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true standard of equality is seated in the mind : those, who think nobly, are noble.

Patty. The farmer, my lord, is a very honest man,

Lord A. The farmer is an illbred, illiterate booby; and what happiness can you propose to yourself in such a society - Then, as to his person, I am sureBut, perhaps, Patty, you like him? and, if so, I am doing a wrong thing.

Patty. I hope, my lord, he has not incurred your displeasure

Lord A. That's of no signification.—Could I find as many good qualities in him as you do, perhaps But'tis enough, he's a fellow I don't like; and, as you have a regard for him, I would have you advise him to provide himself with another farm.

Patty. My lord, I am very unfortunate.

Lord 4. She loves him, 'tis plain- Come, Patty, don't cry; I would not willingly do anything to make you uneasy.-Have you seen Miss Sycamore yet?-1 suppose you know, she and I are going to be married?

Patty. So, I hear, my lord.- -Heaven make you both happy!

Lord A. Thank you, Patty ; I hope we shall be happy.

Patty. Upon my knees, upon my knees, I pray it! may every earthly bliss attend you! may your days prove an uninterrupted course of delightful tranquillity! and your mutual friendship, confidence, and love, end, but with

lives! Lord A. Rise, Patty, rise ; say no more-I suppose, you'll wait upon Miss Sycamore before you go away—at present, I have a little business- As I said, Patty, don't afflict yourself: I have been somewhat hasty with regard to the farmer; but since I see how deeply you are interested in his affairs, I may possibly alter my designs with regard to him-You

your

know--You know, Patty, your marriage with him is no concern of mine-I only speak.

AIR.

My passion, in vain, I attempt to dissemble ;

Th' endeavour to hide it, but makes it appear : Enraptur'd I gaze ; when I touch her, I tremble,

And speak to, and hear, her with falt'ring and fear,

By how

many

cruel ideas tormented!' My blood's in a ferment; it freezes, it burns : This moment I wish what, the next, is repented ; While love, rage, and jealousy, rack me by turns.

[Exit.

Enter GILES.

Giles. Miss Pat-Odd rabbit it, I thought his honour was here; and, I wish I may die, if my heart did not jump into my mouth-Come, come down in all haste, there's such rig below, as you never knew in your born days. There's as good as forty of the tenants, men and maidens, have got upon the lawn, before the castle, with pipers and garlands, just for all the world as tho'f it was Mayday; and the quality's looking at them out of the windows —'Tis as true as any thing-on account of my lord's coming home with his new lady.

Patty. Well, and what then?

Giles. Why, I was thinking, if so be as you would come down, as we might take a dance together: little Sal, farmer Harrow's daughter, of the Green, would fain have had me for a partner ; but I said as how, I'd go for one I liked beiter-one that I'd make a partner for life.

Patty. Did you say so?

like yoll.

Giles. Yes, and she was struck all of a heap-she had not a word to throw to a dog—for Sal and I kept company once, for a little bit.

Patty. Farmer, I am going to say something to you, and I desire you'll listen to it attentively. It seems, you think of our being married together?

Giles. Think? why, I think of nothing else; it's all over the place, mun, as how you are to be my spouse, and you would not believe what game folks make of me!

Patty. Shall I talk to you, like a friend, Farmer?You and I were never designed for one another; and I am morally certain we should not be happy.

Giles. Oh, as for that matter, I never has no words with nobody.

Patty. Shall I speak plainer to you then - I don't Giles. No! that's very odd !

Patty. On the contrary, you are disagreeable to me.

Giles. Am I?

Patty. Yes, of all things-1 deal with you sincerely.

Giles. Whý, I thought, Miss Pat, the affair between you and I, was all fixed and settled.

Patty. Well, let this undeceive you-Be assured, we shall never be man and wife. No offer shall persuade, no command force me.--You know my mind, make your advantage of it.

AIR,
Was I sure a life to lead,

Wretched as the vilest slave,

Every hardship would I brave ;
Rudest toil, severest need ;

Ere yield my hand so coolly,

To the man, who never truly,
Could my heart in keeping have. [Exit.

Giles. Here's a turn ! I don't know what to make of it-she's gone mad, that's for sartin; wit and learning have cracked her brain-Poor soul, poor soulIt is often the case of those who have too much of them.- Lord, Lord, how sorry I be!-But hold, she says I baint to her mind-mayn't all this be the effect of modish coyness, to do like the gentlewomen, because she was bred among them ? And, I have heard say, they will be upon their vixen tricks, till they go into the very church with a man.

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Tho'f, mayhap, she likes him mainly,

Still she shams it coy and cold ;
Fearing to confess it plainly,

Lest the folks should think her bold,

But the parson comes in sight,

Gives the word to bill and coo; "Tis a different story quite.

And she quickly buckles to.

(Exit.

SCENE II.

A View of Lord AIMWORTH's House ; A Seat under

a Tree, and Part of the Garden Wall, with a Chinese Pavilion over it; several Country People appear dancing, others looking on; among whom are, MERVin, disguised, RALPH, Fanny, and a Number of GIPSJES. After the Dancers go off, THEODOSIA and Patty enter through a Gate, supposed to have a connexion with the principal Building.

Theod. Well then, my dear Patty, you will run away from us ?-but why in such a hurry? I have a thousand things to say to you.

Patty. I shall do myself the honour to pay my duty to you some other time, madam; at present, I really find myself a little indisposed.

Theod. Nay, I would by no means lay you under any restraint.

Patty. Well, madam, you have the sages, poets, and philosophers, of all ages, to countenance your way of thinking.

Theod. And you, my little philosophical friend, don't you

think in the right too? Patty. Yes, indeed, madam, perfectly.

me

AIR.

Frust me, would you taste true pleasure,
Without mixture, without

measure,
No where shall you find the treasure

Sure as in the sylvan sceng :

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