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" This day the powder'd curls and golden coat," Says swelling Crispin, “ begg'd a cobler's vote.” This night, our wit,” the pert apprentice cries, " Lies at my feet, I hiss him, and he dies.” The great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing tribe ; The bard may supplicate, but cannot bribe. Yet judg'd by those, whose voices ne'er were fold, He feels no want of ill-persuading gold; But confident of praise, if praise be due, Trufts without fear, to merit, and to you.

DR A M A TIS PERSON Æ.

M E N. Mr. Honeywood,

Mr. Powell. Croaker,

Mr. SHUTER. Lofty,

Mr. WOODWARD. Sir William Honeywood, Mr. CLARKE. Leontine,

Mr. Bensley. Jarvis,

Mr. DUNSTALL. Butler,

Mr. CUSHING, Bailiff,

Mr. R. SMITH. Dubardieu,

Mr. HOLTOM.
Postboy,

Mr. QUICK.
W O M E N.
Miss Richland,

Mrs. BULKELEÚ. Olivia,

Mrs. MATTOCKS, Mrs. Croaker,

Mrs. Pitt. Garnet,

Mrs. GREEN.
Landlady,

Mrs. WHITE.
S CE N E, LONDON.

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Sir WILLIAM. GOOD

Jarvis, make no apologies for this honeft bluntness. Fidelity, like yours, is the best excase for every freedom.

JARVIS. I can't help being blunt, and being very angry too, when I hear you talk of disinheriting so good, so worthy a young gentleman as your nephew, my master. All the world loves him.

Sir William. Say rather, that he loves all the world; that is his fault.

Jarvis. I'm sure there is no part of it more dear to him than you are, though he has not seen you since he was a child,

Sir WILLIAM. What signifies his affection to me ; or how can I be proud of a place in a heart where every sharper and coxcomb find an easy entrance ?

Jarvis. I grant you that he is rather too good-natur'd; that he's too much every man's man; that he laughs this minute with one, and cries the next with another : but whose instructions may he thank for all this?

Sir WILLIAM. Not mine, sure? My letters to him during my employment in Italy, taught him only that philosophy which might prevent, not defend his errors.

JARVIS. Faith, begging your honour's pardon, I'm sorry they taught him any philosophy at all; it has only serv'd to spoil him. This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey. For my own part, whenever I hear him mention the name on't, I'm always fure he's going to play the fool.

Sir WILLIAM Don't let us ascribe his faults to his philosophy, I entreat you. No, Jarvis, his good nature arises rather from his fears of offending the importunate, than his defire of making the deserving happy.

JARVIS. What it rises from, I don't know. - But, to be fure, every body has it, that asks it.

Sir WILLIAM. Ay, or that does not ask it. I have been now for some time a concealed spectator of his follies, and find them as boundless as his diffipation.

JARVIS. And yet, faith, he has some fine name or other for them all. He calls his extravagance, generosity; and his trusting every body, universal benevolence, It was but last week he went security for a fellow whose face he scarce knew, and that he called an act of exalted mu -mu-munificence; ay, that was the name he gave it.

Sir WILLIAM. And upon that I proceed, as my last effort, though with very little hopes to reclaim him. That very fellow has just absconded, and I have taken up the security. Now, my intention is to involve him in fictitious distress, before he has plunged himself into real calamity.' To arreft him for that very debt, to clap an officer upon him, and then let him fee which of his friends will come to his relief.

JARVIS. Well, if I could but any way see him thoroughly vexed, every groan of his would be music to me; yet faith, I believe it impossible. I have tried to fret him myself every morning these three years ; but, instead of being angry, he fits as calmly to. hear me scold, as he does to his hair-dreffer.

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Sir WILLIAM. We must try him once more, howeyer, and I'll go this instant to put my scheme into execution; and I don't despair of succeeding, as, by your means, I can have frequent opportunities of being about him, without being known. What a pity it is, Jarvis, that any man's good-will to others should produce so much neglect of himself, as to require correction? Yet, we must touch his weaknesses with a delicate hand. There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence, that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.

(Exit, JARVIS. Well, go thy ways, Sir William Honeywood. It is not without reason that the world allows thee to be the best of men. But here comes his hopeful nephew; the strange, good-natur’d, foolish, openhearted - And yet, all his faults are such that one loves him ftill the better for them.'

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Enter Honeywood.

HONEYWOOD.
Well, Jarvis, what messages from my friends this
morning?

JARVIS.
You have no friends.

HONEYWOOD.
Well ; from my acquaintance then?

JARVIS,

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