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lure brought him hither immediately: he makes, where more cheerful. [Stretching his arms.] I no doubt of his success with me.

wish I may die if I an't very happy at homeMrs Bell. Well! two such friends as sir Bril- very (Yawns.] very happy! liant and Mr Lovemore, I believe, never ex

Mrs Love. I can hear otherwise. I am inisted!

formed that Mr Lovemore is the promoter of Ars Love. Their falsehood to each other is mirth and good humour wherever he goes. unparallelled. I left sir Brilliant at the card- Love. Ob! no; you over-rate me; upon my table: as soon as he can disengage himself, he soul, you do. will quit his company in pursuit of me. I forgot Mrs Love. I can hear, sir, that no person's to tell you, my lady Constant is here.

company is so acceptable to the ladies; that your Mrs Bell. Is she?

wit inspires every thing: you have your compliMrs Love. She is, and has been making the ment for ove, your smile for another, a whisper strangest discovery: Mr Lovemore has had a de- for a third, and so on, sir : you divide your fasign there too!

vours, and are every where, but at home, all Mrs Bell. Oh! I don't doubt him; but the whim, vivacity, and spirit. more proof we have, the better.

Love. Ho! ho! (Laughing.) how can you Mrs Love. There is sufficient proof: you must talk so? I swear I can't help laughing at the know, madam-[A rap at the door.}-As I live fancy. All whim, vivacity, and spirit! I shall and breathe, I believe that is Mr Lovemore! burst my sides. Ilow can you banter one so?

Mrs Bell. If it is, every thing goes on as II divide my favours, too! Oh, Heavens! could wish.

can't stand this raillery. Such a description of Mrs Love. I hear his voice; it is he! How me!-! that am rather saturnine, of a serious my heart beats!

cast, and inclined to be pensive! I can't belp Mrs Bell. Courage, and the day's our own. laughing at the oddity of the conceit-Oh He must not see me yet : where shall I run? Lord! Oh Lord !

(Laughs. Nirs Love. In there, madam. Make haste; I Mrs Love. Just as you please, sir. I see that hear his step on the stairs.

I am ever to be treated with indifference. [Talks Mrs Bell. Success attend you! I am gone. across the stage.]

[Erit. Love. [hises, and walks a contrary way.] I Mrs Love. I am frightened out of my senses. can't put this widow Bellmour out of my head. What the event may be I fear to think; but I

Aside. must go through with it.

Mrs Love. If I had done any thing to proroke

this usage, this cold, determined contempiEnter LOVEMORE.


Love. I wish I had done with that business You are welcome home, sir.

entirely; but my desires are kindled, and must Love. Mrs Lovemore, your servant. [Without be satisfied.

Tdside. looking at her.]

[They walk for some time silently by each other.] Mrs Love. It is somewhat rare to see you at

Mirs Lore. What part of my conduct gives you home so carly.

offence, Mr Lovemore? Love. I said I should come home, did not I? Love. Sull harping upon that ungrateful string! I always like to be as good as my word-What --but prithee don't set me a laughing againcould the widow mean by this usage ? to make Offence! nothing gives me offence, child !--nou an appointment, and break it thus abruptly. know I am very fond-(Yauns, and #alks. F-I

Aside. like you of all things, and think you a most adMrs Love. He seems to muse upon it. [ Aside. mirable wife-prudent, managing-careless of

Love. (Aside.] Slie does not mean to do so your own person, and very attentive to minetreacherous a thing as to jilt me? Oh, Lord ! I not much addicted to pleasure-grare, retired, am wonderfully tired.

and domestic; you govern your house, pay the [Yauns, and sinks into an armed chair. tradesmen's bills, (Yauns.] scold the servants, Airs Love. Are you indisposed, my dear? and love your husband :-upon my soul, a very

Love. No, my love ; I thank you, I am very good wife !--as good a sort of a wife (Yaans] well--a little latigued only, with jolting over the as a body might wish to have- Where's Williain? stones all the way into the city this morning. I must go to bed. have paid a few visits this afternoon—Confound- Mrs Love. To bed so early! Had not you betedly türed- -Where's William ?

ter join the company? ilrs Love. Do you want any thing?

Love. I shan't go out to-night. Lvce. Only my cap and slippers. I am not in Mrs Love. But I mean the company in the spirits, I think

[Yawns. dining-room. Mrs Love. You are never in spirits at home, Love. Company in the dining-room ! Mr Loremore.

(Stares at her. Love. I beg your pardon : I never am any

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Love. A rout in my house !—and you dressed Mrs Love. Nay, don't be frightened: there is out, too !-What is all this?

no harm in innocent mirth, I hope: never look Mrs Love. You have no objection, I hope? so grave upon it. I assure you, sir, that though,

Love. Objection !-No, I like company, you on your part, you seem determined to offer know, of all things; I'll go and join them : who stant indignities to your wife, and though the are they all ?

laws of retaliation would in some sort exculpate Mrs Love. You know them all; and there's her, if, when provoked to the utmost, exaspeyour friend, Sir Brilliant.

rated beyond all enduring, she should, in her Love. Is he there I shall be glad to see him. turn, make him know what it is to receive an inBut, pray, how comes all this about?

jury in the tenderest pointMrs Love. I intend to see company often,

Love. Madam!

[Angrily. Love. Do you?

Mrs Love. Well, well; don't be alarmed. I Mrs Love. Ay; and not look tamely on, while shan't retaliate: my own honour will secure you you revel luxuriously in a course of pleasure. I there; you may depend upon it.-Will you come shall pursue my own plan of diversion.

and play a game at cards? Well, do as you like; Love. Do so, madam: the change in your you won't come? No, no, you won't-What temper will not be disagreeable.

say you to a bit of supper with us? Nor that Mrs Love. And so I shall, sir, I assure you. neither?-Follow your inclinations: it is not maAdieu to melancholy, and welcome pleasure, wit, terial what a body eats, you know; the company and gaiety [She walks about, and sings, expects me; adieu, Mr Lovemore, yours, yours. Love. What the devil has come over her?

[Exit singing. And what in the name of wonder does all this Love. This is a frolic I never saw her in bemean?

fore !- Laugh all the rest of my life !-laws of Mrs Love. Mean, sir !--It means, it means- retaliation an injury in the tenderest point! how can you ask me what it means ?-Well, to -the company expects me—adieu! yours, yours ! be sure, the sobriety of that question :-Do you - Mimicking her.) What the devil is all this? think a woman of spirit can have leisure to tell Some of her female friends have been tampering her meaning, when she is all air, alertness, rap- with her. So, so: I must begin to look a little ture, and enjoyinent?

sharp after madam. I'll go this moment into the Love. She is mad !-stark mad !

card-room, and watch whom she whispers with, Mrs Love. You're mistaken, sir-not mad, but whom she ogles with, and every circumstance in spirits, that's all. Am I too flighty for you!-- that can lead to

[Going. Perhaps I am : you are of a saturnine disposition, inclined to think a little or so. Well, don't

Enter Muslin, in a hurry. let me interrupt you; don't let me be of any in- Mus. Madam, madam-here's your letter; I convenience. That would be the impolitest would not for all the world that my masterthing; a married couple to be interfering and en- Love. What, is she mad, too? What's the matcroaching on each other's pleasures ! Oh, hideous! ter, woman? it would be Gothic to the last degree. Ha, ha, Mus. Nothing, sir--nothing: I wanted a word ha!

with my lady; that's all, sir. Love. [Forcing a laugh.] Ha, ha !-Madam, Love. You would not for the world that your you--ha, ha! you are perfectly right.

master-What was you going to say ?-what paMrs Love. Nay, but I don't like that laugh per’s that? now : I positively don't like it. Can't you laugh Mus. Paper, sir ! out, as you were used to do? For my part, I'm Love. Paper, sir! Let me see it. determined to do nothing else all the rest of my Mus. Lord, sir ! how can you ask a body for life.

such a thing? It's a letter to me, sirLove. This is the most astonishing thing! Ma- from the country; a letter from my sister, sir. dam, I don't rightly comprehend

She bids me to buy her a shiver de frize cap, and MÍrs Love. Oh Lud! oh Lud !—with that im- a sixteenth in the lottery; and tells ine of a numportant face! Well, but come! what don't you ber she dreamt of, that's all, sir : I'll put it up. comprehend ?

Love. Let me look at it. Give it me this moLove. There is something in this treatment ment. [Reads.] · To Mrs Lovemore!'-Brilliant that I don't so well

Fashion. This is a letter from the country, is it? Mrs Love. Oh! are you there, sir ! How Mus. That, sir--that is no, sir-10;-that's quickly thev, who have no sensibility for the peace not sister's letter. If you will give me that back, and happiness of others, can feel for themselves, sir, I'll shew you the right one. Mr Lovemore !-But that's a grave reflection, and Love Where did you get this? I hate reflection.

Mus. Sir! Love. What has she got into her head? This Love. Where did you get it?—Tell me truth. sudden change, Mrs Lovemore, let ine tell Mus. Dear heart, you fright a body so—in the you

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Love. Very well!-leave the room.

Sir Bril. She won't tell her husband !A Mus. The devil fetch it, I was never so out in charming creature, and blessings on her for so my politics in all my days. [Erit Mus. convenient a bint! She yields, by all my hopes!

Love. A pretty epistle truly ! [Reads.] ' When -What shall I say to overwhelm her senses in a you command me, my dearest Mrs Lovemore, flood of nonsense?

[Aside. never to touch again upon the subject of love, you command an impossibility. You excite the Go, my heart's envoys; tender sighs, niake haste• Aame, and forbid it to burn. Permit me once Still drink delicious poisons from the eye

more to throw myself on my es, and implore Raptures and paradise your compassion. - -Compassion, with a ven- Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be pressed. geance on him! - Think you see me now, with

[Forcing her all this time. tender, melting, supplicating eyes, languishing at

Enter MR LOVEMORE. your feet.'- -Very well, sir - Can you find • it in your heart to persist in cruelty : Grant Love. Hell and distraction ! this is too much. me but access to you once more, and, in addi- Sir Bril. What the devil's the matter now!

tion to what I already said this morning, I will [Kneels down to buckle his shoe.] This confounded I urge such motives.'-Urge motives, will ye - buckle is always plaguing me. Lovemore! I re

as will convince you, that you should no longer joice to see thee. [Looking at each other. 'hesitate, in gratitude, to reward him, who bere Love. And have you the confidence to look me makes a vow of eternal constancy and love.

in the face? BRILLIANT Fashion.' Sir Bril. was telling your lady here of the So, so, so ! your very humble servant, sir Bril- most whimsical adventure liant Fashion - This is your friendship for me,

Lone. Don't add the meanness of falsehood to is it?—You are mighty Kind, indeed, sir-but I the black attempt of invading the happiness of thank you as much as if you had really done me your friend. I did imagine, sir, from the long the favour : and, Mrs Lóvemore, I'm your hum- intercourse that has subsisted between us, that ble servant, too. She intends to laugh all the you might have had delicacy enough, feeling rest of her life! This letter will change her note. enough, honour enough, sir, not to meditate an Yonder she comes along the gallery, and sir Bril- injury like this. liant in full chase of her. They come this

way. Sir Bril. Ay, it's all over, I am detected. Could I but detect them both now! I'll step (Aside.) AIr Lovemore, I feel that I have been aside, and who knows but the devil may tempt wrong, and will not attempt a vindication of ins: them to their undoing. A polite husband I am : self. We have been friends hitherto, and, if there's the coast clear for you, madani. [Erit. begging your pardon for this rashness will any

ways atoneEnter Mrs LOVEMORE and SIR BRILLIANT, Love. No, sir; nothing can atone. The pro

Mrs Love. I have already told you my mind, vocation you have given me would justify my sir Brilliant. Your civility is odious ; your com- drawing upon you this instant, did not that lady, pliments fulsome; and your solicitations insults and this roof, protect you. ing.-I must make use of harsh language, sir : Sir Bril. Harsh language to a friendyou provoke it.

Love. Friend, sir Brilliant ! Sir Bril. Not retiring to solitude and discon- Şir Bril. If you will but hear me, tent again, I hope, madam! Have a care, my

Love. Sir, I insist; I won't hear a word. dear Mrs Lovemore, of a relapse.

Sir Bril. I declare upon my honourMrs Love. No danger, sir : don't be too soli- Love. Honour! for shame, sir Brilliant! how citous about me. Why leave the company? Let nour and friendship are sacred words, and you me intreat you to return, sir.

profane them both. Sir Bril. By Heaven, there is more rapture in

Sir Bril. If imploring forgiveness of that being one moment vis-a-vis with you, than in the ladycompany of a whole drawing-room of beauties. Love. That lady “I desire you will never Round you are melting pleasures, tender trans- speak to that lady. ports, youthful loves, and blooming graces, all Sir Bril. Can you command a moment's pao unfelt, neglected, and despised, by a tasteless, tience ? cold, unimpassioned husband, while they might Love. Sir, I am out of all patience : this must be all so much better employed to the purposes be settled between us: I have done for the preof ecstacy and bliss.

sent. Mrs Love. I am amazed, sir, at this liberty.

Enter Sir BASHFUL. What action of my life has authorized this assurance !-- desire, sir, you will desist. Were Sir Bash. Did not I hear loud words among I not afraid of the ill consequences that might you? I certainly did. What are you quarrelling follow, I should not hesitate a moment to ac- about? quaint Mr Lovemore with your whole behaviour. Lore. Read that, sir Bashful. [Gires hin Sis [Reads. this ?

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BRILLIANT's letter.] Read that, and judge if I Love. 'Sdeath, madam, give me way. have not cause- - [Sir BASHFUL reads to himself. Mrs Love. Nay, don't be in such a hurry: I

Sir Bril. Hear but what I have to say- want to introduce an acquaintance of mine to

Love. No, sir, no; we shall find a fitter time. you. As for you, madam, I am satisfied with your con- Love. I desire, madamduct. I was, indeed, a little alarmed, but I have Mrs Bel. My lord, my lord Etheridge; I am been a witness of your behaviour, and I am above heartily glad to see your lordship. harbouring low suspicious.

Taking hold of him. Sir Bash. Upon my word, Mr Lovemore, this Mrs Love. Do, my dear, let me introduce this is carrying the jest too far.

lady to you. Love. It is the basest action a gentleman can be guilty of; and, to a person who never injured Love. Here's the devil and all to do! [Aside. him, still more criminal.

Mrs Bell. My lord, this is the most fortunate Sir Bush. Why, so I think. Sir Brilliant, [To encounter. him, aside.] here, take this letter, and read it to Love. I wish I was afty miles off.. [Aside. him—his own letter to my wife.

Mrs Love. Mrs Bellmour, give me leave to
Sir Bril. Let me see it- [Takes the letter. introduce Mr Lovemore to you.
Sir Bash. 'Tis indeed, as you say, the vilest

[Turning him to her. action a gentleman can be guilty of.

Mrs Bell. No, my dear madam, let me introLove. An unparalleled breach of friendship:

duce lord Etheridge to you. [Pulling him.] My Sir Bril. Not altogether so unparalleled : I be-lordlieve it will not be found without a precedent- Sir Bril. In the name of wonder, what is all as, for example: • To my Lady Constant

Sir Bash. This is another of his intrigues blown Why should I conceal, my dear madam, that up. your charins have awakened my

Mrs Love. My dear madam, you are mistaken: «sion ?'

this is my husband. Love. Confusion my letter-- [Asiile.

Mrs Bell. Pardon me, madam; 'tis my lord Sir Bril. [Reading] I long have loved you,

Etheridge. long adored. Could'I but fatter myself’— Mrs Love. My dear, how can you be so ill(LovEmore walks about uneasy ; Sır Bril- bred in your own house ?- Mrs Bellmour—this is LIANT follows him.)

Mr Lovemore. Sir Bash. There, Mr Lovemore, the basest Love. Are you going to toss me in a blanket, treachery!



the rest of your people, if you Sir Bril

. [Reads.] Could I but flatter myself are, with the least kind return.'

Mrs Bell. Pshaw! prithee now, my lord, leave Love. Confusion ! let me seize the letter out off your humours. Mrs Lovemore, this is my of his hand.

(Snatches it from him. lord Etheridge, a lover of mine, who has made Sir Bash. An unparalleled breach of friend- proposals of marriage to me. ship, Mr Lovemore.

Lore. Confusion! let me get rid of these two Love. All a forgery, sir; all a forgery.


[Breaks away from them. Sir Bush. That I deny; it is the very identical Sir Bash. He has been tampering with her, letter my lady threw away with such indigna- too, has he? tion. She tore it in two, and I have pieced it Mrs Bell. Follows him.) My lord, I say ! my together.

Lord Etheridge ! won't your lordship know me? Love. A mere contrivance to varnish his guilt. Love. This is the most damnable accident! Sir Bril. Ha, ha! my dear Lovemore, we

(Aside. know one another. Have not you been at the Mrs Bell. I hope your lordship has not forgot same work with the widow Bellmour?

your appointment at my house this evening? Love. The widow Bellmour !-If I spoke to Love, I deserve all this.

[ Aside. ber, it was to serve you, sir.

Mrs Bell. Pray, my lord, what have done, Sir Bril. Are you sure of that?

that you treat me with this coldness ? Come, Love. Po! I won't stay a moment longer come, you shall have a wife: I will take compasamong ye. I'll go into another room to avoid ye sion on you. all. I know little or nothing of the widow Bell- Love. Damnation! I can't stand it. [Aside.

(Opens the door. Sir Bash. Murder will out: murder will out.

Mrs Bel. Come, cheer up, my lord: what the Enter Mrs BELLMOUR.

deuce, your dress is altered! what's become of Hell and destruction !what fiend is conjured the star and ribband? And so the gay, the florid, up here? Zvons ! let me make my escape out of the magnifique lord Etheridge, dwindles down into the house.

[Runs to the opposite door. plain Mr Lovemore, the married man! Mr LoveMrs Love. I'll secure this pass : you must not inore, your most obedient, very humble servant, go, my dear.

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Love. I can't bear to feel myself in so ridicu- Love. I'll turn the tables upon sir Bashful, for lous a circumstance.

[ Aside. all this--{Takes Sir Bashrul's letter out of his Sir Bush. He has been passing himself for a pocket.}-where is the mighty harm now in this lord, has he?

letter? Mrs Bell. I beg my compliments to your friend Sir Bash. Where's the harm? Mrs Loveit: I am much obliged to you both for Love. [Reads.] 'I cannot, my dearest life, any your very honourable designs.

' longer bebold

[Curtseying to him. Sir Bash. Shame and confusion! I am unLove. I was never so ashamed in all my life! done!

[ Aside. Sir Bril. So, so, so, all his pains were to hide Love. Hear this, sir Bashful The manifold the star from me. This discovery is a perfect' vexations, of which, through a false prejudice, I cordial to my dejected spirits.

am myself the occasion.' Mrs Bel. Mrs Lovemore, I cannot sufficiently Ludy Con. What is all this? acknowledge the providence that directed you to Sir Bush. I am a lost man!

[Aside. pay me a visit, though I was wholly unknown to Love. Mind, sir Bashful.-I am therefore reyou; and I shall henceforth consider you as my solved, after many conflicts with myself, to deliverer.

throw off the mask, and frankly own a passion, Love. So ! it was she that fainted away in the ' which the tear of falling into ridicule, has, in closet, and be damned to her jealousy ! [Aside. appearance, suppressed.

Sir Bril. By all that's whimsical, an odd sort Sir Bash. 'Sdeath! I'll hear no more of it. of an adventure this! My lord, (Advances to

(Snatches at the letter. him.) my lord, my lord Etheridge, as the man Love. No, sir; I resign it here, where it was says in the play, “Your lordship is right welcome directed; and, with it, these notes which sir Bashback to Denmark.'

ful gave me for your use. Love. Now he comes upon me.-Oh! I'ın in a Lady Con. It is his hand, sure enough. fune situation !

Aside. Love. Yes, madam, and those are his sentiSir Bril. My lord, I hope that ugly pain in ments, which he explained to me more at large. your lordship's side is abated.

Lady Con. [Reads.] Accept the pre: ents Love. Absurd, and ridiculous. [ Aside. • wbich I myself have sent you; money, aitend

Sir Bril. There is nothing forming there, I ance, equipage, and every thing else you shall hope, my lord?

command; and, in return, I shall only entreat Love. I shall come to an explanation with you, you to conceal from the world that you have sir.

raised a flame in this heart, which will ever Sir Bril. The tennis-ball from lord Racket's unlucky left hand.

Your admirer, Love. No more at present, sir Brilliant. I And your truly affectionate husband, leave you now to yourselves, and-[Goes to the

BASHFUL CONSTANT.' door in the back scene.}-'sdeath, another fiend ! All. Ha, ha! I am beset by them.

Sir Bril. So, so, so! he has been in love with

his own wife all this time, has he? Sir Bashtul, Enter LADY CONSTANT.

will you go and sce the new comedy with me! No way to escape?

Sir Bush. I shall blush through the world all [Attempts both stage doors, and is prevented the rest of my life.

[Aside. Lady Con. Mr Lovemore, it is the luckiest Bril. Lovemore, don't you think it a base thing in the world, that you are come home. thing to invade the happiness of a friend? or to

Love. Ay; it is all over-all must come to do bim a clandestine wrong? or to injure him light.

with the woman he loves ? Lady Con. I have lost every rubber; quite Love. To cut the matter short with you, sir, broke; four by honours against me every time. we have been traitors to each other; a couple of Do, Mr Lovemore, lend me another hundred. unprincipled, unreflecting profligates.

Love. I would give an hundred pounds you Sir Bril. Profligates ? were all in Lapland.

Aside. Love, Ay! both! we are pretty fellows, inLady Con. Mrs Lovemore, let me tell you,

deed! you are married to the falsest man; he has de- Mrs Bell. I am glad to find you are awakenceived me strangely,

ed to a sense of your error. Mrs Love. I begin to feel for him, and to pity Love. I rm, madam; and frank enough to own his uneasiness.

it. I am above attempting to disguise my feels Mrs Bell. Never talk of pity ; let him beings, when I am conscious they are on the side of probed to the quick.

truth and honour. With the sincerest remorse, I Sir Bash. The case is pretty plain, I think, now, ask your pardon. I should ask pardon of my sir Brilliant ?

lady Constant, too; but the fact is, sir Bashful Sir Bril. Pretty plain, upon my soul! Ha, ha! threw the whole affair in my way; and, when a


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