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Mrs. M. O, Sir Anthony! men are all barbarians! [All retire but JULIA and FAULkland.

Jul. He seems dejected and unhappy-not sullen there was some foundation, however, for the tale he told me-O woman! how true should be your judgment, when your resolution is so weak!

Faulk. Julia!-how can I sue for what I so little deserve? I dare not presume- yet hope is the child of penitence.

Jul. Oh! Faulkland, you have not been more faulty in your unkind treatment of me, than I am now in wanting inclination to resent it. As my heart honestly bids me place my weakness to the account of love, 1 should be ungenerous not to admit the same plea for yours.

[SIR ANTHONY comes forward between them. Faulk. Now I shall be blest indeed.

Sir Anth. What's going on here?-So you have been quarrelling too, I warrant.—Come, Julia, I never interfered before; but let me have a hand in the matter at last.-All the faults I have ever seen in my friend Faulkland, seemed to proceed from what he calls the delicacy and warmth of his affection for you. -There, marry him directly, Julia, you'll find he'll mend surprisingly.

[The rest of the characters come forward. Sir L. Come now, I hope there is no dissatisfied person but what is content; for as 1 have been disappointed myself, it will be very hard if I have not the satisfaction of seeing other people succeed better.

Acres. You are right, Sir Lucius-So, Jack, I wish you joy. Mr. Faulkland the same.-Ladies,-come now, to shew you I'm neither vext nor angry, odds tabors and pipes! I'll order the fiddles in half an hour to the New Rooms-and I insist on your all meeting me there.

Sir Anth. 'Gad! sir, I like your spirit; and at night we single lads will drink a health to the young couples, and a good husband to Mrs. Malaprop.

Faulk. Our partners are stolen from us, Jack-I

hope to be congratulated by each other-yours for having checked in time the errors of an ill-directed imagination, which might have betrayed an innocent heart; and mine for having by her gentleness and candour, reformed the u happy temper of one, who by it made wretched whom he loved most, and tortured the heart he ought to have adored.

Capt. A. True, Faulkland, we have both tasted the bitters, as well as the sweets of love-with this difference only, that you always prepared the bitter cup for yourself, while l

Lyd. Was always obliged to me for it, hey, Mr. Modesty? But come, no more of that-our happiness is now as unalloyed as general.

Jul. Then let us study to preserve it so; and while hope pictures to us a flattering scene of future bliss, let us deny its pencil those colours which are too bright to be lasting.-When hearts deserving happiness would unite their fortunes, virtue would crown them with an unfading garland of modest, hurtless flowers; but ill-judging passion will force the gaudier rose into the wreath, whose thorn o ends them when its leaves are dropt!

REMARKS.

This first of Sheridan's pieces that appeared on the stage, is considered as so excellent, that it has been frequently ranked above 'The School for Scandal.' The latter has been found fault with for its unnatural excess of wit, while 'The Rivals' is distinguished for a quiet and exquisite humour. To whichever the palm of excellence be given, the foregoing drama is deserving of great admiration; and, had the author written no other, would have placed him high among writers for the stage.

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Enter TROUNCE, FLINT, and four SOLDIERS.

Ast Sol. I SAY you are wrong, we should all speak together, each for himself, and all at once, that we may be heard the better.

2d Sol. Right, Jack, we'll argue in platoons.

3d Sol. Ay, ay, let him have our grievances in a volley, and if we be to have a spokesman, there's the Corporal is the Lieutenant's countryman, and knows his humour.

Cor. Let me alone for that, I serv'd three years, within a bit, under his honour, in the Royal Inniskillions, and I never will see a sweeter-tempered gentleman, nor one more free with his purse. I put a great shamrogue in his hat this morning, and I'll be bound for him, he'll wear it, was it as big as Steven's green.

4th Sol. say again then you talk like youngsters, like Militia striplings: there is a discipline, look'ce, in all things, whereof the serjeant must be our guide; E

he's a gentleman of words, he understands your foreign lingo, your figures, and such like auxiliaries in scoring. Confess now for a reckoning, whether in chalk or writing, ben't he your only man.

Cor. Why the serjeant is a scholar to be sure, and has the gift of reading.

Ser. Good soldiers, and fellow-gentlemen, if you make me your spokesman, you will shew the more judgment, and let me alone for the argument. I'll be as loud as a drum, and point blank from the purpose.

All. Agreed, agreed.

Cor. O Fait, here comes the Lieutenant, now Serjeant!

Ser. So then, to order.-Put on your mutiny looks, every man grumble a little to himself, and some of you hum the deserter's march.

Enter LIEUTENANT.

Lieu. Well, honest lads, what is it you have to complain of?

Sol. Ahem! hem!

Ser. So please your honour, the very grievance of the matter is this:-ever since your honour differed with Justice Credulous, our Innkeepers use us most scurvily. By my halbert, their treatment is such, that if your spirit was willing to put up with it, flesh and blood could by no means agree; so we humbly petition, that your honour would make an end of the matter at once, by running away with the Justice's daughter, or else get us fresh quarters, hem! hem! Lieu. Indeed!-Pray which of the houses use you

ill?

1st Sol. There's the Red Lion ha'n't half the civility

of the old Red Lion.

2d Sol. There's the White Horse, if he wasn't casehardened, ought to be ashamed to shew his face.

Lieu. Very well, the Horse and the Lion shall answer for it, at the quarter sessions.

Ser. The Two Magpies are civil enough, but the

Angel uses us like devils, and the Rising Sun refuses us light to go to bed by.

Lieu. Then, upon my word, I'll have the Rising Sun put down, and the Angel shall give security for his good behaviour-but are you sure you do nothing to quit scores with them?

Cor. Nothing at all, your honour, unless now and then we happen to fling a cartridge into the kitchen fire, or put a spatterdash or so into the soup-and sometimes Ned drums up and down stairs a little of a night.

Lieu. Oh all that's fair, but hark'ee, lads, I must have no grumbling on St. Patrick's day, so here take this and divide it amongst you. But observe me now, shew yourselves men of spirit, and don't spend sixpence of it in drink.

Ser. Nay, hang it, your honour, soldiers should never bear malice, we must drink St. Patrick's and your ho

nour's health.

All. Oh damn malice. St. Patrick's and his honour by all means.

Cor. Come away then, lads, and first we'll parade round the Market Cross, for the honour of King George. 1st Sol. Thank your honour. Come along, St. Patrick's, his honour, and strong beer for ever.

[Exit Soldiers. Lieu. Get along, you thoughtless vagabonds, yet upon my conscience, 'tis very hard these poor fellows should scarcely have bread from the soil they would die to defend.

Enter DOCTOR ROSY.

Ah, my little Doctor Rosy, my Galen a-bridge, what's the news?

Doc. All things are as they were, my Alexander, the Justice is as violent as ever; I felt his pulse on the matter again, and thinking his rage began to intermit, I wanted to throw in the bark of good advice, but it would not do. He says you and your cut-throats have a plot upon his life, and swears he would rather see his

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