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Arch. Nay, if you adhere to those principles, Arch. O, de devil häng yourshelf, joy, you stop where you are.

know we were little boys togeder upon de school, Aim. I can't stop; for I love her to distraction, and your foster-moder's son was married upon *** Arch. 'Sdeath, if you love her a hair's breadth my nurse's shister, joy, and so we are Irish beyond discretion, you must go no farther. Aim. Well, well

, any thing to deliver us from Foig. De devil take de relationship! Vell, joy; sauntering away our idle evenings at White's, and fat school was it ? Tom's, or Will's--but now

Arch. I think it was- -Ay-'twas Tipperary. Arch. Ay, now is the time to prevent all this— Foig. Now, upon my shoul, joy, it was KilStrike while the iron is hot-The priest is the kenny. luckiest part of our adventure; he shall marry Aim. That's enough for us--self-confessionyou and pimp for me.

Come, Sir, we must deliver you into the hands of Aim. But I should not like a woman that can the next magistrate. be so fond of a Frenchman.

Arch. He sends you to gaol, you're tried next Arch. Alas, Sir, necessity has no law; the lady assizes, and away you go swing into purgatory. may be in distress. But if the plot lies as I sus- Foig. And is it so wid you, cussen? pect-I must put on the gentleman. But here Arch. It will be so wid you, cussen, if you don't comes the doctor; I shall be ready. [Exit. immediately confess the secret between you and

Mrs. Gipsey. Lookye, Sir, the gallows or the Enter FOIGARD.

secret, take your choice. Foig. Shave you, noble friend.

Foig. The gallows! Upon my shoul I hate Aim. O, Sir, your servant. Pray, doctor, may that shaame gallows, for it ish a disease dat is I crave your name?

fatal to our family.-Vell

, den, there is nothing, Foigard, joy. Aim. Foigard! a very good for a clergyman. harm, joy, for I am to conduct the count to de

count in Pray, Doctor Foigard, were you ever in Ireland ? plaash myself.

Foig. Ireland! No, joy. Fat sort of a plaace Arch. As I guessed.—Have you communicated is dat shame Ireland ? Dey say de people are the matter to the count? catched dere when they are young.

Foig. I have not seen him since. Aim. And some of them here when they are Arch. Right again; why then, doctor-you old, -as for example-[ Takes FOIGARD by the shall conduct me to the lady instead of the count? shoulder.] Sir, I arrest you as a traitor against Foig. Fat, my cussen to the lady! upon my government; you are a subject of England, and shoul, gra, dát 's too much upon the brogue. this morning showed me a commission, by which Arch. Come, come, doctor, consider we have you served as chaplain in the French army got a rope about your neck, and if you offer to This is death by our law, and your reverence squeak, we'll stop your windpipe, most certainly; must hang for it.

we shall have another job for you in a day or two, Foig. Upon my shoul, noble_friend, dis is I hope. strange news you tell me; fader Foigard a sub- Aiin. Here's company coming this way; let's ject of England! de son of a burgomaster at into my chamber, and there concert our affairs Brussels a subject of England ! Ubooboo- further.

Aim. The son of a bog-trotter in Ireland. Sir, Arch. Come, my dear cussen, come along your tongue will condemn you before any bench

Foig. Arrah, the devil take our relationship. in the kingdom.

[Exeunt. Foig. Ånd is my tongue all your evidensh, joy? Aim. That's enough.

Enter BONIFACE, HOUNslow, and BAGSHOT, at Foig. No, no, joy, for I will never spaak Eng

one door, GIBBET at the opposite. lish no more.

Gib. Well, gentlemen, 'tis a fine night for our Aim. Sir, I have other evidence. Here, Mar- enterprise. tin, you know this fellow.

Houn. Dark as hell.

Bag. And blows like the devil: our landlord Enter ARCHER.

here has shown us the window where we must Arch. [In a brogue.] Shave you, my dear break in, and tells us the plate stands in the cussen, how does your health?

wainscot cupboard in the parlour. Foig. Ah! upon my soul, dere is my country- Bon. Ay, ay, Mr. Bagshot, as the saying is, man, and his brogue will hang mine. [Aside.] knives and forks, cups and cans, tumblers and Mynhere, Ick wet neal watt hey zacht, ich Uni- tankards-There's one tankard, as the saying is, verston ewe neet, sacramant.

that's near upon as big as me; it was a present Aim. Altering your language wont do, Sir; to the 'squire from his godmother, and smells of this fellow knows your person, and will swear to nutmeg and toast, like an East India ship.

Houn. Then you say we must divide at the Foig. Faash! Fey, is der de broguo upon my stair-head. faash, too?

Bon. Yes, Mr. Hounslow, as the saying isArch. Upon my salvation dere is, joy.-But, At one end of the gallery lies my Lady Bountiful cussen Mackshane, vill you not put a remem- and her daughter, and at the other Mrs. Sullen. brance upon me?

-As for the 'squireFoig. Mackshane! by St. Patrick, dat ish my Gib. He's safe enough; I have fairly entered name sure enough.

[Aside. him, and he's more than half seas over already-Aim. I fancy, Archer, you have it.

But such a parcel of scoundrels are got about him Foig. The devil hang you, joy-By fat ac- there, that egad, I was ashamed to be seen in quaintance are you my cussen

their company.

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your face.

Bon. 'Tis now twelve, as the saying is-Gen- Sul. What! not lie with my wife! Why, Sir, tlemen, you must set out at one.

do you take me for an atheist, or a rake? Gib. Hounslow, do you and Bagshot see our Šir C. If you hate her, Sir, I think you had arms fixed, and I'll come to you presently.

better lie from her. Houn. and Bag. We will.

Sul. I think so too, friend-But I am a justice [Exeunt Houn. and Bag. I of peace, and must do nothing against the law. Gib. Well, my dear Bonny, you assure me Sir C. Law! as I take it, Mr. Justice, nobody that Scrub is a coward?

observes law for law's sake, only for the good of Bon. A chicken, as the saying is--You'll have those for whom it was made. no creature to deal with but the ladies.

Sul. But if the law orders me to send you to Gib. And I can assure you, friend, there's a gaol, you must lie there, my friend. great deal of address and good manners in rob- Sir C. Not unless I commit a crime to de bing a lady: I am the most

a gentleman that way serve it. that ever travelled the road.-But, my dear Bon- Sul. A crime! oons, an't I married ? ny, this prize will be a galleon, a Vigo business- Sir.C. Nay, Sir, if you call marriage a crime, I warrant you, we shall bring off three or four you must disown it for a law. thousand pounds.

Sul. EhI must be acquainted with you, Sir Bon. In plate, jewels, and money, as the say- -But, Sir, I should be very glad to know the ing is, you may

truth of this matter. Gib. Why, then, Tyburn, I defy thee: I'll get Sir C. Truth, Sir, is a profound sea, and few up to town, sell off my horse and arms, but my- there be that dare wade deep enough to find out self some pretty employment in the law, and be the bottom on't. Besides, Sir, I am afraid the line as snug and as honest as e'er a long gown of of your understanding mayn't be long enough. them all.

Sul. Lookye, Sir, I have nothing to say to Bon. And what think you, then, of my daugh- your sea of truth; but, if a good parcel of land ter Cherry for a wife?

can entitle a man to a little truth, I have as much Gib. Lookye, my dear Bonny, Cherry is the as any he in the country. goddess I adore, as the song goes; but it is a Bon. I never heard your worship, as the saymaxim, that man and wife should never have it ing is, talk so much before. in their power to hang one another; for, if they

Sul. Because I never met with a man that I should, the Lord have mercy upon them both. liked before.

[Exeunt. Bon. Pray, Sir, as the saying is, let me ask you

one question: Are not man and wife one flesh ? ACT V.

Sir C. You and your wife, Mr. Guts, may be

one flesh, because you are nothing else--but raSCENE I.-The Inn.

tional creatures have minds that must be united. Enter BONIFACE.

Sul. Minds ?
Bon. Coming, coming--a coach and six foam- mind takes place of the body?

Sir C. Ay, minds, Sir; don't you think that ing horses at this time o'night! some great man,

Sul. In some people. as the saying is, for he scorns to travel with

Sir C. Then the interest of the master must other people.

be consulted before that of his servant. Enter SIR CHARLES FREEMAN.

Şul. Sir, you shall dine with me to-morrowSir C. What, fellow! a public house, and a- | Oons, I always thought that we were naturally bed when other people sleep! Bon. Sir, I an't a-bed, as the saying is.

Sir C. Sir, I know that my two hands are naSir C. I see that, as the saying is! Is Mr. turally one, because they love one another, kiss Sullen's family a-bed, think ye?

one another, help one another in all the actions Bon. All but the 'squire himself, Sir, as the of life; but I could not say so much if they were saying is: he's in the house.

always at cuffs. Sir C. What company has he?

Sul. Then, 'tis plain we are two. Bon. Why, Sir, there's the constable-Mr. Sir C. Why don't you part with her, Sir ? Gage, the exciseman—the hunch-backed barber Sul. Will you take her, Sir ? -and two or three other gentlemen.

Sir C. With all my heart. Sir C. I find my sister's letters gave me the

Sul. You shall have her to-morrow morning. true picture of her spouse.

and a venison pasty into the bargain.

Sir C. You'll let me have her fortune too? Enter SULLEN, drunk.

Sul. Fortune! why, Sir, I have no quarrel to Bon. Sir, here's the 'squire.

her fortune-I only hate the woman, Sir, and Sul. The puppies left me asleep-Sir. none but the woman shall go. Sir C. Well, Sir.

Sir C. But her fortune, SirSul. Sir, I am an unfortunate man-I have Sul. Can you play at whist, Sir? three thousand pounds a-year, and I can't get a Sir. C. No, truly, Sir. man to drink a cup of ale with me.

Sul. Nor at all-fours. Sir C. That's very hard.

Sir C. Neither. Sul. Ay, Sir; and unless you have pity upon Sul. Oons! where was this man bred ? [Aside.] me, and smoke one pipe with me, I must e’en go Burn me, Sir, I can't go home; 'tis but two home to my wife, and I had rather go to the devil o'clock. by one half.

Sir. C. For half an hour, Sir, if you pleaseSir C. But I presume, Sir, you wont see your but you must consider 'tis late. wife to-night, she'll be gone to-bed-you don't Sul. Late! that is the reason I can't go to bed use to lie with your wife in that pickle.

-Come, Sir.

[Exeunt.

one.

the news.

me.

Enter CHERRY; she runs across the stage, and Arch. And I with wonder. knocks at AIMWELL'S chamber-door. Enter

[Looks passionately at her. AIMWELL, in his nightcap and gown. .

Mrs. S. What will become of me? Aim. What's the matter? you tremble, child;

Arch. How beautiful she looks !—the teeming, you are frighted!

jolly spring smiles in her blooming face, and Cher. No, wonder, Sir-but, in short, Sir, this when she was conceived, her mother smelt to very minute a gang of rogues are gone to rob my Lilies unfold their white, their fragrant charms,

roses, looked on lilies-Lady Bountiful's house. Aim. How!

When the warm sun that darts into their arms. Cher. I dogged them to the very door, and left

(Runs to her. them breaking in.

Mrs. S. Ah!

[ Shrieks. Aim. Have you alarmed any body else with

Arch. Oons, Madam, what do you mean?

you'll raise the house. Cher. No, no, Sir; I wanted to have discovered

Mrs. S. Sir, I'll wake the dead, before I'll bear the whole plot, and twenty other things, to your this. What ! approach me with the freedom of a man, Martin; but I have searched the whole keeper! I'm glad on 't; your impudence has cured house, and can't find him; where is he? Aim. No matter, child; will you guide me im

Arch. If this be impudence, [Kneels.] I leave mediately to the house?

to your partial self; no panting pilgrim, after a Cher. With all my heart, Sir; my Lady Boun- tedious, painful voyage, e'er bowed before his tiful is my godmother, and I love Miss Dorinda saint with more devotion. so well

Mrs. S. Now, now, I'm ruin'd if he kneels. Aim. Dorinda ! the name inspires me! the glory [Aside. Rise, thou prostrate engineer; not all and the danger shall be all my own

own-Come, my

thy undermining skill shall reach my heart. Rise, life, let me but get my sword. [Exeunt.

and know that I am a woman without my sex; I SCENE II.-A Bed-chamber in LADY Boun- can love to all the tenderness of wishes, sighs,

and tears.-But go no farther-Still, to convince TIFUL's House.

you that I'm more than woman, I can speak my Mrs. SULLEN and Dorinda discovered; a table frailty, confess my weakness even for youand lights.

But Dor. 'Tis very late, sister; no news of your Arch. For me! [Going to lay hold on her. spouse yet?

Mrs. S. Hold, Sir; build not upon that,for Mrs. s. No; I'm condemned to be alone till my most mortal hatred follows, if you disobey towards four, and then, perhaps, I may be exe- what I command you now leave me this minute. cuted with his company.

If he denies, I'm lost.

[Aside. Dor. Well, my dear, I'll leave you to your Arch. Then you'll promisePest; you'll go directly to bed, I suppose.

Mrs. S. Any thing, another time.
Mrs. s. I don't know what to do; heigho! Arch. When shall I come?
Dor. That's a desiring sigh, sister.

Mrs. S. To-morrow-when you will.
Mrs. S. This is a languishing hour, sister. Arch. Your lips must seal the promise.

Dor. And might prove a critical minute, if Mrs. S. Pshaw ! the pretty fellow were here.

Arch. They must, they must. [Kisses her.] Mrs. Š. Here! what, in my bed-chamber, at Raptures and paradise! and why not now, my . two o'clock i'th' morning! I undressed, the family angel ? The time, the place, silence, and secresy, asleep, my hated husband abroad, and my lovely all conspire--And now the conscious stars have fellow at my feet !—0, gad, sister!

pre-ordained this moment for my happiness. Dor. Thoughts are free, sister, and them I

[Takes her in his arms. allow you—So, my dear, good night. [Exit. Mrs. S. You will not, cannot, sure.

Mrs. S. A good rest to my dear Dorinda- Arch. If the sun rides fast, and disappoints not Thoughts free! are they so ? why, then, suppose mortals of to-morrow's dawn, this night shall him here, dressed like a youthful, gay, and burn- crown my joys. ing bridegroom, [ARCHER steals out of the closet.] Mrs. Š. My sex's pride assist me. with tongue enchanting, eyes bewitching, knees Arch. My sex's strength help me. imploring--[ Turns a little on one side, and sees Mrs. S. You shall kill me first. ARCHER in the posture she describes.] Ah! Arch. I'll die with you. [Carrying her of [Shrieks, and runs to the other side of the stage.] Mrs. S. Thieves ! thieves! murder !Have my thoughts raised a spirit? What are you, Sir! a man or a devil ?

Enter SCRUB, in his breeches, and one shoe. Arch. A man, a man, Madam. [Rising. Scrub. Thieves ! thieves ! murder! popery! Mrs. S. How shall I be sure of it ?

Arch. Ha! [Draws, and offers to stab ŠCRUB. Arch. Madam, I'll give you demonstration this Scrub. [Kneeling:) 0, pray, Sir, spare all I minute.

[Takes her hand. have, and take my life. Mrs. S. What, Sir! do you intend to be rude ? Mrs. S. [Holding ARCHER's hand.] What Arch. Yes, Madam, if you please.

does the fellow mean? Mrs. S. In the name of wonder, whence came ye? Scrub. O, Madam, down upon your knees,

Arch. From the skies, Madam_I'm a Jupiter your marrow-bones--he's one of them. in love, and you shall be my Alcmena.

Arch. Of whom? Mrs. s. How came you in ?

Scrub. One of the rogues—I beg your pardon, Arch. I flew in at the window, Madam, your one of the honest gentlemen, that just now are cousin Cupid lent me his wings, and your sister broke into the house. Venus opened the casement.

Arch. How ! Mrs. S. I'm struck dumb with admiration. Mrs. S. I hope you did not come to rob me?

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my honour.

Arch. Indeed I did, Madam, but I would have Arch. How many are there of them, Scrub? taken nothing but what you might very well have Scrub. Five and forty, Sir. spared; but your crying thieves has waked this Arch. Then I must" kill the villain, to have dreaming fool, and so he takes them for granted. | him out of the way.

Scrub. Granted! 'tis granted, Sir; take all we Gib. Hold ! hold! Sir; we are but three, upon Rave.

Mrs. S. The fellow looks as if he were broke Arch. Scrub, will you undertake to secure him ut of Bedlam.

Scrub. Not I, Sir; kill him, kill him! Scrub. Oons, Madam, they're broke into the Arch. Run to Gipsey's chamber; there you'll nouse with fire and sword; I saw them, heard find the doctor; bring him hither presently. (Exit them, they'll be here this minute.

SCRUB, running.] Come, rogue, if you have a Arch: What! thieves?

short prayer, say it. Scrub. Under favour, Sir, I think so.

Gib. Sir, I have no prayer at all; the governMrs. S. What shall we do, Sir ?

ment has provided a chaplain to say prayers for Arch. Madam, I wish your ladyship a good us on these occasions. night.

Mrs. S. Pray, Sir, don't kill him; you fright Mrs. S. Will you leave me?

me as much as him. Arch. Leave you! lord, Madam, did not you

Arch. The dog shall die, Madam, for being command me to be gone just now, upon the pain the occasion of my disappointment. Sirrah, this of your mortal hatred.

moment is your last. Mrs. S. Nay, but pray, Sir

Gib. Sir, I'll give you two hundred pounds to

[Takes hold of him. spare my life. Arch. Ha, ha, ha! now comes my turn to be Arch. Have you no more, rascal ? ravished.--You see now, Madam, you must use Gib. Yes, Sir, I can command four hundred ; mnen one way or other; but take this by the way, but I must reserve two of them to save my life at good Madam, that none but a fool will give you the sessions. the benefit of his courage, unless you take his love

Enter SCRUB and FOIGARD. along with it. How are they armed, friend? Scrub, With sword and pistol, Sir.

Arch. Here, doctor; I suppose Scrub and you,

between you, may manage him.—Lay hold of [He gets under the table.

him. Arch. Hush! I see a dark lantern coming

[FOIGARD lays hold of Gibber.

Gib. What! turned over to the priest already through the gallery-Madam, be assured I will

-Lookye, doctor, you come before your time; I protect you, or lose my life.

an't condemned yet, I thank ye. Mrs. S. Your life ! no, Sir, they can rob me of nothing that I value half so much; therefore, body and your shoul too; I will make you a good

Foig. Come, my dear joy, I vil secure your now, Sir, let me entreat you to be gone. Arch. No, Madam, I'll consult my own safety

catholic, and give you an absolution.

Gib. Absolution! can you procure me a parfor the sake of yours; I'll work by stratagem: don, doctor ? have you courage enough to stand the appearance

Foig. No, joy. of them. Mrs. S. Yes, yes; since I have escaped your the devil.

Gib. Then you and your absolution may go to hands, I can face any thing. Arch. Come hither, brother Scrub: don't you him. Take the pistol, and if he offers to resist,

Arch. Convey him into the cellar, there bind know me?

shoot him through the head,-and come back to Scrub. Eh! my brother, Martin.

us with all the speed you can. Arch. This way, Here

Scrub. Ay, ay; come, doctor, do you hold him [ARCHER and SCRUB hide.

fast, and I'll guard him. Enter GIBBET, with a dark lantern in one hand, and

[Exit SCRUB, GIBBET, and FOGARD. a pistol in the other.

Mrs. S. But how came the doctor ? Gib. Ay, ay, this is the chamber, and the lady "Sdeath! the rogues are at work with the other

Arch. In short, Madam-- Shrieking without.] alone. Mrs. S. Who are you, Sir? What would you must fly to their assistance–Will you stay here,

ladies : I'm vexed I parted with the pistol; but I have ? D'ye come to rob me?

Gib. Rob you! Alack-a-day, Madam, I'm only Madam, or venture yourself with me? a younger brother, Madam; and so, Madam, if

Mrs. S. Oh, with you, dear Sir, with you. you make a noise, I'll shoot you through the

(Tukes him by the arm, and Excunt. head: but don't be afraid, Madam. [Laying his

SCENE III.-Another Apartment. lantern and pistol upon the table. These rings, Enter HOUNSLOW, dragging in LADY BOUNTIMadam; don't be concerned, Madam; I have a

FUL, and BACSHOT hauling in DORINDA. TIE profound respect for you, Madam; your keys,

Rogues with swords drawn. Madam; don't be frighted, Madam; I'm the most

Houn. Come, come, your jewels, mistress. of a gentleman-[ Searching her pockets.] This

Bag. Your keys, your keys, old gentlewoman. necklace, Madam; I never was rude to any lady! I have a veneration--for this necklace.

Enter AIMWELL. [Here ARCHER, having come round and seized the Aim. Turn this way, villains; I durst engage

pistol, takes GIBBET by the collar, trips up his an army in such a cause. heels, and claps the pistol to his breast.

[He engages them both, Arch. Hold, profane villain, and take the re

Enter ARCHER and MRS. SULLEN. ward of thy sacrilege.

Arch. Hold! hold! my lord; every man his Gib. Oh! pray, Sir, don't kill me; I an't pre- bird, pray. [Fight; the rogues are disarmed. pared.

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it in his power.

stone.

Aim. No, no; we'll bind them.

-Was not this blood shed in your defence, and Arch. Ay, ay; here, Madam, lend me your my life exposed for your protection ?-Lookye, garter. [To Mrs. SULLEN, whó stands by him. Madam, I'm none of your romantic fools, that *Mrs. S. The devil's in this fellow; he fights, fight giants and monsters for nothing; my valour loves, and banters, all in a breath: here's a rope is downright Swiss; I am a soldier of fortune, and that the rogues brought with them, I suppose. must be paid. Arch. Right, right, the rogue's destiny, a rope

Mrs. Š. "Tis ungenerous in you, Sir, to upo hang himself-Come, my lord—this is but a braid me with your services. scandalous sort of an office, (Binding the rogues Arch. "Tis ungenerous in you, Madam, not to together.] if our adventure should end in this reward them. sort of hangman work; but I hope there is some- Mrs. S. How! at the expense of my honour! thing in prospect that

Arch. Honour! Can honour consist with in

gratitude! If you would deal like a woman of Enter SCRUB.

honour, do like a man of honour: d’ye think I Well

, Scrub, have you secured your Tartar ? would deny you in such a case ? Scrub. Yes, Sir, I left the priest and him dis

Enter GIPSEY. puting about religion.

Gip. Madam, my lady has ordered me to tell Aim. And pray carry these gentlemen to reap you, that your brother is below at the gate. the benefit of the controversy.

Mrs. S. My brother! Heavens be praised :[Delivers the prisoners to SCRUB, who leads Sir, he shall thank you for your services; he has

them out. Mrs. S. Pray, sister, how came my lord here?

Arch. Who is your brother, Madam? Dor. And pray, how came the gentleman here? Mrs. S. Sir Charles Freeman. You'll excuse Mrs. S. I'll tell you the greatest piece of vil

me, Sir; I must go and receive him.

[Exit. lany[They talk in dumb show.

Arch. Sir Charles Freeman ! 'Sdeath and Aim. I fancy, Archer, you have been more hell !-my old acquaintance. Now, unless Aimsuccessful in your adventure than the house- well has made good use of his time, all our fair breakers. Arch. No matter for my adventure, yours is

machine goes souse into the sea, like the Eddy

[Exit. the principal—Press her this minute to marry you-now while she's hurried between the pal

SCENE IV-A Gallery in the same House. pitation of her fear, and the joy of her deliver

Enter AIMWELL and DORINDA. ance; now while the tide of her spirits are at high'flood :-throw yourself at her feet, speak --Your late generous action will, I hope, plead

Dor. Well, well, my lord, you have conquered. some romantic nonsense or other-confound her for my easy yielding; though I must own your senses, bear down her reason, and away with her. The priest is now in the cellar, and dare lordship had a friend in the fort before.

Aim. The sweets of Hybla dwell upon her not refuse to do the work.

Aim. But how shall I get off without being tongue. Here, doctor observed?

Enter FOIGARD, with a book. Arch. You a lover, and not find a way to get Foig. Are you prepared, bote ? off!--Let me see.

Dor. I'm ready; but first, my lord, one word Aim. You bleed, Archer.

I have a frightful example of a hasty marriage in Arch 'Sdeath, I'm glad on't; this wound will my own family; when I reflect upon't, it shocks do the liusiness--I'll amuse the old lady and Mrs. me. Pray, my lord, consider a littleSullen about dressing my wound, while you Aim. Consider ! do you doubt my honour or carry off Dorinda.

Lady B. Gentlemen, could we understand Dor. Neither. I do believe you equally just how you would be gratified for the services as brave-. And were your whole sex drawn out

Arch. Come, come, my lady, this is no time for for me to choose, I should not cast a look upon the compliments ; I'm wounded, Madam.

multitude, if you were absent—But, my lord, I'm Lady B. & Mrs. S. How! wounded!

a woman :--colours, concealments, may hide a Dor. I hope, Sir, you have received no hurt? thousand faults in me-Therefore know me bet

[ TO AIM. ter first; I hardly dare affirm I know myself in Aim. None but what you may cure. (Makes love. any thing except my love.

Lady B. Let me see your arm, Sir-I must Aim. Such goodness who could injure? I find have some powder-sugar, to stop the blood-O myself unequal to the task of villain. She has me! an ugly gash; upon my word, Sir, you gained my soul, and made it honest like her own into bed.

I cannot hurt her. [Aside.] Doctor, retire. Arch. Ay, my lady, a bed would do very well [Exit FOIGARD.] Madam, behold your lover and ---Madam ITO MRS. SULLEN.] will you do me your proselyte, and judge of my passion by my the favour to conduct me to a chamber?

conversion--I'm all a lie, nor dare I give a ficLady B. Do, do, daughter-while I get the tion to your arms; I'm all a counterfeit, except lint, and the probe, and the plaister, ready.

my passion. [Runs out one way; AIM. carries off Dor. Dor. Forbid it, Heaven! a counterfeit ! another.

Aim. I am no lord, but a poor needy man, Arch. Come, Madam, why don't you obey come, with a mean and scandalous design, to your mother's commands?

prey upon your fortune !--but the beauties of Mrs: How can you, after what is past, have your mind and person have so won me from mythe confidence to ask me ?

self, that, like a trusty servant, I prefer the inArch. And if you go to that, how can you, af- terest of my mistress to my own. ber what is past, have the confidence to deny me ? Dor. Pray, Sir, who are you?

my love?

must go

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