sir. pition of my courage. 'Egad, I'll pluck up, Sir J. Why, what could this rogue mean? and have a touch with him. Sir J. My own key shall let me in; I'll give
Enter ISABINDA' and Patch. them so warning: [Feeling for his Rey. Patch. Take courage, madam; I saw him Mar. What's ibat you say, sir?
[Aside to Isabinda. [Going up to Sir Jealous. Isa. Bless me! what's the matter, sir? Sur. J. What's that to you, sir?
Sir J. You know best~ Pray where's the [Turns quick upon him. man that was here just now? Var. Yes, 'tis to me, sir; for the gentleman Isa. What man, sir? I saw none. you threaten is a very honest gentleman. Look Patch. Nor I, by the trust you repose in walilor if be comes not as safe out of your bouse ine. Do you think I would let a man come as he went io
within these doors when you are absent? Sir J. What, is he in then ?
Sir J. Ab, Patch! she may be too cunning Mar. Yes, sir, he is in then; and I say is for thy honesty: the very scout that he had Le does not come out, I bare half a dozen set to give warning discovered it to me--and aan taidons bard by shall beat your house about threatened me with half a dozen myrmidons lear ears.
-but I think I mauld the villain. These afSir J. Ah! a combination to undo me,I'll fictions you draw upon me, mistress, rairaidon you, ye dog, you-Thieves! thieves! Isa. Pardon me, sir, 'tis your own ridicu
[Beats Marplot. lous humour draws you into these vexations, Mar. Murder, murder! I was not in your and gives every fool pretence to banter you. 3.29€, sir.
Sir J. No, 'tis your idle conduct, your coEnter Sercant.
quettish flirting into the balcony Oh! with
what joy shall I resign thee inio the arms of Sere. Whai's the matter, sir?
don Diego Babinetto! Ser J. The matter, rascal! you have let a Isu. And with what industry shall I avoid na iplo my bouse; but I'll'llay him alive. him.
[.Iside. kilow me; Il not leave a mouse-hole un- Sir J. Certainly that rogue bad a message darbd. If I lind him, by St. Iago, I'll equip from somebody or other, but being balk'd by Bu íur the opera ?).
my coming popp'd that sham ) upon me. Mar. A deuce of his cane! there's no trustto age-What shall I do to relieve Charles?
1) This is one of those elegant expressions which comes
under the denomination of slang, or flash; the language azad, I raise the neighbourhood. - Mur- of the fashionables in London, the gentlemen bollers,
pick-pockets, and murderers, os also of the lowest vulmas a good dressing is nieant, a good gar. This language is rendered immortal by Ms. Lgan L., and its being necessary to be full dressed to in liis “ J.ise in London,” and description of lithis in
le 1-3 is London, the pun ciplains itself. the Observer neris-paper. This slang has been se mu