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menting fancy may give to my conduct, it may you knew how my own heart reproaches me, you provoke a smile, but will excite no other paso would spare yourself the trouble. With tears in sion.
my eyes I now speak to you: I acknowledge all Lady Rest. Mighty fine! what brought you to
my errors. this house?
Belin. [Looking at him.] Those are not tears. Belin. To be a witness of your folly, madam, Mr Beverley.
[Smiling. and sir John's into the bargain.
Bev. They are; you see that they are. Bel. That I can vouch: sir John can fill his Belin, Ah! you men can command tears. mind with vain chimæras, with as apt a disposi- Bev. My life! my angel! [Kisses her hand.] tion as his lady. Beverley has been represented Do you forgive me? in the falsest colours
Belin. No; I hate Lady Rest. That I admit: sir John invented
[Looking pleased at him.
Bev. Now, I don't believe that, (Kisses her Bev. And Belinda, madam, has been cruelly check.] Do you hate me, Belinda ? slandered by you.
Belin. Ilow could you let an extravagance of Sir John. She has so : that I admit.
temper get the better of you? You know the sinBelin. And my design to see all this cleared cerity ofiny affection. Oh, Mr Beverley, was it up, brought me to this house, madam. Now, not ungenerous ? you see what has made all this confusion,
Bev. It was; I own it; on my knees, I own Lady Rest. Oh! I expected these airs. You it. may discuss the point where you please: I will Belin. (Laughing.] Oh, proud man! have I hear no more upon the subject.
humbled you ? Since you submit to my will and Erit Lady RESTLESS. pleasure, I think I can forgive you. Beg my picBland. Madam, the subject must be settled.
ture back this inoment.
[Sheus it him. Follows her. Bev. [Taking the picture.] I shall adore it Sir John. You have a right to insist upon it.-- ever, and heal this breach with uninterrupted The whole shall be explained in a moment.
Sir love. William, you are a dispassionate man. your assistance.
Enter Sir John, LADY RESTLESS, SIR WilSir Wil. With all my heart. George, you
LIAM, BLANDFORD, BELLMONT, and CLAare no longer concerned in this business, and I am glad of it. [Erit with young BELLMONT. Sir John. [Laughing.] Why, yes; it is very
Cla. [To BEVERLEY.] Now, brother, now is clear. I can now laugh at my own folly, and my your time: your difficulties are all removed. wife's, too. Sir John suspected you without reason : my lady Lady Rest. There has been something of a Restless did the same to Belinda : you are both mistake, I believe. in love, and now may do each other justice. I Beo. You see, sir John, what your suspicions can satisfy my Lady Restless and
father. are come to, I never was within your doors be
[Erit. fore this day; nor should I, perhaps, have had Bev. (Aside.] I see, I see my rashness. the honour of speaking to your lady, had it not Belin. (Aside.] I have been terribly deceived. been for the misunderstanding your mutual jeaBev. If she would but forgive my folly.
lousies occasioned between Belinda and me, Belin. Why does not he open his mind to ine? Bland. And your ladyship has been ingenious I can't speak first.
enough to work out of those whimsical circumBev. What apology can I make her? -Be- stances a charge against my daughter.
ha! Belin. Charming ! he begins.
Sir John. It is ever her way, sir. I told you, [Aside, and smiling. my dear, that you would make yourself very riBea(Approaching.) Belinda ! -no answer? | diculous. Belinda!
Lady Rest. I fancy, sir, you have not been beBelin. Mr Beverley !
[Smiles aside. hind-hand with me. Ha, ha, ha! Beo. Don't you think you have been very Sir Wil. And now, Mr Blandford, I think we cruel to me, Belinda?
may as well let the match go on as we at first [ Advancing towards her. intended. Belin. Don't
have been barba- Bland. No, no more of that: you have disporous to me?
[Without loaking at him. sed of your son. Belinda, I no longer oppose Bed. I havc: I grant it. Can you find in your your inclinations : take Mr Beverley as soon as heart to forgive me? Belin. (Without looking at him.] You have
Sir John. Now let us see: if she agrees to kept me on the rack this whole day, and can you marry him, why, then, she knows he is innocent, wonder that I feel myself unhappy?
and I shall be satisfied.
[ Aside. Beo. I am to blame: I acknowledge it. If Belin. If you insist upon it, sir. Vol. II.
Bland, I do insist,
lashing of a top: it only serves to keep it Lady Rest. If Beverley accepts of her, all my up the longer. suspicions are at an end.
[Aside. Sir John. Very true : and since we have been Beo. Thus, let me take the bright reward of ALL IN THE WRONG TO-DAY, we will, for the fue all my wishes.
[Takes her hand. cure, endeavour to be ALL IN THE RIGHT. Belin. Since it is over, you have used your Bev. A fair proposal, sir John : we will make authority, sir, to make me happy, indeed. We it our business, both you, who are married, and have both seen our error, and frankly confess we, who are now entering into that state, by that we have been in the wrong, too.
mutual confidence to ensure mutual happiness. Sir Wil. Why, we have all been in the wrong, I thiok.
The God of Love thinks we profane his fire, Sir John. It has been a day of mistakes, but When trifles, light as air, mistrust inspire. of fortunate ones, conducing at least to the ad- But where esteem and generous passions spring, vantage of all parties. My lady Restless will There reigns secure, and waves his purple now be taught
wing; Lady Rest. Sir John, I hope you will be Gives home-felt peace; prevents the nuptial taught
strife; Bland. Never mention what is past. The Endears the bliss, and bids it last for life. wrangling of married people about unlucky questions that break out between them, is like the
Joux, servant to Oakly.
Tom, servant to Sir HARRY Beagle.
Serrunt to LADY FREELOV E.
Mrs Oakly, the Jealous wife.
Lady FREELOVE, a woman of fashion.
Harriot, attached to CHARLES.
SCENE I.- A Room in OAKLY's House. my tenderness and soft disposition–To be per
petually running over the whole town, nay, the Noise heard within-MRS OAKLY, within.
whole kingdom, too, in pursuit of your amours ! Don't tell me, I know it is so--It's mon--Did not I discover that you was great with strous, and I will not bear it.
mademoiselle, my own woman?-Did pot your Oak. (Within.) But, my dear
contract a shameful familiarity with Mrs Free-
Wealthy !---Was not you-
Oak. Oons ! madam, the Grand Turk liimself lowing
has not half so many mistresses---You throw me Say what you will, Mr Oakly, you shall never out of all patience-Do I know any body but persuade me but this is some filthy intrigue of our common friends ?-Am I visited by any body yours.
that does not visit you ?-Do I ever go out, unOak. I can assure you, my love!
less you go with me?-And am I not as conMrs Oak. Your love ! - Don't I know your-stantly by your side, as if I was tied to your Tell me, I say, this instant, every circumstance apron-strings? relating to this letter.
Mrs Oak. Go, go; you are a false man Ouk. How can I tell you, when you will not Have not I found you out a thousand times ! so much as let me see it?
And have not I this moment a letter in my hand, Mrs Oak. Look you, Mr Oakly, this usage is which convinces me of your baseness ? - Les pot to be borne. You take a pleasure in abusing me know the whole affair, or I will
Oak. Let you know! Let me know what you Mrs Oak. [Rising.)---Well, bir-you see I would have of me.You stop my letter before have detected you—Tell me this instant where it comes to my hands, and then expect that I she is concealed. should know the contents of it.
Oak. 30—50—50—This hurts me-I'm shockAlrs Oak. Heaven be praised ! I stopt it-I ed
[To himself suspected some of these doings for some time Mrs Oak. What, are you confounded with past-But the letter informs mc who she is, and your guilt? Have I caught you at last? I'll be revenged on her sufficiently. Oh, you Oak. ( that wicked Charles ! To decoy a base man, you !
Jyoung lady from her parents in the country! The Oak. I beg, my dear, that you would mode profligacy of the young fellows of this age is abo
To himself. rate your passion-Shew me the letter, and I'll minable. convince you of my innocence.
Mrs Oak. [Half aside, and musing. Charles ! Mrs Ouk. Innocence !-- Abominable !- Inno- Let me see! Charles ! No! Impossible. This cence !- But I am not to be made such a fool - is all a trick. I am convinced of your perfidy, and very sure Oak. He has certainly ruined this poor lady. that
To himself. Oak. 'Sdeath and fire! your passion hurries Mrs Oak. Art! Art ! All art! There's a sudyou out ot your senses Will you hear me? den turn now! You have ready wit for an in
Mrs Ouk. No, you are a base man; and I trigue, I find. will not hear you.
Qak. Such an abandoned action! I wish I had Ouk. Why, then, my dear, since you will nei- never had the care of him.
[To himself. ther talk reasonably yourself, nor listen to rea- Mrs Oak. Mighty fine, Mr Oakly! Go on, son froin me, I shall take my leave till you are sir; go on! I see what you mean. Your assus in a better humour. So, your servant! (Going. rance provokes me beyond your very falsehood
Mrs Oak. Ay, go, you cruel man ! - Go to itself. So, you imagine, sir, that this affected your inistresses, and leave your poor wife to her concern, this flimsy pretence about Charles, is to miseries-- How unfortunate a woman am I!- bring you off? Matchless confidence! But I am I could die with vexation
armed against every thing – I am prepared for all [Throwing herself into a chair. your dark schemes: I am aware of all your low Oak. There it is–Now dare not I stir a step stratagems. further-If I offer to go, she is in one of her fits Oak. See there, now! Was ever any thing so in an instant-Never, sure, was woman at once provoking? To persevere in your ridiculousof so violent and so delicate a constitution ! For Heaven's sake, my dear, don't distract me! What shall I say to sooth her? Nay, never make When you see my mind thus agitated and uneathyself so uneasy, my dear–Come, come, you sy, that a young fellow, whom his dying father, know I love you. Nay, nay, you shall be con- my own brother, committed to my care, should vinced.
be guilty of such enormous wickedness; I say, Mrs Oak. I know you hate me; and that your when you are witness of my distress on this ocunkindness and barbarity will be the death of casion, how can you be weak enough and cruel
(Whining enough to Oak. Do not vex yourself as this rate- I love Mrs Oak. Prodigiously well, sir! You do it you most passionately-Indeed, I do—This must very well. Nay, keep it up, carry it on, there's be some mistake.
pothing like going through with it. O you artful Mrs Oak. Oh, I am an unhappy woman! creature! But, sir, I am not to be so casily satis
[Weeping. fied. I do not believe a syllable of all thisOak. Dry up thy tears, my love, and be com- Give me the letter—[Snatching the letter.}-You forted! You will find that I am not to blame in shall sorely repent this vile business, for I am rethis matter-Come, let me see this letter--Nay, solved that I will know the bottom of it. you shall not deny me. [Tuking the letter.
[Erit MRS OAK Mrs Oak. There ! Take it; you know the Oak. This is beyond all patience. Provoking hand, I am sure.
woman! Her absurd suspicions interpret every Ouk. : To Charles Oakly, esq.'-[Reading.}- thing the wrong way. She delighits to make me Hand ! 'Tis a clerk-like hand, indeed! A good wretched, because she sees I amn attached to her, round text! and was certainly never penned by and converts my tenderness and affection into a fair lady.
the instruments of my own torture. But this Mirs Oak. Ay, laugh at me, do!
ungracious boy ! Iu how many troubles will he Oak. Forgive me, my love, I did not mean to involve his own and this lady's family--I never laugh at thee--- But what says the letter?—[Read- imagined that he was of such abandoned princiing.)—Daughter eloped—you must be privy to ples. O, here he comes !
it-scandalous--dishonourable---satisfaction—revenge'-un, um, um- injured father.
Enter MAJOR OAKLY and CHARLES. * Henry RUSSET.' Cha. Good-morrow, sir.
Maj. Good-morrow, brother, good-morrow! - Oak. How can you trifle with my distresses, What! You have been at the old work, I find ? major ? Did not I tell you it was about a letter? I heard you-ding! dong! i'faith! She has rung Maj. A letter! Hum-a suspicious circuma noble peal in your ears. But how now? Why, stance, to be sure! What, and the seal a true sure, you've had a remarkable warm bout on't. - lover's knot now, hey? or an heart transfixed You seem more ruffled than usual.
with darts; or, possibly, the wax bore the indusOak. I am, indeed, brother! Thanks to that trious impression of a thimble ; or, perhaps, the young gentleman there. Have a care, Charles ! folds were lovingly connected by a wafer, prickYou may be called to a severe account for this. ) ed with a pin, and the direction written in a vile The honour of a family, sir, is no such light mat- scrawl, and not a word spelt as it should be; ha,
ha, ha! Cha. Sir!
Oak. Poob! brother-Whatever it was, the
Maj. Mere matrimonial blessings, and domes-
Cha. I see, sir, that you are displeased with us both so miserable. Her love for me has conme; but I ain quite at a loss to guess at the oc- fined me to my house, like a state prisoner, withcasion.
out the liberty of seeing my friends, or the use of Ouk. Tell me, sir! Where is Miss Ilarriot pen, ink, and paper; while iny love for her has Russet?
made such a fool of me, that I have never had Cha. Miss Harriot Russet! Sir-explain--- the spirit to contradict her.
Oak. Have not you decoyed her from her fa- Maj. Ay, ay; there you've hit it; Mrs Oakly ther?
would make an excellent wife, if you did but Cha. I decoyed her!- -Decoyed my Ilar- know how to manage her. riot!-I would sooner die than do her the least Oak. You are a rare fellow, indeed, to talk of injury. What can this mean?
managing a wife! a debauched bachelor! a ratMaj. I believe the young dog has been at her, tle-brained, rioting fellow-who have picked up after all.
your common-place notions of women in bagnios, Oak. I was in hopes, Charles, you had better taverns, and the camp; whose most refined comprinciples. But there's a letter just come from merce with the sex has been in order to delude her father
country girls at your quarters, or to besiege the Cha. A letter! What letter? Dear sir, give it virtue of abigails, milliners, or mantua-maker's me. Some intelligence of my Harriot, major !- 'prentices. The letter, sir; the letter this moment, for Hea- Maj. So much the better! So much the beto! ven's sake!
ter ! Women are all alike in the main, brother, Oak. If this warmth, Charles, tends to prove high or low, inarried or single, quality or no quayour innocence
lity. I have found them so, from a duchess down Cha. Dear sir, excuse me-I'll prove any thing to a milk-maid. -Let me but see this letter, and I'll
Oak. Your savage notions are ridiculous. Oak. Let you see it! I could hardly get a What do you know of a husband's feelings? You, sight of it myself. Mrs Oakly bas it.
who comprise all your qualities in your honour, Cha. Has she got it? Major, I'll be with you as you call it! Dead to all sentiments of delicicy, again directly.
[Exit Cha. hastily. and incapable of any but the grossest attachments Maj. Hey-day! The devil's in the boy! What to women. This is your boasted refinement, your a fierý set of people! By my troth, I think the thorough knowledge of the world! While, with whole family is made of nothing but combusti- regard to women, one poor train of thinking, bles!
one narrow set of ideas, like the uniform of the Oak. I like this emotion. It looks well. It whole regiment, serves the whole corps. may serve, too, to convince my wife of the folly Maj. Very fine, brother! There's commonof her suspicions. Would to Heaven I could place for you, with a vengeance ! Henceforth, quiet them for ever!
expect no quarter from me. I tell you again Maj. Why, pray now, my dear naughty bro- and again, I know the sex better than you do.ther, what heinous offence have you committed They all love to give themselves airs, and to have this morning! What new cause of suspicion ? power: every woman is a tyrant at the bottom. You have been asking one of the maids to mend But they could never make a fool of me. No.. your ruffle, I suppose, or have been hanging your no! no woman should ever domineer over me, fiead out of window, when a pretty young woman
let her be mistress or wife. has past by, or
Oak. Single men can be no judges in these