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LEONTINE. How! an offer of his own too. Sure, he could not mean to deceive us.
OLIVIA. Depend upon his fincerity; he only mistook the desire for the power of serving us. But let us think no more of it. I believe the poft-chaise is ready by this,
LANDLADY. Not quite yet: and, begging your ladyship's pardon, I don't think your ladyship quite ready for the post-chaife. The north road is a cold place, madam. I have a drop in the house of as pretty rafberry as ever was tipt over tongue. Just a thimble full to keep the wind off your stomach. To be sure, the last couple we had here, they said it was a perfect nosegay. Ecod, I sent them both away as good natured-Up went the blinds, round went the wheels, and drive away poft-boy, was the word.
CROAKER. Well, while my friend Honeywood is upon the poft of danger at the bar, it must be my business to have an eye about me here. I think I know an incendiary's look ; for, wherever the devil makes a purchase, he never fails to set his mark. Ha! who have we here? My son and daughter! What can shey be doing here !
LANDLADY. I tell you, madam, it will do you good; I think I know by this time what's good for the north road. It's a raw night, madam.-Sir
LEONTINE. Not a drop more, good madam. I should now take it as a greater favour, if you haften the horses, for I am afraid to be seen myself.
LANDLADY. That Mall be done. Wha, Solomon! are you all dead there? Wha, Solomon, I fay! (Exit, bawling.
OLIVIA, Well! I dread, left an expedition begun in fear, fhould end in repentance.--Every moment we stay increases our danger, and adds to my apprehenfions,
LEONTINE. There's no danger, trust me, my dear; there can be none: if Honeywood has acted with honour, and kept my father, as he promised, in employment till we are out of danger, nothing can interrupt our journey.
OLIVIA. I have no doubt of Mr. Honeywood's fincerity, and even his desires to serve us. My fears are from your father's suspicions. A mind so disposed to be alarmed without a cause, will be but too ready when there's a reason.
LEONTINE. Why, let him, when we are out of his power. But believe me, Olivia, you have no great reason to dread his resentment. His repining temper, as it does no manner of injury to himself, so will it never do harm to others. He only frets to keep himself employed, and scolds for his private amusement.
OLIVIA. I don't know that; but, I'm sure, on some occafions, it makes him look most shockingly.
CROAKER, discovering himself.
CROAKER. How do I look now? Sir, I am your very humble servant. Madam, I am yours. What, you are going off, are you? Then, first, if you please, take a word or two from me with you before you go. Tell me first where you are going? and when you have told me that, perhaps, I shall know as little as I did before.
LEONTINE. If that be fo, our answer might but increase your displeasure, without adding to your information.
CROAKER. I want no information from you, puppy: and you too, good madam, what answer have you got? Eh!
(A cry without, pop bim.) I think I heard a noise. My friend Honeywood without-has he seized the incendiary? Ah, no, for now I hear no more on't.
LEONTINE. Honeywood without! Then, Sir, it was Mr. Honeywood that directed you hither.
CROAKER. No, Sir, it was Mr. Honeywood conducted me hither.
LEONTINE. Is it posible?
CROAKER. Possible! Why, he's in the house now, Sir: more anxious about me, than my own son, Sir.
Leontine. Then, Sir, he's a villain.
CROAKER. How, firrah! a villain, because he takes most care of your father? I'll not bear it. I tell you I'll not bear it. Honeywood is a friend to the family, and I'll have him treated as such.
LEONTINE. I fall study to repay his friendship as it deserves.
CROAKER. Ah, rogue, if you knew how earnestly he entered into my griefs, and pointed out the means to detect them, you would love him as I do. (A cry without, frop him.) Fire and fury! they have seized the in
cendiary: they have the villain, the incendiary in view. Stop him! ftop an incendiary! a murderer ;
[Exit. OLIVIA. Oh, my terrors! What can this new tumult mean?
LEONTINE. Some new mark, I suppose, of Mr. Honeywood's fincerity. But we shall have satisfaction : he shall give me instant satisfaction.
OLIVIA. It must not be, my Leontine, if you value my esteem or my happiness. Whatever be our fate, let us not add guilt to our misfortunes-Confider that our innocence will shortly be all we have left us. You must forgive him.
Leontine. Forgive him! Has he not in every instance betrayed us ? Forced me to borrow money from him, which appears a mere trick to delay us : promised to keep my father engaged till we were out of danger, and here brought him to the very scene of our escape ?
OLIVIA. Don't be precipitate. We may yet be mistaken.