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but from taste, or inclination, no; I never touch one would almost swear that you hare a wife at a card.

home who sat for the picture. Mrs Bel. Oh! very true; I forgot. You de- Love. Madam, the—[ Embarrassed.] The comdicate your time to the Muses ; a downright pliment-you are only laughing at me the subrhyming peer. Do you know, my lord, that Iject, from every day's experience4[dside.) Does am charmed with your song?

she suspect me!-the subject is common-BaLove. Are you?

chelor's wives, you know-ha! ha!

-And when Mrs Bel. Absolutely; and I really think you you inspire the thought; when you are the bright would make an admirable Vauxhall poet.

original, it is no wonder that the copyLove. Nay, now you flatter me.

Mrs Bel. Horrid! going to harp on the old Mrs Bel. No, as I live; it is very pretty. And string. Odious solicitations! I hate all propodo you know that I can sing it already ? Come, sals. I am not in the humour. You must reyou shall hear how I murder it. I have no voice lease me now : your visit is rather long. I have to-day, but you shall hear me.

[Sings. indulged you a great while. And, besides, were

I to listen to your vows, what would become of Attend, all ye fair, and I'll tell you the art, poor sir Brilliant Fashion?

To bind every fancy with ease in your chains ; Love. Sir Brilliant Fashion? To hold in soft fetters the conjugal heart,

Mrs Bel. Do you know him? And banish from Hymen his doubts and his Love. I know whom you mean. I have seen pains.

him ; but that's all. He lives with a strange set,

and does not more in my sphere. If he is a When Juno was decked with the cestus of Love, friend of yours, I have no more to say. At first she was handsome ; she charming be- Mírs Bel. Is there any thing to say against

him? With skill the soft passions it taught her to move, Love. Nay, I have no knowledge of the genTo kindle at once, and to keep up the flame. tleman. They who know him best, don't rate

him high. A sort of current coin that passes in 'Tis this gives the eyes all their magic and fire,

this town.

You will do well to beware of cougThe voice-melting accents ; impassions the kiss; terfeits. Confers the sweet smile, that awakens desire, Mrs Bel. But this is very alarmingAnd plants round the fair each incentive to bliss.

Enter Mignion ET, in a violent hurry. Thence flows the gay chat, more than reason that Mign. My dear madam, I am frighted out of charms ;

my senses. The poor lady-Where are the The eloquent blush, that can beauty improve ; hartshorn drops? The fond sigh, the fond vow, the soft touch that Love. The lady! what lady? alarms;

Mign. Never stand asking what lady. She has The tender disdain, the renewal of love. fainted away all on a sudden : she is now in

strong hysterics; give me the drops. Ye fair, take the cestus, and practise its power :

Mirs Bel. I must run to her assistance. Adieu, The mind unaccomplished, mere features are

my lord.

I shall be at home in the evening, vain ;

Mignionet, step this way. Your lordship will W'ith wit, with good humour, enliven each hour, excuse me: I shall expect to see you. Come, And the loves, and the graces, shall walk in Mignionet; make haste, make haste.

[Erit aith MiGXIONET.

Love. I hope the lady has not overheard me? Love. My poetry is infinitely obliged to you. What a villain am I to carry on this scheme It grows into sense as you sing it. Your voice, against so much beauty, innocence, and merit! like the cestus of Venus, bestows a grace upon And to wear this badge of honour for the darkevery thing.

est purposes ! And, then, my friend, sir Brilliant, Mrs Bel. Oh! fulsome; I sing horridly. [Goes will it be fair to supplant bim? Prithee, he quiet, to the glass.] How do I look ?-Don't tell me, my dear conscience ! none of your meddling ! my lord :

: you are studying a compliment, but I don't interrupt a gentleman in his pleasures.am resolved to mortify you; I won't hear it.- Don't you know, my good friend, that love has Well! have you thought of any thing? Let it no respect for persons, but soars above all laws pass; 'tis too late now. Pray, my lord, how of honour and of friendship? No reflection; came you to choose so grave a subject as connu- have ber I must, and that quickly, too, or she bial happiness?

will discover all. Besides, this is iny wife's Love. Close and particular that question ! fault: why does she not make home agreeable?

[ Aside. I am willing to be happy; I could be constant to Airs Bcl. Juno! Hymen! doubts and prins! her, but she is not formed for happiness. —

your train.

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on it

What the devil is Madam Fortune about now? | Mrs Bel. Is unseasonable, and yours is so
[Sir BRILLIANT sings within.] Sir Brilliant, by now. How can you tease me?
all that's infamous ! Confusion ! no place to Sir Bril. I thought as much. There are some
hide me? no escape! The door is locked. Mig- things that may require to be discussed between
nionet, Mignionet, open the door.

Mig. [Within.) You must not come in here. Mrs Bel. Reserve them all for another time:
Love. What shall I do? This star, and this I can't hear you now.

You must leave me.--ribbon will bring me to disgrace. Away with There is a lady taken ill in the next room. this tell-tale evidence! [Takes off the ribbon,}- Sir Bril. And here has been a gentleman taGo, thou blushing devil, and hide thyself for ken ill in this room.

(Puts it in his pocket. Mrs Bell. How troublesome! you must be Enter Sir BRILLIANT, singing.

gone. Do you dispute my will and pleasure?

Fly this moment!
Sir Bril. Mrs Bellmour, I have such a story Sir Bril. But, madam-Nay, if you insist up-
How! Lovemore?

(Goes. Love. Your slave, sir Brilliant; your slave. Mrs Bell. But, sir! I will be absolute : you

[Hiding the star with his hat. must leave me. [Puts him out.] There, and now Sir Bril. I did not think you had been ac- I'll make sure of the door. quainted here. Love. You are right. I came in quest of you.

Enter Mrs LoveMORE, leaning on MIGNIONET. I saw the lady. I was drawn hither by mere cu- Align. This way, madam : here is more air in riosity. We have had soine conversation; and this room. I made it subservient to your purposes. I have Mre Bell. How do you find yourself? Pray, been giving a great character of you.

sit down. Sir Bril. You are alwavs at the service of Mrs Love. My spirits were too weak. I your friends. But what's the matter? what are could not support it any longer; such a scene of you fumbling about?

[Pulls the hat. perfidy! Love. 'Sdeath! have a care : don't touch me. Hir's Bell. You astonish me! what perfidy?

[Puts his hundkerchief to his breust. Mrs Love. Perfidy of the blackest dye; I told Sir Bril. What the devil is the matter?

you
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you were acquainted with my husband? Love. Oh! keep off-[ Aside.] Here's a busi- Mrx Bel. Acquainted with your husband ! Taken in the old way: let me pass---I

Angrily. have had a fling at lord Etheridge: he will be Mrs Love. A moment's patience--Yes, maout of favour with the widow: I have done you dam, you are acquainted with himn. The base that good. Racks and torments, my old com- man, who went hence but now plaint !

[Iunting to pass him. Mrs Bell. Sir Brilliant Fashion? Sir Bril What complaint? You had better sit Mrs Love. No; your lord Etheridge, as he down.

calls himself Love. No, no; air, the air. I must have a Mrs Bell. Lord Etheridge? What of him, surgeon. A stroke of a tennis-ball! My lord pray ? Rackett's unlucky left-hand.

Mrs Love. False, dissembling man! he is my There is something forming here. [Passes him.] husband, madam : not lord Etheridge, but plain To be caught is the devil. [Aside.] Don't men- Dr Lovemore; my Mr Loremore. tion my name. You will counteract all I have Mrs Bel. And has he been base enough to assaid. Oh! torture, torture! I will explain to sume a title to ensnare me to iny undoing? you another time. Sir Brilliant, yours. I have Mign. [Going] Well, for certain, I believe served your interest-Oh! there is certainly the devil's in ine : I always thouglat him a sly something forming. [Erit. one.

[Erit. Sir Bril. What does all this mean? So, so, Mrs Love. To see him carrying on this dark Mrs Lovemore's suspicions are well-founded. - design—to see the man whom I have ever esThe widow has her private visits, I see. Yes, teemned and loved—the man whom I must still yes; there is something forining here.

love--esteem him, I fear, I never can—to see him

before my face with that artful treachery! it Enter Mrs BELLMOUR.

was too much for sensibility like mine; I felt the

shock too severely, and I sunk under it. So; here she comes: The whole shall be ex- Mrs Bel. I am ready to sink this moment plained. I hope, madam, that I don't interrupt with amazement ! I saw him, for the first time, you with any piquet-friend.

at old Mrs Loveit's. She introduced him to me. Alrs Bell. You are always a torment: what The appointment was of her own making. brings you hither?

Mrs Love. You know Mrs Loveit's character, . Sir Bril. There are times, madam, when a vi- I suppose ? sit

Mirs Bell. The practised veteran! Could I

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Let me pass,

suspect that a woman, in her style of life, would | this matter coolly. You have saved me, and I lend herself to a vile stratagem against my ho- must return the obligation. You shall stay din. nour? That she would join in a conspiracy a- ner with me. gainst her own sex? Mr Lovemore shall never Mrs Love. Excuse me. Mr Lovemore may enter these doors again I ani obliged to you, possibly go home. He shall hear of his guilt, madam, for this visit; to me a providential inci- while the sense of it pierces here, and wounds me dent. I am sorry for your share in it. The dis

to the quick. covery secures my peace and happiness; to you Mrs Bell. Now, there you are wrong: take it is a fatal conviction, a proof unanswerable a- my advice first. I will lay such a plan as may gainst the person to whom you are joined for ensure him yours for ever. Come, come, you life.

must not leave me yet. (Takes her hand.) AnMrs Love. After this discovery, it cannot be şwer me one question : don't you still think he for life. I am resolved not to pass another day has qualities that do, in some sort, apologize for under his roof,

his vices? Mrs Bell, Hold, hold ! no sudden resolutions. Mrs Love. I don't know what to think of it: Consider a little: passion is a bad adviser.— I hope he has. This may take a turn for your advantage.

Mrs Bell. Very well, then. I have lost a loMrs Love. That can never be : I am lost be- ver; you may gain one. Your conduct upon yond redeinption.

this occasion may reform him; and let me tell Mrs Bell Don't decide too rashly. Come, you, that the man, who has it in his power to acome, the man, who has certain qualities, is tone for his faults, should not be entirely despiworth thinking about, before one throws the hi- sed. Let the wife exert herself; let her try her deous thing away for ever, Mr Lovemore is a powers of pleasing, and, take my word for it, traitor; but is not he still amiable? And, besides, you have heard his sentiments. That song The wild gallant no more abroad will roam, points at soniething. Perhaps, you are a little But find his loved variety at home. to blame. He did not write upon such a subject, without a cause to suggest it. We will talk over

[Ereunt

ACT IV.

room.

Mrs Love. And that, to be sure, engrossed all SCENE I. - An apartment

in LOVEMORE's house. Mr and Mrs LOVEMORE at table af. find him at home?

your time. Business must be minded. Did you ter dinner : servants taking things out of the

Love. It was by his own appointment. I went

to his house directly after I parted from you. ! Love. [Filling a glass.] I wonder you are not have been no where else. Matters of account tired of the same eternal topic. [Sipping his wine. always fatigue me.

Mrs Love. If I make it an eternal topic, it is Mirs Love. I would not be too inquisitive, sir. for your own good, Mr Lovemore.

Love, Oh, no; you never are.

I staid at the Love. I know I have your good wishes, and banker's the rest of the time; and I came straight you have mine. All our absent friends, Mrs from his house to have the pleasure of dinius Luvemore.

[Drinks. with you. Mrs Love. If you would but wish well to

[Fills a glass of wine. yourself, sir, I should be happy.- -But, in the Mrs Love. Were there any sincerity in that way you go on, your health must be ruined; day declaration, I should be happy. A tavern life is night, and night day; your substance squander- has hitherto been your delight. I wonder what ed ; your constitution destroyed; and your fa- delight you can find in such an eternal round of mily quite neglected.

gaming, riot, and dissipation, Will you answer Love. Family neglected! You see I dined at me one question? home, and this is my reward for it.

Love. With great pleasure-[Aside. Hif it is Mirs Love. You dined at home, sir, because not inconvenient. something abroad has disconcerted you. You NIrs Love. Lay your hand on your heart, and went, I suppose, after I saw you at Lady Con- tell me- -Have I deserved this usage? stant's, to your old haunt, your friend, Mrs Lo- Love. My humble service to you, my lore: veit

Love. Mrs Loveit! ha! ha! I dropt her ac- Mrs Love. I am sure I have never been de quaintance long ago. No, my love, I drove into ficient in any one point of the duty I owe you. the city, and spent the rest of the morning upon You won my heart, and I gave it freely. business. I had long accounts to settle with old Love. (going to sleep.] It is very true. Discount, the banker,

Mrs Love. Your interest has been mine. I

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have known no pleasure unconnected with your SCENE II.—Changes to Sir BASHFUL's. happiness. Diversions, show, and pomp, have had no allurements for me.

Enter LADY Constant and FURNISH. Love. [Dropping asleep.] Yes—you are right Lady Con. Who brought this letter? just as you please

Fur. A servant of Mrs Lovemore's : he waits Mrs Love. Had I been inclined to follow the an answer. example of other women, your fortune would Lady Con. My compliments to Mrs Lovemore, have felt it before now. You might have been and I shall wait upon her. thousands out of pocket; but your interest has Fur. Yes, madam.

[Going. been the object of my attention; and your con- Lady Con. And hark ye, Furnish ?-have the enience

things been carried to sir Brilliant, as I ordered? Love. (Turns his chair from her.] You reason Fur. I have obeyed your ladyship’s convery- -you reason admirably -admir-mands. The steward went himself. Mr Pounce, ably -al-ways

al-ways

-gay- and your ladyship knows, is a trusty body. You may enter-entertaining

(Going to sleep. depend upon his care. Mrs Love. Marriage is generally considered Lady Con. Go, and send Mrs Lovemore her as an introduction to the great scene of the answer. She may depend upon my being with world. I thought it a retreat to less noisy and her in time. [Exit FURNISH.) What can Mrs. serener pleasures. What is called polite com- Lovemore want? [Reads ] - Ladyship’s company pany (He falls fast asleep.] was not my taste. Ito a card-party; but cards are the least part of You was lavish in expence; I was, therefore, an my object. I have something of higher moeconomist. From the moment marriage made ment in view, and the presence of my friends is me yours, the pleasure arising from your com- absolutely necessary. There is some mystery pany—There! fast asleep! Agreeable com- in this. What does she mean? I shall go, and pany indeed !- This is ever his way. [She rises.] then the scene will clear up: those diamond Unfeeling inan! It is too plain that I am buckles embarrass me more than Mrs Lovegrown his aversion.

Mr Lovemore! (Looking more's unintelligible letter. Diamond buckles at him.) you little think what a scene this day to me! From what quarter? Who could send has brought to light-And yet he hopes with them? Nobody but sir Brilliant. I am right in falsehood to varnish and disguise his treachery. my conclusion: they came from him. Who How mean the subterfuge ! shall I rouse him could take the liberty but a person of his cast ? now, and tax him with his guilt! My heart is A presuming man! But I have mortified his vatoo full: reproach will only tend to exasperate, nity. Before this time, he has found his diaand perhaps make him irreconcilable. Thé monds thrown back upon his hands, with the pride that can stoop to low and wretched arti- disdain which such confidence deserves—But if fice, but ill can brook detection. Let him rest I have made a mistake !Oh! no; no danger. for the present. The widow Bellmour's experi- Has not sir Brilliant made overtures to me? Has ment may answer better— I will try it, at least-not he declared himself ? He sees sir Bashful's Oh! Mr Lovemore, you will break my heart ! behaviour, and his vanity plumes itself upon that

(Looks at him, und erit. circumstance. To give me my revenge against a Love. (Talking in his sleep.] I do listen-1 crazy and insufferable husband, he would fain am not asleep. Sleeps and nods.] You are very induce me to ruin myself with a coxcomb. Beright—always right-1 am only thinking a little. sides, he heard the whole of sir Bashful's dispute No-no--no---- Mutters indistinctly. It was about diamonds and trinkets : the thing is clear; not two o'clock-in bed-in bed by twelve- it was sir Brilliant sent them; and, by that straSir Bashful is an oaf—The widow Bellmour-tagem, he hopes to bribe me into compliance[Sleeps, and his head rolls about.j—What's the That bait will never take; though here comes matter? [Waking.) I beg your pardon; I was one, who, I am sure, deserves to be treated with. beginning to nod. What did you say, my dear? out a grain of ceremony. (Leans on the table, without looking about.] Dne cannot always, you know-[Turns about.

Enter Sır BASHFUL. 'Sdeath! she is gone! Oh! fast asleep. This is Sir Bash. Here she is. Now, let me see whe: ever the way when one dines at home. Let me ther she will take any notice of the present I shake it off. (Rises.] What's o'clock?---No a- sent her. She has reason to be in good humour, musement in this house ; what shall I do? The I think-Your servant, madam. widow?-I must not venture in that quarter. Lady Con. Your address is polite, sir. My evil genius, sir Brilliant, will be busy there. Is Sir Bash. [Aside.] Still proud and obstinate!any body in the way? I must sally out. My dear Has any thing happened to disturb the harmony Venus, favour your votary this afternoon. of your temper? -Your best arms employ,

Lady Con. Considering what little discord you All winged with pleasure, and all tipt with joy. make, it is a wonder that my temper is not always

[Erit. in tune.

racter.

Sir Bash. If you never gave me cause, ma

Side. I thought your honour called. dam

Sir Bash. [ Aside.A thought comes across Lady Con. Oh! for mercy's sake, truce with me; I'll write her a letter. Yes, yes, a letter altercation. I am tired out with the eternal vio- will do the business. Sideboard, draw that table lence of your temper. Those frequent starts of this way-Reach me a chair. passion burry me out of my senses : and those un- Side. There, your honour. accountable whims, that hold such constant pos- Sir Bash. Do you stay while I write a letter. session of you

You shall carry it for me. [Sits down to write. Sir Bash. Whims, madam?-Not to comply Side. Yes, sir. I hope he has an intrigue upon with you

in every thing, is a whim, truly! Must his hands. A servani thrives under a master I yield to the exorbitant demands of your extra- that has his private amusements.

Love on, say vagance? When you laid close siege to me for \ I, if you are so given; it will bring grist to my diamond baubles, and I know not what, was that mill. a whim of mine? Did I take that fancy into my Sir Bash. [Il riting.] This will surprise her. head without cause, and without suficient founda- Warm, passionate, and tender! and yet it does tion?

not come up to what I feel. Lady Con. Well, we have exhausted the sub- Side. What is he at?-I may as well read the ject. Have not you told me a thousand times, news-paper

. [Takes it out of his pocket.] What, that there is no living with me? I agree to it in the name of wovder, is all this? -Ha, ba! And have not I returned the compliment? We [Bursts into a loud laugh.] I never heard the have nothing new to say; and now, all that re- like of this before. Oh, ho, ho, ho ! mains, is to let the lawver reduce to writing our Sir Bush. What does the scoundrel mean? mutual opinions, and so we may part with the

[Stares ai hix. pleasure of giving each other a most woful cha- Side. Ha, ha ha! I can't help laughing.

Sir Bash. Does the villain suspect me? [Rises.) Sir Bash. [Aside.] The buckles have had no Hark ye, sirrah, if ever I find that you dare listen effect. Stubborn! she has received them, and at any door in my house-won't own it.

Side. Sir! Lady Con. A dash of your pen, sir, at the Sir Bash. Confess the truth : bare not you foot of certain articles now preparing, will make been listening to my conversation with Mr Loveus both easy.

[Going more this morning Sir Bask. If we dou't live happily, it is your Side. Who, I, sir? I would not be guilty of own fault.

such a thing : I never did the like in all my days. Lady Con. That is very odd.

Sir Bash. What was you laughing at? Sir Bash. If you would control your passion

Side. A foolish thing in the newspaper, sir, for play

that's all. I'll read it to your honour. (Reads) Lady Con. Quite threadbare !

We hear that a new comedy is now in rehearsal, Sir Bash. I have still a regard for you. and will speedily be performed, entitled, “ The

Lady Con. Worn-out to frippery!-! can't Amorous Ilusband; or, The Man in Love with hear any more.

The law will dress it up in new his own Wite.' language for us, and that will end our ditferences. Sir Bash And what do you see to laugh at?

[Erit. Side. See, sir? I have lived in a great many Sir Bash. [Alone.] I must unburthen my heart : families, and never heard of the like before. there is no time to be lost. I love her; I adınire Sir Bash. [Aside.] There, there, there !—I her; she inflames my tenderest passions, and shall be the butt of my own servants.-Sirrah, raises such a conflict here in my very heart, I leave the room: And let me never hear that you cannot any longer conceal the secret from her. have the trick of listening in my house. I'll go and tell her all this moment.-- But then, Side. No, sir— The Man in love with his own that meddling fiend, her maid, will be there : po! Wife!

[Erit laughing. I can turn her out of the room : but then, the Sir Bash. What does the varlet mean?-VO jade will suspect something. Her ladyship may matter, I have finished my letter, and it shall be be alone : I'll send to know where she is. 'Who sent this moment.--- But then, if I should get is there? Sideboard

into a comedy? Po! no more scruples. I'U seal

it directly-Sideboard-Enter SIDEBOARD.

Enter SIDEBOARD, Sir Bash. Go and tell your lady that

[Pauses. Sir Bash. [Sealing the letter.] I have opened Side. Did your honour want me?

my heart to her. What do you bring your hat Sir Bash. No matter; it does not signify:- and stick for? [ Aside.] I shall never be able to tell her my Side. To go out with your honour's letter. mind: a glance of her eye, and my own confu- Sir Bash. You have not far to go. Take this, sion, will undo all.

and let nobody see you.

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