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A CT THE SEC O N D.

SCENE, CROAKER's House.

Miss RICHLAND, Garner.

Miss RiCHLAND. OLIVIA

not his filter? Olivia not Leontine's fifter? You amaze me !

GARNET. No more his sister than I am; I had it all from his own servant; I can get anything from that quarter.

Miss RICHLAND.
But how? Tell me again, Garnet.

GARNET. Why, madam, as I told you before, instead of going to Lyons, to bring home his fifter, who has been there with her aunt these ten years; he never went further than Paris; there he saw and fell in love with this young lady, by the bye, of a prodigious family.

Miss RichLAND. And brought her home to my guardian, as his daughter ?

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GARNET. Yes, and his daughter she will be. If he don't consent to their marriage, they talk of trying what a Scotch parson can do.

Miss RICHLAND. Well, I own they have deceived me- And so demurely as Olivia carried it to!--Would you believe it, Garnet, I told her all my secrets; and yet the sly cheat concealed all this from me ?

GARNET. And, upon my word, madam, I don't much blame her; she was loth to trust one with her secrets, that was so very bad at keeping her own.

Miss RICHLAND. But, to add to their deceit, the young gentleman, it seems, pretends to make me serious proposals. My guardian and he are to be here presently, to open the affair in form. You know I am half my fortune if I refuse him.

GARNET. Yet, what can you do? For being, as you are, in love with Mr. Honeywood, madam-

Miss RICHLAND. How! idiot; what do you mean? In love with Mr. Honeywood! Is this to provoke me?

GARNET. That is, madam, in friendship with him; I meant nothing more than friendship, as I hope to be married; nothing more.

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Miss RICHLAND. Well, no more of this ! As to my guardian, and his son, they shall find me prepared to receive them; I'm resolved to accept their proposal with seeming pleasure, to mortify them by compliance, and so throw the refusal at lait upon them.

GARNET. Delicious! and that will secure your whole fortune to yourself. Well, who could have thought fo innocent a face could cover so much cuteness!

Miss RICHLAND. Why, girl, I oniy oppose my prudence to their cunning, and practise a lesson they have taught me against themselves.

GARNET. Then you're likely not long to want employment, for here they come, and in close conference.

Enter CROAKER, LEONTINE.

LEONTINE, Excuse me, Sir, if I seem to hesitate upon the point of putting to the lady so important a quef. tion.

CROAKER. Lord! good Sir, moderate your fears; you're so plaguy shy, that one would think you had changed sexes. I tell you we must have the half or the whole. Come, let me fee with what fpirit you begin? Well, why don't you ? Eh! What? Well

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then-I must, it seems-Miss Richland, my dear, I believe you guess at our business; an affair which my son here comes to open, that nearly concerns your happiness.

Miss RICHLAND.
Sir, I should be ungrateful not to be pleafed with
any thing that comes recommended by you.

CROAKER.
How, boy, could you desire a finer opening?
Why don't you begin, I say? (To Leont.)

LEONTINE.
'Tis true, madam, my father, madam, has some
intentions-hem-of explaining an affair—which
himself-can best explain, madam.

CROAKER.
Yes, my dear; it comes intirely from my son ;
it's all a request of his own, madam. And I will
permit him to make the best of it.

LEONTINE.
The whole affair is only this, madam; my

father has a proposal to make, which he insists none but himself shall deliver.

CROAKER. My mind misgives me, the fellow. will never be brought on. (Afide.) In short, madam, you see before you one that loves you; one whose whole happiness is all in you.

Miss RICHLAND. I never had any doubts of your regard, Sir; and I hope you can have none of my duty.

CROAKER. That's not the thing, iny little sweeting; my love! No, no, another guess lover than I; there he stands, madam, his very looks declare the force of his paflion-Call up a look you dog (Afide)-But then, had you feen him, as I have, weeping, speaking soliloquies and blank verse, fonctimes melancholy, and sometimes absent

Miss RICHLAND. I fear, Sir, he's absent now; or such a declaration would have come moit properly from himfelf.

CROAKER. Himself! madam, he would die before he could make such a confession; and if he had not a channel for his passion through me, it would ere now have drowned his undertanding.

Miss RICHLAND. I must grant, Sir, there are attractions in modest diffidence above the force of words. A filent address is the genuine eloquence of fincerity,

CROAKER. Madam, he has forgot to speak any other language; silence is become his mother tongue.

Miss RICHLAND. And it must be confeffed, Sir, it speaks very powerfully in his favour.

And yet I shall be

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