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Mrs Frail. Fie, miss! amongst your linen you Tatt. No, no; they don't mean that. must say; you must never say smock.

Miss Prue. No! what then? What shall you
Miss Prue. Why, it is not bawdy, is it, cousin and I do together?
Tatt. Oh, madam! you are too severe upon

Tatt. I must make love to you, pretty miss ; miss :

: you must not find fault with her pretty will you let nie make love to you? simplicity; it becomes her strangely. Pretty miss,

Miss Prue. Yes, if you please. don't let them persuade you out of your inno Tatt. Frank, egad, at least. What a pox does cency!

Mrs Foresight mean by this civility? Is it toMrs Fore. Oh, demn you, toad! I wish you make a fool of me? or does she leave us todon't persuade her out of her innocency ! gether out of good morality, and do as she would

Tatt. Who I, madam? O Lord, how can your be done by? Egad, I'll understand it so. (Aside. ladyship have such a thought? sure you don't Miss Prue. Well, and how will you make love know me!

to me!--Come, I long to have you begin. Must Mrs Frail. Ah, devil, sly devil! He's as close, I make love, too? You must tell me how. sister, as a confessor. He thinks we don't ob Tatt. You must let me speak, miss; you must serve him.

not speak first. I must ask you questions, and Mrs Fore. A cunning cur! how soon he could you must answer. find out a fresh harmless creature- and left us, Miss Prue. Wbat, is it like the catechism? sister, presently.

Come, then, ask me. Tati. Upon reputation

Tatt. D’ye think you can love me? Mrs Frail. They're all so, sister, these men;

Miss Prue. Yes. they are as fond of it, as of being first in the fa Tatt. Pooh, pox, you must not say yes alshion, or of seeing a new play the first day. I ready. I shan't care a farthing for you, then, in warrant it would break Mr Tattle's heart, to think a twinkling. that any body else should be before-hand with Miss Prue. What must I say then? him!

Tatt. Why, you must say, no; or, believe not; Tatt. Oh, Lord! I swear I would not for the or, you can't tell. world

Miss Prue. Why, must I tell a lie, then? Mrs Frail. O, hang you; who'll believe you? Tatt. Yes, if you'd be well-bred. All wellYou'll be hanged before you'd confess—we know bred persons lie-Besides, you are a woman; you-she's very pretty! Lord, what pure red and you must never speak what you think : your words white ! she looks só wholesome; ne'er stir, I must contradict your thoughts; but your actions don't know, but I fancy if I were a man may contradict your words. So, when I ask you,

Miss Prue. How you love to jeer one, cousin. if you can love me, you must say, no; but you

Mrs Fore. Hark'ee, sister-by my soul, the must love me, too. If I tell you you are handgirl is spoiled already—d'ye think she'll ever en some, you must deny it, and say, I flatter you. dure a great lubberly tarpawlin? Gad, I warrant But you must think yourself more charming than you she won't let him come near her, after Mr I speak you—and like ine for the beauty which Tattle.

I say you have, as much as if I had it myself. If Mrs Frail. On my soul, I'm afraid not-eh! I ask you to kiss me, you must be angry; but filthy creature, that smells all of pitch and tar ! you must not refuse me. If I ask you for more, Devil take you, you confounded toad-why did you must be more angry, but more complying; you see her before she was married ?

and as soon as ever I make you say, you'll cry Mrs Fore. Nay, why did we let him? My hus- out, you must be sure to hold your tongue. band will hang us; he'll think we brought them Niiss Prue. O Lord, I swear this is pure !-I acquainted.

like it better than our old-fashioned country way Mrs Frail. Come, faith, let us be gone; if my of speaking one's mind. And must not you lie, too? brother Foresight should find us with them, he'd Tatt. Hum !-Yes; but you must believe I think so, sure enough.

speak truth. Mrs Fore. So he would; but then the leaving Miss Prue. O Gemini ! Well, I always had a them together is as bad; and he's such a sly de- great mind to tell lies--but they frighted me, and vil, he'll never miss an opportunity.

said it was a sin. Mrs Frail. I don't care; I won't be seen in it. Tatt. Well, my pretty creature, will you make

Mrs Fore. Well, if you should, Mr Tattle, me happy by giving me a kiss? you'll have a world to answer for : remember, I Miss Prue. No, indeed; I'm angry at you! wash my hands of it; I'm thoroughly innocent.

[Runs and kisses him. [Ereunt Mrs Frail and MRS FORESIGHT. Tatt. Hold, hold, that's pretty well—but you Miss Prue. What makes them go away, Mr should not have given me, but have suffered me Tattle?-What do they mean, do you know? to have taken it.

Tatt. Yes, my dear---I think I can guess--but Miss Prue. Well, we'll do't again. hang me if I know the reason of it.

Tatt. With all my heart-Now, then, my litMiss Prue. Come, must not we go, too?

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Miss Prue. Pish!

me down before you come in. Tatt. That's right. Again, my charmer! Tatt. No, I'll come in first, and push you

(Kisses again. down afterwards. Miss Prue. O fie! nay, now I can't abide you.

Miss Prue. Will you ? then I'll be more angry, Tatt. Admirable! That was as well as if you and more complying. had been born and bred in Covent-garden Tatt. Then I'll make you cry out. And won't you shew me, pretty miss, where your Miss Prue. O but you shan't, for I'll hold my bed-chamber is?

tongue. Miss Prue. No, indeed won't I; but I'll run Tatt. Oh, my dear apt scholar ! there, and hide myself from you behind the Miss Prue. Well, now I'll run, and make more curtains.

haste than you. Tatt. I'll follow you.

Tatt. You shall not fly so fast as I'll pursue. Miss Prue. Ah, but I will hold the door with

Ereunt. both hands, and be angry; and you shall push

ACT III.

SCENE I.

Ang. What, are you setting up for good na

ture? Enter Nurse.

Scand. Only for the affectation of it, as the Miss, miss, miss Prue!—Mercy on me, marry, women do for ill-nature. and amen Why, what's become of the child? Ang. Persuade your friend that it is all affec-Why, miss, miss Foresight !--Sure she has tation. locked herself up in her chamber, and gone to Scand. I shall receive no benefit from the opisleep, or to prayers !—Miss, miss !- I hear her. nion: for I know no effectual difference between Come to your father, child. Open the door continued affectation and reality. Open the door, miss. I hear you cry hushtO Lord, who's there? (Peeps.]—What's here to Enter Sır Sampson, Mrs Frail, Miss Prue, do 1-0 the Father! a man with her !-Why,

and Servant. miss, I say; God's my life! here's fine doings Sir Sam. Is Ben come? Odso, my son Ben towards -0 Lord, we're all undone you come? Odd, I'm glad on't. Where is he? I long young harlotry !-(Knocks.}-Ods my life, won't to see him. Now, Mrs Frail

, you shall see my you open the door? I'll come in the back way. son Ben. Body o'me, he's the hopes of my fa

(Exit. mily--I ha'nt seen hin these three years--- I war

rant he's grown !--Call him in; bid him make Enter Tattle and Miss Prue.

haste-[Erit Servant.}---I'm ready to cry for joy. Miss Prue. O Lord, she's coming--and she'll Mrs Frail. Now, miss, you shall see your hustell my father. What shall I do now?

band. Tatt. Pox take her ! if she had staid two mi Miss Prue. Pish, he shall be none of my husnutes longer, I should have wished for her com band.

(Aside to FRAIL. ing.

Mrs Frail. Hush! Well, he shant! leave Miss Prue. O dear, what shall I say? tell me, that to me-I'll beckon Mr Tattle to us. Mr Tattle, tell me a lie.

Ang. Won't you stay and see your brother? Tatt. There's no occasion for a lie: I could Val. We are the twin stars, and cannot shine never tell a lie to uo purpose---But, since we in one sphere; when he rises, I must set. Behave done nothing, we must say nothing, I think. sides, if 'I should stay, I don't know but my faI hear her--I'll leave you together, and come off ther, in good-nature, may press me to the immeas you can.

diate signing the deed of conveyance of my es[Thrusts her in, and shuts the door. tate ; and I'll defer it as long as I can. Well,

you'll come to a resolution ? Enter Valentine, Scandal, and ANGELICA.

Ang. I cannot. Resolution must come to me, Ang. You can't accuse me of inconstancy; I or I shall never have one. never told you that I loved you.

Scand. Come, Valentine, I'll go with you; I Val. But I can accuse you of uncertainty, for have something in my head to communicate to not telling me whether you did or not.

you. Ang. You mistake indifference for uncertainty;

[Ereunt Scandal and VALENTINE. I never had concern enough to ask myself the Sir Samp. What! is my son Valentine gone? question.

What! is be sneaked off, and would not see his Scand. Nor good-nature enough to answer brother? There's an unnatural whelp! there's an him that did ask you : I'll say that for you, ma- ill-natured dog! What! were you here, too, madam.

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love, nor duty, nor natural affection, oblige bim? | have a many questions to ask you; well, you
Odsbud, madam, have no more to say to him; ben't married again, father, be you?
he is not worth your consideration. The rogue Sir Sam. No, I intend shall

marry, Ben;
has not a drachm of generous love about him I would not marry, for thy sake.
all interest, all interest! He's an undone scoun Ben. Nay, what does that signify? An you
drel, and courts your estate. Body o’me, he does marry again-why, then, I'll go to sea again; so
not care a doit for
your person.

there's one for t’other, and that be all. Pray, Ang. I am pretty even with him, sir Sampson; | don't let me be your hindrance ; e'en marry, a for, it ever I could have lived any thing in him, God's name, and the wind sit that way. As for it should have been his estate, too. Lut, since my part, mayhap I have no mind to marry. that's gone, the bait's ofl, and the naked hook ap Urs Frail. That would be pity, such a handpears.

some young gentleman ! Sir Sam. Odsbud, well spoken; and you are a

Ben. Ilandsome! he, he, he! Nay, forsooth, wiser woman than I thought you were : for most an you be for joking, I'll joke with you; for I young women now-a-days are to be tempted with love my jest, an the ship were sinking, as we said a naked hook.

But I'll tell you why I don't much stand ong. If I marry, sir Sampson, I am for a good towards matrimony. I love to roam froin port estate with any man, and for any man with a to port, and from land to land : I could never agood estate: therefore, it I were obliged to make a bide to be port-bound, as we call it. Now a man choice, I declare I'd rather have you than your that is married has, as it were, d'ye see, his feet in

the bilboes, and mayhap may'nt get them out aSir Sam. Faith and troth, you are a wise wo-gain when he would. man; and I'm glad to hear you say so.

Sir Sam. Ben is a wag! atraid you were in love with a reprobate. Odd, Ben. A man that is married, d'ye see, is no I was sorry for you with all my heart. Ilang more like another man, than a galley-slave is like him, mongrel ! cast him off. You shall see the one of us free sailors : he is chained to an oar rogue shew himself, and make love to some des- all his lite; and mavhap forced to tug a leaky ponding Cadua of fourscore for sustenance.- vessel into the bargain. Odd, I love to see a young spendthrift forced to Sir Sum. A very way! Ben is a very wag! oncling to an old woman for support, like ivy round ly a little rough; he wants a little polishing. a dead oak-faith, I do. I love to see them hug Nirs Frail. Not at all; I like his humour and cotton together, like down upon a thistie. mielitily: it is plain and honest; I should like

such a humour in a husband extremely. Enter Bey and Sertant.

Ben. Say'n you so, forsooth? Marry, and I Ben. Where's father?

should like such a handsome gentlewoman for a Ser. There, sir; his back's toward you. [Erit. bed-lellow hugely. liow say you, mistress?

Sir Sam. My son Ben ! Bless thee, dear boy!) would you like a going to sea ? Mess, you're a Budy o' me, thou art beartily welcome.

a tight vessel, and well-rigged, an you were but Ben. Thank father; and I'm glad to see you. as well manned.

Sir Sam. Odybud, and I'm glad to see thee.- Drs Frail. I should not doubt that, if you Kiss me, boy; kiss me again and again, dear Ben. were master of me,

(Kisses him. Ben. But I'll tell you one thing, an you come Ben. So, so, enough, father. Mess, I'd rather to sea in a high wind, or that lady-- you may’nt kiss these gentlewomen.

carry so much sail o'your head-Top and top Sir Sam. And so thou shalt. Mrs Angelica, gallant, by the mess! my son Ben.

Mirs Fruil. No? why so? Ben. Forsooth, if you please! [Salutes her.] Ben. Why, an you do, you may run the risk Nay, mistress, I'm not for dropping anchur here to be overset : and then you'll carry your keels abouç ship, i faith. [Kisses TRAIL.) Nay, and above water-he, he, he! you, too, my little cock-boat! so. [hisses Miss. Ang. I swear, Mr Benjamin is the veriest wag Tatt. Sir, you're welcome ashore.

in nature; an absolute sea-wit. Ben. Thank

you,
thank you,
friend.

Sir Sum. Nay, Ben bas parts; hut, as I told
Sir Sam. Thou hast been many a weary league, you before, they want a litle polislıing. You
Ben, since I saw thee.

must not take any thing ill, maram. Ben. Ev, ey, been? been far enough, and that Ben. No, I hope the gentlewoman is not angbe all. Well, father, and how do all at home? ry; I mean all in good part : for, if I give a jest, how does brother Dick, and brother Val? I'll take a jest; and so, forsooth, you may be as

Sir Sum. Dick! body o'me, Dick has been free with me. dead these two years. I writ you word, when Ang. I thank you, sir; I am not at all offendyou were at Leghorn.

ed, But, methinks, sir Sampson, you should Ben. Mass, that's true : narry, I had forgot. leave him alone with his mistress. Mr Tattle, Dick is dead, as you say. Well, and how-1 we must not hinder lovers.

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Tatt. Well, miss, I have your promise. never will, that's more. So, there's your answer

[ Aside to Miss. for you; and don't trouble me no more, you ugly Sir Sam. Body o'me, madam, you say true.--

thing. Look you, Ben, this is your mistress. Come, Ben. Look you, young woman, you may learn miss, you must not be shame-faced; we'll leave to give good words, however. I spoke you fair, you together.

d'ye see, and civil. As for your love, or your Miss Prue. I can't abide to be left alone. liking, I don't value it of a rope's end-and mayMayn't my cousin stay with me?

hap I like you as little as you do me. What I Sir Sam. No, no. Come, let's away.

said was in obedience to father. Gad, I fear a Ben. Look you, father, mayhap the young wo- whipping no more than you do. But I tell you man mayn't take a liking to ine.

one thing—if you should give such language at Sir Sam. I warrant thee, boy. Come, come, sea, you'd have a cat o' nirte tails laid across your we'll be gone. I'll venture that.

shoulders. Flesh! who are you? You heard the (Ereunt Sir Sampson, Tattle, and Mrs other bandsome young woman speak civilly to FRAIL.

me, of her own accord. Whatever you think Ben. Come, mistress, will you please to sit of yourself, Gad, I don't think you are any more down? For, .an you stand astern a that'n, we to compare to her, than a can of small-beer to a shall never grapple together Come, I'll hawl bowl of punch. a chair; there, an you please to sit, I'll sit by Miss Prue, Well, and there's a handsome genyou.

tleman, and a fine gentleman, and a sweet genMiss Prue. You need not sit so near one; if tleman, that was here, that loves me, and I love you have any thing to say, I can hear

you

farther him; and, if he sees you speak to me any more, off; I an't deaf.

he'll' thrash your jacket for you; he will, you Ben. Why that's true, as you say, nor I an't great sea-calf. dumb; I can be heard as far as another. I'll Ben. What! do you mean that fair-weather heave off, to please you. [Sits farther off ?- spark that was here just now? Will he thrash An we were a league asunder, I'd undertake any jacket? Let'n--let'n.

But an' he comes to hold discourse with you, an 'twere not a main near me, mayhap I may giv'n a salt eel for's

suphigh wind, indeed, and full in iny teeth. Look per, for all that.

What does father mean, to you, forsooth; I am, as it were, bound for the leave me alone, as soon as I come home, with land of matrimony: 'tis a voyage, d’ye see, that such a dirty dowdy ? Sea calf! I an't calf enough was none of my seeking; I was commanded by to lick your chalked face, you cheese-curd, you, father, and if you like it, mayhap I may steer in- Marry thee! Dons, l'll marry a Lapland witch to your harbour. How say you, mistress? The as soon, and live upon selling contrary winds, short of the thing is, that if you like me, and I and wrecked vessels. like you, we may chance to swing in a hammock

Miss Prue. I won't be called names, nor I together.

won't be abused thus, so I won't. If I were a Miss Prue. I don't know what to say to you, man--{Cries.}--you durst not talk at this rate--nor I don't care to speak with you at all. no, you durst not, you stinking tar-barrel.

Ben. No! I am sorry for that. But, pray, why are you so scornful?

Enter Mrs Foresight and MRS FRAIL. Aliss Prue. As long as one must not speak one's mind, one had better not speak at all, I

Mrs Fore. They have quarrelled, just as we think; and truly I won't tell a lie for the matter. could wish.

Ben. Nay, you say true in that; it's but a fol Ben. Tar-barrel! Let your sweetheart there, ly to lie: for to speak one thing, and to think call me so, if he'll take your part, your Tom Esjust the contrary way, is, as it were, to look one sence, and I'll say something to him---Gad, I'll way, and to row another. Now, for my part, lace his musk-doublet for him. I'll make him d'ye see, I'm for carrying things above board ;

-stink; he shall smell more like a weasel than a I'm not for keeping any thing under hatches civet cat, afore I ha' done with 'en. so that, if you ben't as willing as l, say so, a

Mrs Fore. Bless me! what's the matter, miss? God's name; there's no harın done. Mayhap, What, does she cry? Mr Benjamin, what have you may be shame-faced; some maidens, though you done to her? they love a man well enough, yet they don't care Ben. Let her cry: the more she cries, the less to tell’n so to's face. If that's the case, why si- she'll-she has been gathering foul weather in fence gives consent.

her mouth, and now it rains out at her eyes. Miss Prue. But I'm sure it is not so, for I'll Mrs Fore. Come, miss, come along with me; speak sooner than you should believe that; and I'll and tell me, poor child. speak truth, though one should always tell a lie to a Mrs Frail. Lord, what shall we do? There's man; and I don't care, let my father do what he my brother Foresight and sir Sampson coming. svillI'm too big to be whipt; so I'll tell you sister, do you take miss down into the partour, plaiuly, I don't like you, nor love you at all; nor and I'll carry Air Benjamin into my chamber; Vol. II.

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for they must not know that they are fallen out. I don't know what it may come to-but it has had Come, sir, will you venture yourself with me? a consequence already, that touches us all.

(Looking kindly on him. Sir Sam. Why, body o' me, out with it. Ben. Venture? Mess, and that I will, though Scand. Something has appeared to your son it were to sea in a storm).

Valentine--he's gone to bed upon't, and very [Ereunt. ill

. He speaks little, yet he says he has a world

to say. Asks for his father and the wise ForeEnter Sir SAMPSON and FORESIGHT,

sight; talks of Raymond Lully, and the ghost of

Lilly. He has secrets to impart, I suppose, to Sir Sam. I left them together here. What, you, too. I can get nothing out of him but sighs. are they gone? Ben is a brisk boy: he has got Ile desires he may see you in the morning; but her into a corner-father's own son, faith! he'll would not be disturbed to-night, because he has touzle her, and mouzle her. The rogue's sharp some busiuess to do in a dream. set conting from sea. If he should not stay for Sir Sam. Hoity toity! what have I to do with saying grace, old Foresight, but fall to without his dreams or his divination? body o' me, this is the help of a parson, ha? Odd, if he should, I a trick, to defer signing the conveyance. I warcould not be angry with him; 'twould be but rant the devil will tell bim in a dream, that he like me, a chip of the old block. Ha! thou art must not part with his estate. But I'll bring him melancholic, old prognostication; as melancholic a parson to tell him that the devil's a liar-or, if as if thou hadst spilt the salt, or paired thy nails that won't do, I'll bring a lawyer, that shall outon a Sunday. Come, cheer up, look about thee: lie the devil; and so I'll try whether my blacklook up, old star-gazer. Now is he poring upon guard, or his, shall get the better of the day. the ground for a crooked pin, or an old horse

Erit Sir SAMPSON. nail, with the head towards him.

Scand. Alas! Mr Foresight, I am afraid all is Fore. Sir Sampson, we'll have the wedding to not right. You are a wise inan, and a conscienmorrow morning.

tious man; a searcher into obscurity and futuriSir Sam. With all my heart.

ty; and, if you commit an error, it is with a Fore. At ten o'clock; punctually at ten. great deal of consideration, and discretion, and

Sir Sam. To a minute, to a second; thou shalt caution. set thy watch, and the bridegroom shall observe Fore. Ah, good Mr Scandal ! its motions; they shall be married to a minute, Scand. Nay, nay, 'tis manifest; I do not flatgo to bed to a minute; and, when the alarm ter you. But sir Sampson is hasty, very hasty~ strikes, they shall keep time like the figures of St I'm afraid he is not scrupulous enough, Mr ForeDunstan's clock, and consummatum est shall ring sight. He has been wicked; and leaven grant all over the parish!

he may mean well in this affair with you! but

my mind gives me, these things cannot be wholly Enter Servant.

insignificant. You are wise, and should not be Ser. Sir, Mr Scandal desires to speak with you over-reached : methinks you should not. upon earnest business.

Fore. Alas, Mr Scandal - Humanum est errare! Fore. I go to him; sir Sampson, your servant. Scand. You say true, man will err; mere man

[Erit Foresight. will err: but you are something more. There Sir Sam. What's the matter, friend ?

have been wise men; but they were such as you Ser. Sir, 'tis about your son Valentine; some -men who consulted the stars, and were obserthing has appeared to him in a dream, that makes vers of omens. Solomon was wise; but how? him prophecy.

by his judgment in astrology. So says Pineda,

in his third book, and eighth chapter. Enter SCANDAL.

Fore. You are learned, Mr Scandal, Scand. Sir Sampson, sad news.

Scand. A trifler-but a lover of art. And the Fore. Bless us !

wise men of the east owed their instructions to a Sir Sam. Why, what's the matter?

star; which is rightly observed by Gregory the Scand. Can't you guess at what ought to af- Great, in favour of astrology. And Albertus fict you and him, and all of us, more than any Magnus makes it the most valuable science-bething else?

cause, says he, it teaches us to consider the cauSir Sam. Body o' me! I don't know any uni- sation of causes, in the causes of things. versal grievance, but a new tax, or the loss of the Fore. I protest, I honour you, Mr Scandal. I Canary fleet—unless popery should be landed in did not think you had been read in these matthe west, or the French fleet were at anchor at Few young men are inclinedBlackwall.

Scand. I thank my stars that have inclined Scand. No! undoubtedly, Mr Foresight knew me. But I fear this marriage, and making over all this, and might have prevented it.

the estate, this transferring of a rightful inheriFore. 'Tis no earthquake?

tance, will bring judgments upon us. I propheScund. No, not yet; no whirlwind. But we cy it; and I would not have the fate of Cassan

ters.

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