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came in, but his gentleman, who was with him at Bristol. I think, sir, I hear Mr. Faulkland coming down
Capt. A. Go, tell him I am here.
Fag. Yes, sir-[Going.] I beg pardon, sir, but should Sir Anthony call, you will do me the favour to remember that we are recruiting, if you please.
Capt. A. Well, well.
Fag. And in tenderness to my character, if your honour could bring in the chairman and waiters, I shall esteem it as an obligation ;-for though I never scruple a lie to serve my master, yet it hurts one's conscience to be found out.
[Exit. Capt. A. Now for my whimsical friend :-If he does not know that his mistress is here, I'll tease him a lilllc before I tell him
[Exit. Re-enter Fac, introduces Mr. FAULKLAND, and exit.
Capt. A. Faulkland , you're welcome to Bath again: you are punctual in your return.
Faulk. Yes; I had nothing to delain me when I had finished the business I went on. Well, wat news since I left you ? How stand matters belween you and Lydia ?
Capt. A. 'Failh, much as they were.
Faulk. Nay, then, you trifle too long-if you are sure of her, propose to the aunt, in your own character, and write lo Sir Anthony for his consent.
Capt. A. Softly, Soflly, for though I am convinced my little Lydia would elope with me as Ensing Beverley, yet am I by no means certain that she would take me with the impediment of our friends' consent , a regular humdrum wedding, and the reversion of a good fortunc on my side. Well, but Faulkland, you'll dine with us to-day at the hotel ?
Faulk. Indeed, I cannot ; I am not in spirits to be of such a party
Capt. A. By hcavens! I shall forswear your company. You are the most teasing , caplious, incorrigible lover! -Do love like a man.
Faulk Ah! Jack, your heart and soul are not like mine , fixed immutably on one only object. You throw for a large stake, but, losing , you could stake and throw again; but I have set my sam of happiness on this cast, and not to succeed were to be stripped of all.
Capt. A. But, for heaven's sake! what grounds for apprehension can your whimsical brain conjure up at present?
Faulk. Wbat grounds for apprehension, did you say? Heavens! are there not a thousand ? I fear for her spirits—her health-her life-0! Jack, when delicate and feeling souls are separated, there is not a feature in the sky, not a movement of the elements, not an aspiration of the breeze, but hints some cause for a lover's apprehension !
Capt. A. Ay, but we may choose whether we will take the hint or not. So then, Faulkland, if you were convinced that Julia were well, and in spirits, you would be entirely cont:nt?
Faulk, I should be happy beyond measure-I am anxious only for that.
Capt. A. Then cure your anxiety at once-Miss Melville is in perfect health, and is at this moment in Bath.
Faulk. Nay, Jack-don't trifle with me.
Capt. A. She is arrived here with my father, within this hour.
Faulk. Can you be serious?
Capt. A. I thought you knew Sir Anthony better than to be surprised at a sudden whim of this kind.Seriously then, it is as I tell you, upon my honour.
Faulk. My dear Jack-now nothing on carth can give me a moment's uneasiness.
Cupt A. Stay, Faulkland, this Acres lives within a mile of Sir Anthony, and he shall tell you how your mistress has been cver since you left her. Fag, shew thc gentleman up.
Faulk. What, is he much acquainted in the family?
Capt. A. Oh, very intimate; he is likewise a rival of mine that is, of my other self's, for he does not think his friend, Captain Absolute, ever saw the lady in question; and it is ridiculous enough to hear him complain to me of one Beverley, a conceited, skulking rival, who Faulk. Hush !-He's here!
Enter ACRES. Acres. Hah! my dear friend, noble captain, and honest Jack, how dost thou? just arrived, 'faith, as you see.-Sir, your humble servant. Warm work on the roads, Jack-odds whips and wheels! I've travelled like a comet, with a tail of dust all the way as long as the Mall.
Capt. A. Ah! Bob, you are indeed an eccentric planet, but we know your attraction hither; give me leave to introduce Mr. Faulkland to you; Mr. Faulkland, Mr. Acres,
Acres. Sir, I am most heartily glad to see you : sir, 1 solicit your connexions.--Hey, Jack-what this is Mr. Faulkland, who
Capt. A. Ay, Bob, Miss Melville's Mr. Faulkland.
Acres. Ah! Mr. Faulkland, you are indeed a happy man!
Faulk. I have not seen Miss Melville yet, sir; ! hope she enjoyed full health and spirits in Devonshire!
Acres. Never knew her better in my life, sir: never better. Odds blushes and blooms! she has been as healthy as the German Spa.
Faulk. Indeed! I did hear that she had been a little indisposed.
Acres. False, false, sir; only said to vex you : quite the reverse,
assure you. Faulk. There, Jack, you see she has the advantage of me; I had almost fretted myself ill.
Capt. A. Now are you angry with your mistress for not having been sick.
Faulk. No, no, you misunderstand me: ycl surely
a little trifling indisposition is not an unnatural consequence of absence from those we love. Now confess-isn't there something unkind in this violent, robust, unfeeling health?
Capt. A. Oh, it was very unkind of her to be well in your absence, to be sure!
Acres. Good apartments, Jack.
Faulk. Well, sir, but you were saying that Miss Melville has been so exceedingly well-what then, she has been merry and gay, I suppose ?-always in spirits, hey?
Acres. Merry! odds crickets! she has been the belle and spirit of the company wherever she has been—SO lively and entertaining! so full of wit and humour!
Faulk. By my soul! there is an innate levity in woman that nothing can overcome!-What! happy, and I away!
Capt. A. Just now, you were only apprehensive for your mistress's spirits.
Faulk. Why, Jack, have I been the joy and spirit of the company?
Capt. A. No, indeed, you have not.
Capt. A. No, 'faith, to do you justice, you have been confoundedly stupid indeed.
Acres. What's the matter with the gentleman?
Capt. A. He is only expressing his great satisfaction at hearing that Julia has been so well and happythat's all-hey, Faulkland?
Faulk. Yes, yes, she has a happy disposition !
Acres. That she has, indeed—then she is so accomplished—so sweet a voice-o expert at her harpsichord—such a mistress of flat and sharp; squallante, rumblante, and quiverante!-there was this time month-odds minums and crochets! how she did chirrup at Mrs. Piano's concert! [Sings.] My heart's my own, my will is free. That's very like her.
Faulk. Fool! fool that I am! "to fix all my happi
ness on such a trifler! 'Sdeath! to make herself the pipe and ballad-monger of a circle! to soothe her light heart with catches and glees! What can you say to this, sir?
Capt. A. Why, that I should be glad to hear my mistress had been so merry, sir.
Faulk. Nay, nay, nay—I'm not sorry that she has been happy; no, I am glad of that-but she has been dancing too, I doubt not.
Acres. What does the gentleman say about dancing?
Capt. A He says the lady we speak of dances as well as she sings.
Acres. Ay, truly does she—there was at our last race ball
Faulk. Hell and the devil! There! there—I told you so! I told you so! ón! she thrives in my absence ! Dancing!
Capt. A. For heaven's sake, Faulkland, don't expose yourself so! Suppose she has danced, what then? does not the ceremony of society often oblige
Faulk. Well, well, I'll contain myself-perhaps, as you say—for form's sake. I say Mr.--Mr.What's his d-d name?
Capt. A. Acres, Acres.
Faulk. O ay, Mr. Acres, you were praising Miss Melville's manner of dancing a minuet-hey?
Acres. Oh, I dare insure her for that --but what I was going to speak of, was her country dancing: odds swimmings! she has such an air with her!
Faulk. Now, disappointment on her! defend this, Absolute! why don't you defend this? country dances! jigs and reels! am I to blame now! A minuet I could have forgiven-I should not have minded that I say, I should not have regarded a minuet—but country dances! Z-ds, had she made one in a cotillion-1 believe I could have forgiven even that, but to be monkey-led for a night! to run the gauntlet through a string of amorous palming puppies! to shew paces, like a managed filly! Oh, Jack, there never can be but one man in the world whom a truly modest and deli