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Beo. I see you are; and the company per-| pretation of my words and actions cannot be imceived it last night. I have heard it all : in mere proper. resentment you directed all your discourse to Belin. But these little humours may grow up, Mr Bellmont.

and gather into the fixed disease of jealousy at Belin. If I did, it was merely accidental. last. (LADY RESTLESS crosses the stage, and

Bev. No, it was deliberately done: forgive rings a bell at the door.] And there now—there my rash folly in refusing the invitation : I meant goes a lady who is a victim to her own fretful no manner of harı.

imagination. Belin. Who imagines you did, sir ?

Bev. Who is the lady, pray? Bev. I beg your pardon, Belinda : you take Belin. My lady Restless. Walk this way, and offence too lightly:

I will give you her whole character. I am not Belin. Ha, ha! what have you taken into acquainted with her ladyship, but I have heard your head now? This uneasiness is of your own much of her. This way. making : I have taken nothing ill, sir.

[E.reunt BELINDA and BEVERLEY, Bev. You could not but take it ill; but by all Lady Rest. [Ringing at the door.) What do that's amiable about you, I meant not to incur these servants mean? There is something going your displeasure : forgive that abrupt answer I forward here. I will be let in, or I will know sent: I should have made a handsomer apology. the reason why. [Rings again.] But, in the

Belin. Apology ! you was engaged, was not mean time, sir Jolin can let any body he pleases you?

out at the street-door : I'll run up the steps here, Beo. I said so; I own it, and beg your par- and observe.

[Erit. donBelin. Beg my pardon! for what? Ha, ha ! Tattle opens the door, Karman

MALET follows her. Beo. I only meant

Tut. Who rung this bell? I don't see any boBelin. Ha, ha! can you think I see any thing dy; and yet I am sure the bell rung. Well, in your message to be offended at, sir?

Mrs Marmalet, you will be going, I see? Beo. I was wrong: I beg your pardon. Where Mar. Yes, Mrs Tattle; I am obliged to leave you were concerned, I own I should have ex- you. I'll step across the Park, and I shall soon pressed myself with more delicacy, than those reach Grosvenor-Square. When shall I see you hasty words

-1 am engaged, and can't wait at our house? upon you to-night. I should have told you that Tat. Heaven knows when I shall be able to my heart was with you, though necessity drag- get out: my lady leads us all such lives ! I wish I ged me another way: this omission you resented. had such another place as you have of it. I could learn, since, what spirits you were in the Mar. I have nothing to complain of. the whole evening, though I enjoyed nothing in Tat. No, that you have not: when shall I get your absence. I could hear the sallies of your such a gown as that you have on, by my lady? She wit, the sprightliness of your conversation, and will never fling off such a thing, and give it to a on whom your eyes were fixed the whole night. poor servant ! Worry, worry, worry herself, and

Belin. They were fixed upon Mr Bellmont, every body else, too.
Bev. Ay! and fixed with delight upon him,

Re-enter LADY RESTLESS.
negociating the business of love before the whole
coinpany.

Lady Rest. No; there is nobody stirring that Belin. Upon my word, sir, whoever is your way: What do I see? A hussy coming out of author, you are inisinformed. You aların me with these fancies, and you know I have often Mar. Well, I must be gone, Mrs Tattle; fare told you,

that you are of too refining a temper: you well. you create for yourself imaginary misunder- Ludy Rest. She is dizened out, too! why did standings, and then are ever entering into expla- not you open the door, Tattle, when I rung nations. But this watching for intelligence, from Tat. I came as soon as possible, madam. the spies and misrepresenters of conversation, Lady Rest. Who have you with you here? betrays strong symptoms of jealousy. I would What is your business, mistress? not be married to a jealous man for the world.

[To MARMALET. Bed. Now she's seeking occasion to break off. Mar. My business, madam? [.Aside.)-Jealousy, madam, can never get admis- Lady Rest. In confusion, too! The case is sion into my breast. I am of too generous a plain. You come here after sir John, 1 suppose ? temper: a certain delicacy I own I have; I va- Mar. I come after sir John, madam? lue the opinion of my friends, and, when there Lady Rest. Guilt in her face! Yes, after sir are circuinstances of a doubtîul aspect, I am Jobn: and, Tattle, you are iu the plot aginst me; glad to set things in their true light. And if I you were favouring her escape, were you? do so with others, surely with you, on whom my Tat. I favour her escape, madam! What ochappiness depends, to desire a favourable inter-casion for that? This is Mrs Marinalet, madam;

you think?

my house!

you?

ters. If

an acquaintance of mine, madam; as good a will have it in our marriage articles, that I must kind of body as any at all.

not be plagued with your guspicions. Lady Rest. Oh! very fine, mistress !

you Bev. I subscribe, madam. bring your creatures after the vile man, do Belin. I will have no inquiries where I am go

ing to visit : no following me from place to Mar. I assure you, madam, I am a very honest place : and if we should chance to ineet, and girl.

you should perceive a man of wit, or a pretty Lady Rest. Oh! I dare say so. Where did fellow, speaking to me, I will not have you fidgetyou get that gown?

ting about on your chair, knitting your brow, and Mar. La, madam! I came by it honestly; my looking at your watch— My dear, is it not time lady Conquest gave it to me.

I live with my

to go home? my love, the coach is waiting :'lady Conquest, madam.

and, then, if you are prevailed upon to stay, I Lady Rest. What a complexion she has !- will not have you converse with a Yes, sir,' and How long have you lived in London?

a ‘No, sir,' for the rest of the evening, and then Mar. Three years, madam.

wrangle with me in the carriage all the way Lady Rest. In London three years with that home, and not be commonly civil to me for the complexion! it can't be : perhaps, she is paint- rest of the night. I, positively, will have none ed: all these creatures paint. You are all so of this. many painted dolls. [Rubs her face with a white Bev. Agreed, madam; agreedhandkerchief.] No, it does not come off. So, Belin. And you shan't tell me you are going Mrs Tattle, you bring fresh country girls here to out of town, and then steal privately to the play, my house, do you?

or to Ranelagh, merely to be a spy upon me. I Tat. Upon my credit, madam

positively will admit no curiosity about my letLady Rest. Don't tell me! I see through this

you were to open a letter of mine, I affair. Go you about your business, mistress, should never forgive you. I do verily believe, and let me never see you about my doors again : if you were to open my letters, I should hate go, go your ways.

you. Mar. Lord, madam! I shan't trouble your Bev. I subscribe to every thing you can ask. house. Mrs Tattle, a good-day. Here's a deal You shall have what female friends you please; to-do, indeed! I have as good a house as hers lose your money to whom you please; dance to go to, whatever she may think of herself. with what beau you please; ride out with whom

[Exit. you please; go to what china-shop you please; Lady Rest. There, there, there ! see there! and, in short, do what you please, without my she goes off in a huff! the way with them all.- attempting to bribe your footmen, or your maid, Ay! I see how it is, Tattle : you false, ungrate for secret intelligence. ful—that gown was never given her by a wo- Belin. Oh, lud! Oh, lud! that is the very man; she had that from sir John. Where is sir strain of jealousy. Deliver me! there is my faJohn?

ther yonder, and sir William Bellmont with him. Tat. Sir John an't at home, madam.

Fly this instant! fly, Mr Beverly, down that
Lady Rest. Where is he? Where is be gone? | walk; any where.
When did he

go
out?

Bev. You promise, then-
Tat. I really don't know, madam.

Belin. Don't talk to me now : what would you Lady Rest. Tattle, I know you fib, now. But be at? I am yours, and only yours, unalterably I'll sift this to the bottom. I'll write to my lady Fly! begone! leave me this moment. Conquest to know the truth about that girl, that Bev. I obey : I am gone.

[Erit. was here but now,

Belin. Now, they are putting their wise heads Tat. You will find I told you truth, madam. together to thwart all my schemes of happi

Lady Rest. Very well, Mrs Pert. I'll go, and ness : but love, imperious love, will have it write this moment. Send Robert, to give me an otherwise. account of his master. Sir John, sir John, you will distract me.

[Ereunt.

Enter MR BLANDFORD and SIR WILLIAM Re-enter Belinda and BeveRLEY,

BELLMONT. Belin. Ay! but that quickness, that extreme Bland. Sir William, since we have agreed upsensibility, is what I am afraid of. I positively on every thingwould not have a jealous husband for the world. Sir Wil. Why yes, Mr Blandford, I think

Beo. By Heaven ! no earthly circumstance shall every thing is settled. ever make me think injuriously of you:

Jealou- Bland. Why, then, we have only to acquaint sy! ha, ha, ha! it is the most ridiculous pas- the young people with our intentions, and so consion! ha, ha!

clude the affair without delay. Belin. You may laugh, sir; but I know your Sir Wil. That is all, sir. over refining temper too well; and I absolutely Bland. As to my girl, I don't mini her non

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sense about Beverley: she must do as I will Sir John. What do I see! a young lady in have her.

distress! Sir Wil. And my son, too ; he must follow my Belin. Oh! directions. As to his telling me of his love for [Faints in his arms, and drops the picture. Clarissa, it is all a joke with me. Children must Sir John. She is fallen into a tit. Would my do as their parents will have them.

servants were in the way! Bland. Ay, so they must; and so they shall. Hey! here is my daughter. So, Belinda! Well,

LADY RESTLESS, at her window. my girl, sir Williain and I have agreed, and you Lady Rest. Where can this barbarous man be are to prepare for marriage; that's all.

gone to ?-How! under my very window ! Belin. With Mr Beverley, sir?

Sir John. Ilow cold she is quite cold, Bland. Mr Beverley !

[Lay his hand to her check. Belin. You know you encouraged him your- Lady Rest. How familiar he is with her! self, sir.

Sir John. And yet she looks beautiful still. Bland. Well, well! I have changed my mind Lady Rest. Does she so? on that head: my friend, sir William, here, of- Sir John. Fler eyes open—how lovely they fers you his son. Do as I advise you: have a look! care, Belinda, how you disobey my commands. Lady Rest. Traitor! Belin. But, sir

Sir John. ller cheek begins to colour. Well, Bland. But, madam! I must, and will be obey- young lady, how fare you now, my dear? ed. You don't like him, you say : but I like him, Lady Rrst. My dear, too! and that's sufficient for you.

Belin. Heavens! where am I? Sir Wil. And so it is, Mr Blandford. If my Sir John. Repose yourself an hile, or will you son pretended to have a will of his own, I should step house? let him know to the contrary.

Lady Rest. No, truly, shan't she. Vile man ! Belin. And can you, sir William, against our but I will spoil your sport. I will come down inclination, force us both ?

to you directly, and flash confusion in your face. Bland. Hold your tongue, Belinda ; don't pro

[Erit from abore. What makes you from home? Go Sir John. Where do you live, madam? your ways back directly, and settle your mind. Belin. In Queen's-square, sir, by the side of 1 tell you, once for all, I will have my own way. the Park. Conne, sir William, we will step to the lawyer's Sir John. I will wait upon you : trust yourchambers. Go home, Belinda, and be observant self with me. You look much better, now. of my commands. Come, sir William. What Lean on my arm. There, there, I will conduct did you say? [To Belinda.] You mutiny, do you.

[Excunt. you? Don't provoke me. You know, Belinda, I am an odd sort of man, when provoked. Look

Enter LADY RESTLESS, ye here : mind what I say ; I won't reason with Lady Rest. Now, I'll make one among ye.you about the matter; iny power is absolute, Ilow! Fled! Gone! Which way? Is not that and, if you offer to rebel, you shall have no hus- he, yonder? No-he went into my house, I dare band at all with my consent. I'll cut you off say, as I came down stairs. Tattie, Tattle! Rowith a shilling; I'll see you starve; beg an alms; bert! Will nobody answer? live miserable; die wretched : in short, suffer

Enter TATTLE. any calamity without the least compassion from me. If I find you an undutiful girl, I cast you Where is sir John ? off for ever. So there's one word for all.

Tat. La! Madam, how should I know? (Erit: Sir William follows him. Lady Rest. Did not he go in this moment? Belin. What will become of me? his inhuma- Tat. No, madam. nity overcomes me quite-I can never consent : Lady Rest. To be sure you will say so. I'll the very sight of this picture is enough to forbid follow him through the world, or I'll find hiin it. Oh! Beverley, you are master of my heart. out. So, so, what is here? This is her picture, I'll go this instant-and--Hleavens! I can scarce I suppose? I will make sure of this, at least : move. I am ready to faint.

this will discover her to me, though she has es

caped now. Cruel, false, deceitful man! [Erit. Enter Sir John.

Tat. Poor ladv! I believe her head is turned,

for my part. Weil! I am deterimined I'll look Sir John. No tidings of her far or near. out for another place, that's a sure thing I will. Belin. How I tremble ! I shall fall--no help?

[Erit.

yoke me.

ACT II.

you ?

SCENE I.--SIR John's house.

women should be under severer restraints than

the men are ! Enter Sir John and Robert.

Sir John. You repine for want of freedom, do Sir John. Robert, where is your lady? Rob. In her own room, sir.

Lady Rest. Cruel laws of wedlock! The tySir John. Any body with her ?

rant husband may triumph in his infidelity. lle Rob. I cannot say, sir : my lady is not well. may securely trample upon all laws of decency

Sir John. Not well! Fatigued with rioting and order : it redounds to his credit; gives bin about this town, I suppose. • How long has she a fashionable air of vice, while a poor woman is been at home?

obliged to submit to his cruelty. She remains Rob. About an hour, sir.

tied to him for life, even though she has reason Sir John. About an hour! Very well, Robert, to entertain a mortal hatred for him. you may retire.—[ Erit Robert.]-Now will i Sir John. Ob! Very well argued, madam! question her closely. So-so--so-she comes, Lady Rest. What a pity it is, Tattle, that we leaning on her maid : finely dissembled! finely cannot change our husbands, as we do our eardissembled! but this pretended illness shall not rings, or our gloves ! shelter her from my strict in quiry. Soft a mo- Sir John. There is a woman of spirit ! ment! If I could overhear what passes between Lady Rest. Tattle! Will you own the truth them, it might lead to the truth. I'll work by to me about that girl? stratagem. The hypocrite! How she acts her Tat. I really have told you the truth, madam. part !

[Erit.

Ludy Rest.' You won't discover, I see: very

well! You may go down stairs. Enter LADY RESTLESS and TATTLE.

Tat. I assure your ladyship

Lady Rest. Go down stairs.
Tat. How are you now,
Madam?
Tat. Yes, madam.

[Exit. Lady Rest. Somewhat better, Tartle. Reach Lady Rest. Would I had never scen my husthat chair. Tattle, tell me honestly, does that band's face! girl live with lady Conquest ?

Sir John. I am even with you : I have as good Tat. She does, madam, upon my veracity. wishes for you, I assure you.

Lady Rest. Very well! You will be obstinate, Lady Rest. This picture here-Oh, the base I see; but I shall know the truth presently. I

man ! shall have an answer from her ladyship, and then Sir John. The picture of her gallant, 1 supall will come out.

pose. Tat. You will hear nothing, madam, but what Lady Rest. This is really a handsome picture: I have told you already.

what a charining countenance! It is perfumed, I Lady Rest. Tattle, Tattle, I took you up in fancy: the scent is agreeable. the country, in hopes gratitude would make you Sir John. The jade ! how eagerly she kisses it! my friend. But you are as bad as the rest of Lady Rest. Why had I not such a dear, dear them. Conceal all you know: it is of very little man, instead of the brute, the monster-consequence. I now see through the whole af- Sir John. Monster! She does not mince the fair. Though it is the picture of a man, yet I matter : plain downright English! I must conam not to be deceived: I understand it all. This tain my rage, and steal upon her meditationsis some former gallant. The creature gave this S0-30-50to sir Jolin, as a proof that she had no affection for any one but himself. What art he must have

Enters on tiptoe. had to induce her to this! I have found him out Lady Rest. There is no falsehood in this look. at last.

Sir John. (Looking over her shoulder.]-Oh!

Wbat a handsome dog she has chosen for berSir John, peeping in.

self! Sir John. What does she say?

Lady Rest. With you I could be for ever Lady Rest. I have seen enongh to convince me happy! what kiod of man he is. The fate of us poor Sir John. You could, could you? women is hard : we all wish for husbands, and

(Snatches the picture. they are the torment of our lives.

Lady Rest. [Screams out.}-Mercy on me!Tat. There is too much truth in what you say, Oh! is it you, sir? madam.

Sir John. Now, madam! now, false one, have Sir John. You join her, do you, Mrs Ini- I caught you? quity?

Lady Rest. You are come home at last, I find, Lady Rest. What a pity it is, Tattle, that poor sir. Vol. II.

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your arms!

cuses

me, sir.

Sir John, My lady Restless! My lady Rest- | meet you under my very window, to loll softly in less! What can you say for yourself now?

Ludy Rest. What can I say for myself, sir Sir John, Hey! how ! John?

Lady Rest. ller arm thrown carelessly round Sir John. Ay, madam! this picture

your neck! Your hand tenderly applied to her Lady Rest. Yes, sir, that picture !

chcek. Sir John. Will be evidence

Sir John. 'Sdeath! that's unlucky-she will Lady Rest. Of your shame, sir John.

turn it against me!

[Aside. Sir John. Of my shame! 'Tis very true what Lady Rest. You are in confusion, are you, sir? she says : yes, inadam, it will be an evidence of But why should you? You meant no harmmy shame : I feel that but too sensibly. But, • You are safe with me, my dear-Will you step on your part

into my house, my love? Yes, sir, you would fain Lady Rest. You own it then, do you?

bring her into my very house. Sir John. Own it! I must own it, madam; Sir John. My lady Restless, this evasion is though confusion cover me, I must own it: it is mean and paltry. You beheld a young lady in what you have deserved at my

hands.

distress. Lady Rest. I deserve it, sir John! Find ex- Lady Rest. I know it; and you, tender-heartif you

will. Cruel, cruel man! To make ed man, could caress her out of mere compasme this return at last. I cannot bear it. Oh! sion: you could gaze wantonly out of charity; oh !-[Cries.)-Such black injustice !

from pure benevolence of disposition, you could Sir John. You may weep; but your tears are convey her to some convenient dwelling. Oh! lost: they fall without effect. I now renounce sir John, sir John! you for ever.

This picture will justify me to the Sir John. Madam, this well-acted passionwide world; it will shew what a base woman Lady Rest. Don't imagine she has escaped you have been. Lady Rest. What does the man mean?

Sir John. You may talk and rave, madam; Sir John. The picture of your gallant, madam! but, depend upon it, I shall spare no pains to do The darling of your amorous hours, who gratifies myself justice on this occasion. Nor will I rest your luxurious appetites abroad, and

tillLady Rest. Scurrilous wretch! Oh! sir, you Lady Rest. Oh! fy upon you, sir John : these are at your old stratagem, I find : recrimination, artifices you think, will serve your

Sir John. Nor will I rest, madam, until I have Sir John. It is a pity, you know, madam, that found, by means of this instrument, here, in my a woman should be tied to a man for life, even hand, who your darling is. I will go about it though she has a mortal hatred for him.

straight. Ungrateful, treacherous woman! Ludy Rest. Artful hypocrite!

[Erit Sir Johx. Sir John. That she cannot change her husband Lady Rest. Yes; go, under that pretext, in as she does her car-rings or her gloves.

pursuit of your licentious pleasures. This ever Lady Rest. Sir John, this is your old device: has been his scheme to cloak his wicked practithis won't avail you.

ces : abandoned man! to face me down, too, afSir John. Had the original of this fallen to ter what my eyes so plainly beheld! I wish I your lot, you could kiss the picture for ever.-- could wring that secret out of Tattle. I'll step You can gloat upon it, madam; glue your very to my own room directly, and try, by menaces, lips to it.

by wheedling, by fair means, by foul means, by Lady Rest. Shallow artifice!

every means, to wrest it from her.

[Erit. Sir John. With him you could be for ever happy.

SCENE II.-The Park.
Lady Rest. This is all in vain, sir John.
Sir John. Had such a dear, dear man fallen to

Enter Sir Joux and ROBERT.
your lot, instead of the brute, the monster-Am Sir John. Come hither, Robert. Look at this
I a monster? I am; and you have made me so. picture.
The world shall know your infamy.

Rob. Yes, sir, Lady Rest. Oh! Brave it out, sir; brave it Sir John. Let me watch his countenance. out to the last; harmless, innocent man! You Well! well! dost thou know it, Robert? have nothing to blush for; nothing to be aslia- Rob. 'Tis a mighty handsome picture, sir. med of; you have no intrigues, no private amours Sir John. A handsome picture !- (Aside. abroad. I have not seen any thing, not I.

Rob. The finest lady in the land need not deSir John. Madam, I have seen, and I now see, sire a handsomer man, sir. your paramour.

Sir John. How well he knows the purposes of Lady Rest. That air of confidence will be of it!-Well! well ! honest Robert, tell me : well great use to you, sir. You have no convenient to -who is it?-tell me?

turn,

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