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Love. Po ! fallen in love with some coquette, | medy; and what do you think he has done. He who plays off her airs, and makes a jest of | has drawn the character of sir Amorous, and him.

made him the hero of the play. Sir Bash. A young actress, may be, or an Sir Bash. What! put him into a comedy? opera singer?

Sir Bril. Even so. It is called, « The Amo Sir Bril. No; you will never guess. Sir Bash rous Husband; or, The Man in Love with his ful— like a silly devil, he is fallen in love with his own wife.' Oh! oh! oh! oh! own wife.

Love. We must send in time for places. Sir Bash. Fallen in love with his own wife!

[Laughs with SIR BRILLIANT. [Stares at him. Sir Bash. Loveinore carries it with an air. Sir Bril. Yes; he has made up all quarrels;

(Aside. his jealousy is at an end; and he is to be upon Sir Bril. Yes, we must secure places. Sir his good behaviour for the rest of his life. Bashful, you shall be of the party. Could you expect this, Lovemore?

Sir Bash. The party will be very agreeable. I Love. No, sir; neither I, nor my friend, sir shall enjoy the joke prodigiously! Ha! ha! Bashful, expected this.

[Forces a laugh. Sir Bash. It is a stroke of surprise to me. Love. Yes, sir Bashful, we shall relish the hu(Looking uneasy.

[Looks at him, and laughs. Sir Bril. I heard it at my lady Betty Scan Sir Bril. The play will have a run : the peodal's; and we had such a laugh! the whole com- ple of fashion will crowd after such a character. pany were in astonishment : whist stood still, -I must drive to a million of places, and put it quadrille laid down the cards, and brag was in about; but first, with your leave, sir Bashful, I in suspense. Poor sir Amorous! it is very ridi- will take the liberty to give a hint of the affair culous; is not it, sir Bashful?

to your lady. It will appear so ridiculous to Sir Bash. Very ridiculous, indeed.—[ Aside.]| her. My own case, exactly, and my friend Lovemore's, Sir Bash. Do you think it will?

Sir Bril. Without doubt : she has never met Sir Bril. The man is lost, undone, ruined, with any thing like it : has she, Lovemore? dead, and buried.

Love. I fancy not: Sir Bashful, you take care Love. (Laughing.] He will never be able to of that. shew his face after this discovery.

Sir Bash. Yes, yes: I shall never be the townSir Bril. Oh, never, 'tis all over with him. talk.-lley, Lovemore! Sir Bashful, this does not divert you; you don't Sir Bril. Well, I'll step and pay my respects enjoy it.

to my lady Constant. Poor sir Amorous! he Sir Bash. Who, I?–1–1-nothing can be will have his horns added to his coat of arms in more pleasant, and-1-laugh as heartily as I a little time. Ia! ha!

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[Forcing a laugh. Sir Bush. There, you see how it is. I shall Sir Bril. Lovemore, you remember Sir Amo- get lamipooned, be-rhymed, and niched into a corous used to strut, and talk big, and truly he did medy. not care a pinch of snuff for his wife, not he! Love. Po! never be frightened at this. Nos pretended to be as much at ease as sir Bashful body knows of your weakness but myself; and I about his lady, and as much bis own master can't betray your secret for my own sake. as you yourself, or any man of pleasure about Sir Bash. Very true.

Love. This discovery shews the necessity of Lore. I remember him : But as to sir Bashful concealing our loves. We must act with cauand myself, we know the world; we understand tion. Give my lady no reason to suspect that life.

you have the least kindness for her. Sir Bush. So we do; the world will never Sir Bash. Not for the world. have such a story of us. Will thev, Loremore? Love. Keep to that.

Love. Oh! we are free; we are out of the Sir Bash. I have done her a thousand kiudscrape.

nesses, but all by stcalth ; all in a sly way. Sir Bril. Sir Amorous la Fool will be a pro Love. Have you? verb. Adieu, for him, the side-box whisper, the Sir Bash. Oh! a multitude. I'll tell you. She soft assignation, and all the joys of freedom! He has been plaguing me a long time for an addition is retired with his Penelope to love one another to her jewels. She wants a diamond cross, and in the country; and next winter they will come a better pair of diamond buckles. Madaın, says to town to hate one another.

I, I will have no such trumpery; but then goes Sir Bash. Do you think it will end so? I, and bespeaks them of the first jeweller in

Sir Bril. No doubt of it. That is always the town--all under the rose. The buckles are fidenouement of modern matrimony. But I have nished : worth five hundred! She will have them not told you the worst of his case. Our friend, this very day, without knowing from what quarsir Charles Wildfire, you know, was writing a co ter they come I can't but laugh at the contri

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Enter Sir BRILLIANT. directly, without saying a word.

Laughs heartily. Sir Bril. Sir Bashful, how have you managed Love. Sly, sly You know what you are

this? about.

Sir Bash. I have no art, no management. Sir Bush. Ay, let me alone-Laughs with What's the matter? LOVEMORE.) And then, to cover the design still Sir Bril. I don't know what you have done, more, when I see her wear her baubles, I can but your lady laughs till she is ready to expire at take occasion to be as jealous as bedlam. what I have been telling her.

Love. So you can : ha! ha!-(Aside.] I wish Sir Bash. And she thinks sir Amorous la Fool he may never be jealous of me in good ear an object of ridicule?

Sir Bril. She does not give credit to a single Sir Bush. Give me your hand. [Looks at him, syllable of the story. A man that loves his wife and laughs.] I am safe, I think?

would be a Phænix indeed ! Such a thing inight Love. (Laughing with him.] Perfectly safe, exist formerly, but, in this polished age, is no [Aside.] if it was not for his own folly,

where to be found. That's her opinion of the Sir Bash. But I was telling you, Mr Love- matter. more :-we can be of essential use to each other. Sir Bash. (Laughs.] A whimsical notion of Love. As low, pray?

hers ! and so she thinks you may go about with Sir Bush. Why, my lady is often in want of a lanthorn to find a man that sets any value upon money. It would be ridiculous in me to supply his wife? her. Now, if you will take the money from me, Sir Bril. You have managed to convince her and pretend to lend it to her, out of friendship, of it. How the devil do you contrive to govern

so fine a woman? I know several, without her Love. Nothing can be better-[Aside.] Here pretensions, who have long ago thrown off all reis a fellow pimping for his own horns. I shall straint. You keep up your dignity. be glad to serve you.

Sir Bash. Yes, I know what I am about. Sir Bash. I am for ever obliged to you-here, Sir Bril. You !-you are quite in the fashion. here; take it now-here it is in bank-notes -Apropos; I fancy I shall want you to afford one, two, three; there is three hundred-give her me your assistance. You know my lady Charthat, and tell her you have more at her service lotte Modelove? She has a taste for the theatre : to-morrow, or next day, if her occasions require at Bell-Grove Place she has an elegant stage, it.

where her select friends amuse themselves now Love. My good friend, to oblige you. (Takes and then with a representation of certain comic the money. This is the rarest adventure! pieces. We shall there act the new comedy ;

Sir Bash. I'll do any thing for you in return. but we apprchend some difficulty in the arrange

Love. I shall have occasion for your friend ment of the several characters. Now, you shall ship that is, to forgive me, if you find me out. act sir Amorous, and

[Aside. Sir Bush. I act, sir !-I know nothing of the Sir Bash. Lose no time; step to her now character. hold, hold; sir Brilliant is with her.

Sir Bril. Po! say nothing of that. In time Love. I can dismiss him. Rely upon my you may reach the ridiculous absurdity of it, and friendship: I will make her ladyslip easy for play it as well as another. you.

Sir Bash. [Aside.) Confusion ! he does not Sir Bash. It will be kind of you.

suspect, I hope-divert yourselves, sir, as you Love. It shall be her own fault if I don't. may; but not at my expence I promise you.

Sir Bush. A thousand thanks to you—well, Sir Bril. Never be so abrupt. Who knows is not this the rarest project ?

but lady Constant may be the happy wife, the Lore. It is the newest way of satisfying Cara Sposa of the piece! and then, you in love man's wife!

with her, and she laughing at you for it, will give Sir Bash. Ay! let this head of mine alone. a zest to the huinour, which every body will re

Love. [ Aside.] Not, if I can help it. Ilush! — lish in the most exquisite degree.
I hear sir Brilliant; he is coming down stairs. Sir Bash. Po! this is too inuch. You are
I'll take this opportunity, and step to her lady- very pleasant, but you won't easily get me to play
ship now.

the fool.
Sir Bush. Do so, do so.

Sir Bril. Well, consider of it. I shall be deLove. I am gone. [Aside.] Who can blame me lighted to see my friend sir Bashful tied to his now, if I cuckold this fellow?

(Erit. I wife's apronstring, and, with a languishing look, Sir Bash. Prosper you, prosper you, Mr Love-melting away in admiration of her charins. Oh, more. Make me thankful! he is a true friend. ho, ho, ho !-adieu; a l'honneur ; good mornI don't know what I should do without him. ing, sir Bashful,

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Sir Bush. I don't know what to make of all have deferred it till the evening – Aside.] 'Sdeath! this. But there is no danger. As long as no to be teased in this manner. body knows it, I may venture to love my wife. Sir Bash. (Aside.] No, no; he won't drop the There will be no harm, while the secret is kept mask. [Looks at Lady Constant. She has close as night, concealed, in tenfold darkness, touched the cash ; I can see the bank-notes from the wits and scoffers of the age.

sparkling in her eyes.

Mrs Love. If you don't go into the city till Enter LOVEMORE.

the evening, may I hope for your company at

dinner, Mr Lovemore? Well, well ;-how? what have you done? Love. The question is entertaining; but, as it

Love. As I could wish : she is infinitely obli- was settled this morning, I think it has lost the ged to me, and will never forget the civility. graces of novelty.

Sir Bash. A thousand thanks to you. I am Sir Bash. He won't let her have the least susnot suspected ?

picion of his regard.

[Aside. Love. She has not a distant idea of you in this Lady Con. I dare say Mr Lovemore will dine business. She was rather delicate at first, and at home, if it conduces to your happiness, madam; hesitated, and thought it an indecorum to accept and sir Bashful, I take it, will dine at home, for of money even from a friend. But that objec- the contrary reason. tion soon vanished. I told her, it is but too Sir Bash. Madam, I will dine at home, or I visible that she is unfortunately yoked with a will dine abroad, for what reason I please; and husband, whose humour will never be softened it is my pleasure to give no reason for either.down to the least compliance with her inclinations. Lovemore ! (Looks at him, and smiles.

Sir Bash. That was well said, and had a good Love. (Aside to SIR BASHFUL.] Bravo!-Wbat effect, I hope.

a blockhead it is! Love. I hope so, too.

Mrs Love. As you have your chariot at the Sir Bush. It helps to carry on the plot, you door, Mr Lovemore, if you have no objection, I know.

will send away my chair, and you may do me Love. Admirably; it puts things in the train the honour of a place in your carriage. wish,

Love. The honour will be very great to me; Sir Bash. And so, to cover the design, you gave but -so many places to call at. -If I had me the worst of characters?

known this sooner You had better keep your Love. I painted you in terrible colours. chair.

Sir Bash. Do so always, and she will never Sir Bash. [Aside.) Cunning! cunning! he suspect me of being privy to any civility you may would not be seen in his chariot with her for shew her.

the world. He has more discretion than I have. Love. I would not have you know any thing of Lady Con. Mrs Lovemore, since you have, at my civility to her for the world. [Aside.) I have last, ventured to come abroad, I hope you will succeeded thus far. I talked a few musty sent- think it a change for the better. You are too ences, such as the person who receives a civility domestic. I shall expect now to see you often : confers the obligation, with more jargon to that and apropos, I am to have a route to morrow purpose; and so, with some reluctance she cons- evening; if you will do me the honour of your plied at last, and things are now upon the foot-companying I would have them.--Death and fury ! there Sir Bush. A route to-morrow evening ! you comes my wife.

have a route every evening, I think. Learn Sir Bush. Ay, and here comes my wife. of Mrs Lovemore; imitate her example, and Love. What the devil brings her hither? don't let me have your hurricane months all the

Sir Bash. [ Aside.] Now, now; now let me see year round in my house.- Hip! [Aside. Love how he will carry it before Mrs Lovemore. more, how do you like me? Walk in, madam! walk in, Mrs Lovemore. Love. (Aside to Sir BASHFUL.) You improve Enter Mrs LovEmone, and Lady Constant, it'I had nothing to do.- My lady Constant, I have

upon

time. But I'am loitering here, as at opposite doors.

the honour to wish your ladyship a good mornLady Con. Mrs Lovemore, to see you abroading. Sir Bashful, yours-inadam. is a novelty indeed.

[Bows gravely to Mrs LOVEMORE, hums a Mrs Love. As great, perhaps, as that of find

tune, and erit. ing your ladyship at home. Mr Lovemore, I Sir Bash. [ Asidle.) lle knows how to play the did not expect to have the pleasure of meeting game. I'll try what I can do. Mrs Love more, you.

I have the honour to wish you a good morning. Love. Then we are both agreeably surprised. MadamSir Bash. Now, mind how he behaves. [ Aside. [ Bous gravely to Lady CONSTANT, hums a Mrs Love. I thought you were gone to your

tune, und erit. city banker.

Mrs Lore. Two such husbands! Love. And you find that you are mistaken. Il Lully Con. As to my swain, I grant you: Mr

it every

Lovemore is, at least, well-bred; he has an un Lady Con. Sir Brilliant's authority is not alderstanding, and may, in tine, reflect. Sir Bash

ways

the best; but, in this point, you may trust ful never qualifies himself with the smallest tinc-him. ture of civility:

Mrs Love. But when you have heard all the Mrs Love. If civility can qualify the draught, circumstancesI must allow Mr Lovemore to have a skilful Lady Con. Depend upon it, you are wrong:hand. But there is no end to his projects. I know the widow Bellmour. Her turn of chaEvery day opens a new scene. Another of his racter, and way of thinkingintrigues is come to light. I came to consult Mrs Love. Excuse me, madam. You decide with your ladyship. I know you are acquainted without hearing me. with the widow Bellmour.

Lady Con. All scandal, take my word for it. Lady Con. The widow Bellmour! I know her | However, let me hear your story. We'll adjourn perfectly well.

co my dressing-room, if you will; and I promise Mrs Love. Not so well, perhaps, as you may to confute all you can say. I would have you imagine. She has thrown out the lure for my know the widow Bellmour: you will be in love wild gallant, and in order to deceive me

with her. My dear madam, have not you a tinge Lady Con. My dear, you must be mistaken.- of jealousy? Beware of that malady. If you see Who tells you this?

things through that medium, I shall give you up. Mrs Love. Oh, I can trust to my intelligence. Sir Brilliant Fashion, by way of blind to me, has Chat jaundice of the mind, whose colours strike been this morning drawing so amiable a picture On friend and foe, and paint them all alike. of the lady

(Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I.-An apartment at the Widow BELL Mig. Yes, madam; and there's your toilette

mour's : several chairs, a toilette, a book-case, looks as elegant as hands can make it. and a harpsichord, disposed up and down.

Mrs Bell. Does it? I think it does. You have

some taste. Apropos, where is my new song? MinionET. Putting things in order.

Oh! here it is ! I must make myself mistress of Mig. I don't well know what to make of thi- it.-{Plays upon the harpsichord, and sings a litsame lord Etheridge. He is coming here again tle.]-I believe I have conquered it.--[Rises, and to-day, I suppose : all this neatness, and all this goes to her toilette.)-This hair is always torcare, must be for him. Well, it does not signify: menting me, always in disorder: this lock must - Arranging the chairs.)—there is a pleasure in be for ever gadding out of its place. I must, and obeying Madam Bellinour. She is a sweet lady, will, subdue it. Do you know, Mignionet, that that's the truth of it. 'Twere a pity if any of this is a pretty song? It was writ by my lord these men, with their deceitful arts, should draw Etheridge. My lord has a turn—[Sings a little.] her into a snare. But she knows them all. They -I must be perfect before he comes.-Hums must rise early who can outwit her.-(Settling the tune.)-Do you know that I think my

lord is the toilette.]

one of those men who may be endured?

Mig. Yes, madam; I know you think so. Enter Mrs BELLMOUR, reading.

Mrs Bell. Do you?

Mag. And if I have any skill, madam, you are • Oh! blest with temper, whose unclouded ray not without a little partiality for bis lordship: • Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day! Mrs Bell. Really? Then you think I like him, • She, who can own a sister's charms, and hear perhaps ? Do you think I like hiin? I don't well • Sighs for a daughter with unwounded ear; know how that is. Like him? No, not absolute• That never answers till a husband cools, ly: it is not decided : and yet I don't know, if I

. And, if she rules hiin, never shews she rules.' had a mind to humour myself, and to give way a Sensible, elegant Pope !

little to inclination, there is something here in • Charins by accepting, by submitting sways, my heart that would be busy, I believe. The • Yet bas her huinour most, when she obeys.' man has a softness of manner, a turn of wit,

[Seems to read on and does not want sentiment. Can I call it senMig. Lord love my mistress! Always so timent? Yes; I think I may. He has sentiment; charming, so gay, and so happy!

and then he knows the manners, the usage of the Mrs Bell. These exquisite characters of wo world, and he points out the ridicule of things meu! They are a sort of painter's gallery, where with so much humour ! one sees the portraits of all one's acquaintance, Miy. You'll be caught, madam, I see that. and sometimes we see our own features, too. ii be sure, my lord has a quality air, and can Mignionet, put this book in its place.

make himself agreeable. But what of that?

say?

ance

You know but very little of him. Is a man's | reach a chair.--[Mrs LOVEMORE crosses the character known in three or four weeks time?) stage, and they salute each other with an air of [Mrs Bellmour hums a tune.]-Do, my dear distant civility.] inadam, mind what I say: I am at times very Mrs Love. I am afraid this visit from one who considerate. I make my remarks, and I see very has not the honour of knowing youplainly-Lord, madam, what am I doing? I am Mrs Bell. Oh, make no apology, madam.talking to you for your own good, and you are all Miguionet, you may withdraw. in the air, and no more mind me-no, no more

[Erit MIGNION ET. than if I was nothing at all.

Mrs Lore. It may appcar extraordinary, that Mrs Bell. [Continues humming a tune.)-You a stranger thus intrudes upon you; but a particutalk wonderfully well upon the subject; but, as I lar circumstance determined me to take this liknow how the cards lie, and can play the best of berty. I hope you will excuse the freedom? the game; and as I have a song to amuse me,

Mrs Bell. You do me bonour, madam : pray, one is inclined to give musical nonsense the pre- no excuses. A particular circumstance, you ference.

Mig. I assure you, madam, I am not one of Mrs Love. I shall appear, perhaps, very ridithose servants, that bargain for their mistress's in- culous, and, indeed, I am afraid I have done the clinations : but you are going to take a leap in most absurd thing! but a lady of your acquaintthe dark. What does my lord Etheridge mean,

-You know my lady Constant, madam? with his chair always brought into the hall, and Mrs Bell. Extremely well. the curtains close about his ears? Why does not Mrs Love. She has given you such an amiable he come like himself, and not care who sees him? character for benevolence, and a certain elegant There's some mysterv at the bottom, I'll be sworn way of thinking, entirely your own, that I flatter there is; and so you'll find at last. Dear heart, myself, if it is in your power, you will be genemadam, if you are determined not to listen, what rous enough to afford me your assistance. signities my living with you? At this rate, I am Mrs Bell. Lady. Constant is very obliging.--. of no service to you.

Make a trial of me, madam, and if I can be of Mrs Bell. There; I have conquered my song. any use-[Runs to her glass.]—low do I look to-day? Mrs Love. I fear I shall ask you a strange The eyes do well enough, I think. And so, Mig- question : :-are you acquainted with a gentleman nionet, you imagine I shall play the fool, and of the name of Lovemore? marry my lord Etheridge?

Mrs Bell. Lovemore? No such pame on my Mig. You have it through the very heart of list. Lovemore? No: I recollect no such peryou : I see that.

The circle of my acquaintance is small : I Mirs Bell. Do you? I don't know what to say ain almost a stranger in town. to it. Poor sir Brilliant Fashion! If I prefer his Mrs Love. That makes an end, madam. I rival, what will become of him? I won't think beg your pardon. I have given you an unnecesabout it.

sary trouble.

[Guiag. Mrs Bell. [Aside.Mighty odd this! Her Enter POMPEY.

manner is interesting. You have given me no Mrs Bell. What's the matter, Pompey? trouble; but my curiosity is excited.—Takes her

Pom. A lady in a chair desires to know if your by the hand.]-I beg you will keep your chair.-ladyship is at home.

Pray be seated. What can this mean :-[ Aside.] Mrs Bell. Has the lady no name

?

Will you be so good as to inform me who the Pom. Yes; I fancy she has, madam; but she gentleman is? did not tell it.

Mrs Love. The story will be uninteresting to Mrs Bell. How awkward! Well, shew the la- you, and, to me, it is painful. My grievances dy up stairs.

[Puts her handkerchief to her eyes.] Mig. Had not you better receive her in the Mirs Bell. [Aside. )---Her grief affects me.drawing-room, madam? I have not half done my (Looks at her till she has recovered herselt:H-I business here?

would vot importune too muchMrs Bell, Oh! You have done very well. Mrs Love. You have such an air of frankness There will be less formality here. I dare say it and generosity, that I will open myself without is soine intimate acquaintance, though that fool- reserve. I have the tenderest regard for Mr ish boy does not recollect her name.

llere she Lovemore: I have been married to him these comes. I don't know her.

I adinired his understanding, his seit sibility, and his spirit. My heart was his; I

loved him with unbounded passion. I thought Enter Mrs LOVEMORE.

the flame was mutual, and you may believe I was Airs Loce. [Disconcerted.]-I beg pardon for happy. But, of late, there is such a revolution in this intrusion.

bis temper! I know not what to make of it. I Mírs Bell. Pray walk in, madam. Mignionet, am doomed to be unhappy.

son.

two years.

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