Ber. Why this shall be in earnest, if you please; for my part I only tell you matter of fact.

Aman. I'm sure there's so much jest and earnest in what you say to me on this subject, I scarce know how to take it. I have just parted with Mr Loveless-perhaps it is fancy, but I think there is an alteration in his manner which alarms me.

Ber. And so you are jealous? is that all?
Aman. That all!-is jealousy, then, nothing?
Ber. It should be nothing, if I were in your case.
Aman. Why, what would you do?

Ber. I'd cure myself.

Aman. How?

Ber. Care as little for my husband as he did for me. Look you, Amanda, you may build castles in the air, and fume, and fret, and grow thin, and lean, and pale, and ugly, if you please; but I tell you, no man worth having, is true to his wife, or ever was, or ever will be so.

Aman. Do you then really think he's false to me? for I did not suspect him.

Ber. Think so! I am sure of it.

Aman. You are sure on't?

Ber. Positively-he fell in love at the play. Aman. Right-the very same-but who could have told you this?

Ber. Um-O-Townly!-I suppose your husband has made him his confidant.

Aman. O base Loveless!-and what did Townly say on't?

Ber. So, so-why should she ask that? [Aside.]— Say! why he abused Loveless extremely, and said all the tender things of you in the world.

Aman. Did he?-Oh! my heart!—I'm very illdear Berinthia, don't leave me a moment. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.-Outside of Sir Tunbelly's House.

Enter YOUNG FASHION and LORY.

Young F. So here's our inheritance, Lory, if we can but get into possession-but methinks the seat of

our family looks like Noah's ark, as if the chief part on't were designed for the fowls of the air, and the beasts of the field.

Lory. Pray, sir, don't let your head run upon the orders of building here—get but the heiress, let the devil take the house.

Young F. Get but the house! let the devil take the heiress, I say but come, we have no time to squander, knock at the door-[LORY knocks two or three times at the gate.] What the devil, have they got no ears in this house.-Knock harder.

Lory. 'Egad, sir, this will prove some enchanted castle-we shall have the giant come out, by-and-by, with his club, and beat our brains out. [Knocks again. Young F. Hush, they come.

Serv. [Within.] Who is there?

Lory. Open the door and see-is that your country breeding?

Serv. Ay, but two words to that bargain-Tummas, is the blunderbuss prim'd?

Young F. Ouns! give'em good words, Lory-or we shall be shot here a fortune catching.

Lory. 'Egad sir, I think you're in the right on't→ ho! Mr. What-d'ye-call'um-will you please to let us in? or are we to be left to grow like willows by your moat side? [SERVANT looks over the Wall with a Blunderbuss in his hand.

Serv. Well naw, what's ya're business?

Young F. Nothing, sir, but to wait upon Sir Tunbelly,with your leave.

Serv. To weat upon Sir Tunbelly? why you'll find that's just as Sir Tunbelly pleases.

Young F. But will you do me the favour, sir, to know whether Sir Tunbelly pleases or not?

Serv. Why, look you, d'ye see, with good words much may be done. Ralph, go thy ways, and ask Sir Tunbelly if he pleases to be waited upon-and, dost hear, call to nurse, that she may lock up Miss Hoyden before the gates open.

Young F. D'ye hear, that, Lory?

Gates open-Enter SIR TUN BELLY CLUMSY, with SERVANTS, armed with Guns, Clubs, Pitchforks,&c.

Lory. O! [Runs behind his Master] O Lord, 0 Lord, Lord, we are both dead men!

Young F. Fool! thy fear will ruin us.

[Apart to LORY. Lory. My fear, sir? 'Sdeath, sir, I fear nothing.[Apart.] Would I were well up to the chin in a horsepond! [Aside. Sir T. Who is it here hath any business with me? Young F. Sir, 'tis I, if your name be Sir Tunbelly Clumsy.

Sir T. Sir, my name is Sir Tunbelly Clumsy, whether you have any business with me or not.-So you see I am not asham'd of my name, nor my face either. Young. F. Sir, you have no cause, that I know of.

Sir T. Sir, if you have no cause either, I desire to know who you are; for, till I know your name, I sha'n't ask you to come into my house; and when I do know your name, 'tis six to four I don't ask you then. Young F. Sir, I hope you'll find this letter an authentic passport [Gives him a Letter.

Sir T. Cod's my life, from Mrs. Coupler!—I ask your lordship's pardon ten thousand times. [To his Servant.] Here, run in a-doors quickly; get a Scotch coal fire in the parlour, set all the Turkey-work chairs in their places, get the brass candlesticks out, and be sure stick the socket full of laurel-run-[Turns to YOUNG FASHION.] My lord, I ask your lordship's pardou.-[To the SERVANT.] And, do you hear, run away to nurse, bid her let Miss Hoyden loose again. [Exit SERVANT.] I hope your honour will excuse the disorder of my family-- We are not used to receive men your lordship's great quality every day. Pray where are your coaches and servants, my lord?

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Young. F. Sir, that I might give you and your daughter a proof how impatient I am to be nearer akin to you, I left my equipage to follow me, and came away post with only one servant.

Sir T. Your lordship does me too much honour-it was exposing your person to too much fatigue and danger, I protest it was; but my daughter shall endeavour to make you what amends she can; and though I say it, that should not say it, Hoyden has charms.

Young F. Sir, I am not a stranger to them, though I am to her: common fame has done her justice.

Sir T. My lord, I am common fame's very grateful, humble servant. My lord, my girl's young--Hoyden is young, my lord: but this I must say for her, what she wants in art., she has in breeding; and what's wanting in her age, is made good in her constitution--So pray, my lord, walk in; pray, my lord, walk in. Young F. Sir, I wait upon you.

[Exeunt.

- An Apartment in Sir Tunbelly
Clumsy's House.

MISS HOYDEN, discovered.

Miss H. Sure nobody was ever used as I am. know well enough what other girls do, for all they think to make a fool o'me. It's well I have a husband a coming, or i'cod I'd marry the baker, I would so. Nobody can knock at the gate, but presently I must be locked up; and here's the young greyhound can run loose about the house all the day long, so she can 'Tis very well

Nurse. [Without opening the Door.] Miss Hoyden, miss, miss, miss! Miss Hoyden!

Enter NURSE.

Miss H. Well, what do you make such a noise for, ha?What do you din a body's ears for? Can't one be at quiet for you?

Nurse. What do I din your ears for? Here's one come will din your ears for you.

Miss H. What care I who's come? I care not a fig who comes, or who goes, as long as I must be lock'd up like the ale-cellar.

Nurse. That, miss, is for fear you should be drank before you are ripe.

Miss H. Oh, don't trouble your head about that; I'm as ripe as you, though not so mellow.

Nurse. Very well. Now I have a good mind to lock you up again, and not let you see my lord to-night. Miss H. My lord! Why, is my husband come? Nurse. Yes, marry, is he; and a goodly person too. [Flinging away her knife, loaf, and butter. Miss H. [Hugs NURSE.] Oh, my dear nurse, forgive me this once, and I'll never misuse you again; no, if I do, you shall give me three thumps on the back, and a great pinch by the cheek.

Nurse. Ah, the poor thing! see now it melts; it's as full of good nature as an egg's full of meat.

Miss й. But, my dear nurse, don't lie now-is he come, by your troth?

Nurse. Yes, by my truly, is he.

Miss H. O Lord! I'll go and put on my laced tucker, though I'm locked up for a month for't.

[Exeunt. Miss HOYDEN goes off capering and twirling her Doll by its Leg.

ACT III.

SCENE I.—An Apartment at Sir Tunbelly
Clumsy's.

Enter Miss HOYDEN and NURSE.

Nurse. Well, miss, how do you like your husband that is to be?

Miss H. O Lord, Nurse, I'm so overjoyed I can scarce contain myself.

Nurse. Oh, but you must have a care of being too fond; for men, now-a-days, hate a woman that loves 'em.

Miss H. Love him! why, do you think I love him, Nurse? 'Ecod, I would not care if he was hang'd, so I were but once married to him. No, that which pleases me is to think what work I'll make when I