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any shadow of indiscretion which might | terruption, madam, when I find you thus aappear in your behaviour. I am afraid mine lonewas not so irreproachable. However, Celia, I Celia. (Rising.)- I would choose to be alone. shall endeavour to make you all the amends in Mode. Madam! my power; and to shew you that it is your hap- Celia. (After a little pause. - In short, Mr piness, not my own, which is the object of my anx- Modely, your behaviour to me, of late, is what I iety. Your father's will is but too clear in its inten- can by no means approve of. It unbecoming tions. But the purity of his heart never meant your character as a man of honour; and would to promote ny felicity at the expence of yours.- be a stain to the ingenuous modesty of my sex You are, therefore, madam, entirely at liberty for me to suffer. from this moment, to make your choice where Mode. You surprise me, madam! Can the you please. This paper will entitle you to that adoration of an humble love—the timid advance authority; and this will enable you to bestow of a man, whom your beauty has undone, be such your fortune where you bestow your hand. Take unpardonable offences ? them, my dear. Why are you so disturbed ?- (Celia looks with indignation at him, and Alas! Celia, I see too plainly the cause of these

is going off emotions. You only wish the happy man, to Mode. (Catching hold of her, and falling on whom you have given your heart, loved you as I his knees.}Nay, madam, you must not leave do! But I beg pardon; and will only add one caution, which my duty demands of me, as your Celia. Rise, sir, or I am gone this moment. I guardian, your protector, and your father's friend. thought of flying from you, but my soul disdains You have been a witness of Modely's transac-it. Know, then, sir, that I am mistress of mytions with my sister. Have a care, therefore, self; mistress of my fortune ; and may bestow Celia ! be sure of his firm attachment, before my hand wherever my heart directs it. you let your own hurry you into compliance.- Mode. My angel ! These papers give you up all power on my part;

[Coming eagerly up to her. but, as an adviser, I shall always be ready to be Celia. What do you mean? consulted.

Mode. That you may make the most sincere of Celia. My tears and my confusion have hi- lovers the happiest of mankind. The addition therto hindered me from answering ; not the in- of your fortune will add splendour to our felicividious suggestion, which you have so cruelly ty; and the frowns of disappointed love only charged me with. What friend, what lover have heighten our enjoyments. 1, to engross my attentions? I never had but Celia. Oh, thou vile one! how does that cruel, one, and he has cast me off for ever. O, sir, generous man, who has rejected ine, rise on the give me the papers, and let me return them comparison ! where my soul longs to place them.

Mode. Rejected you Sir John Dorilant ! Sir John. No, Celia; to accept them again Celia. Yes, Mr Modely, that triumph, at least, would impeach the justice of my whole proceed is yours. I have offered myself, and been reing. It would make it look like the mean arti- fused. My hand and fortune equally disdained. fice of a mercenary villain, who attempted to But may perpetual happiness attend him, wheregain, by stratagem, what his merits did not entitle ever his honest, honest heart shall fix ! him to. I blush to think of it. I have perform- Mode. O, madam, your inexperience deceives ed my office. Be mistress of yourself, and let you. He knows the integrity of your mind, and me fly from a combat to which I find myself un- trusts to that for recompense. His seeming disequal.

[Exit Sir Joux. interestedness is but the surer method of com(Celia sits down, leaning her hand on her pleting his utmost wishes. head.

Celia. Blasphemer, stop thy tongue ! The pu

rity of his intentions is as much above thy inaEnter Modely and BELMOUR.

lice, as thy imitation.

She walks to one side of the stage, and Mode. Hist! Hist! He has just left her, and

MODELY stands disconcerted on the in a fine situation for my approaches. If you

other. are not yet, satisfied, I will make


all differences with you another time. Get into the ar

Enter LADY BEVERLEY. bour, and be a witness of my triumph. You Lady Bev. Well, child, what has the man said shall see me, like another Cæsar-Come, see, to thee? Cousin Modely, your servant ! you find and overcomne.

our plot would not take; they were too quick upon [BEL. goes into the arbour. us. Hey day! what has been doing here? Mode. [Comes forward, walks two or three Mode. o, madam, you are my only refuge! a turns by her, bowing as he passes, without being wretch, on the brink of despair, flies to you for taken notice of, then speaks. ]—If it is not an in-protection. That amiable creature is in ful Vol. II.

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possession of herself and fortune, and yet rejects Ara. Agreeable rascal! [Aside.)-Be quies, my tenderest solicitations.

can't you; you think one so forward, now. Lady Bev. Really! What is all this? Tell me, Mode. I cannot, will not be restrained, when Celia, has the man actually given up all right and the dear object of my wishes meets me with kind title to thee, real and personal? Come, come; I compliance in her eyes and voice To-mormust be a principal actress, I find, in this affair. row !---'Tis an age-why should we wait for that? Decency and decorum require it. Tell me, child, To-night, my angel ! to-night may make us one; is it so?

and the fair prospect of our halcyon days even Celia. Sir John Dorilant, madam, with a gene- from this hour begin. rosity peculiar to himself, (cruel generosity!) has Ara. Who would not think this fellow, with cancelled every obligation which could confine his blank verse now, was in earnest? But I know my choice. These papers confirm the freedom him thoroughly. [Aside.}.-Indeed, Mr Modely, you he has given memand rob me of all future are too pressing; marriage is a serious thing. comfort.

Besides, you know, this idle bustle betwixt my Lady Bev. Indeed! I did not expect this of brother and Celia, which you seem to think me him; but I am heartily glad of it. Give me the ignorant of, and which you, in some measure,

though undesignedly, I daresay, have occasioned, Celia. No, madam: useless as they are, they may obstruct us a little. are yet my own.

Mode. Not at all, my dear; an amusement en Lady Bev. Useless !-What do you mean? passant; the mere raillery of gallantry on my side, Has the base'man laid any other embargo on the to oblige her impertinent mother (who, you know, child?

has a penchant for sir John herself) was the whole Celia. I cannot bear, madam, even from you, insignificant business, -Perhaps, indeed, I to hear sir John Dorilant treated with disrespect. was something blameable in it. Useless !- Yes, they shall be useless. Thus, thus, Ara. Why, really, I think so, in your situation. I tear them into atoms! and disdain a liberty, but are you sure it went no further ?-nothing which but too justly reproaches my conduct. - else passed between you ? Your advice, madam, has already made me mi- Níode. Nothing in nature. serable; but it shall not make me ungrateful or Ara. Dear me, how mistaken people are! I unjust.

[Erit CELIA. cannot say that I believed it; but they told me, Lady Beo. I am astonished ! I never saw the that you had actually proposed to marry ber; girl in such a way before.- Why, this is arrant that the girl was near consenting; and that the disobedience, cousin Modely! I must after her, mother was your friend in the affair. and know the bottom of it.---Don't despair.

Mode. The mere malice and invention of la[Erit Lady BEVERLEY. dy Beverley. Bel. [Coming out of the arbour.] Come, sce, Ara. And there is not a word of truth in it, overcome !-09


then? Mode. [Humming a tune.] You think I am Mode. Not a syllable You know my soul is disconcerted now?

yours. Bel. Why, really, I should think something of Ara. O thou villain !I thought to have kept that kind.

my temper, and to have treated you with the Mode. You never were more mistaken in your contempt you deserve; but this insolence is inlife.—Egad ! 'tis a spirited girl. She and sir tolerable !.-Can you imagine that I am a stran John Dorilant were certainly born for one an- ger to your proceedings? a deaf, blind idiot? other. I have a good mind to take compassion O, I could tear this foolish heart, which, cheated of them, and let them come together. They must by its passion, has encouraged such an insult! and shall be man and wife, and I will e'en go How, how have I deserved this treatment? back to Araminta.

[Bursting into tears Bel. Thou hast a most astonishing assurance ! Mode. [Greatly alarmed.] By holy faith! by

Mode. Hush !-She is coming this way !-get every power above! you, and you only, are the into your hole again, and be dumb.--Now you passion of my soul! May' every curse shall see a scene of triumph indeed.

Ara. Away, deceiver! these tears are the tears Bel. Have a care, Cæsar ! you have the Britons of resentment.---My resolution melts not in my to deal with,

[Retires. eyes. 'Tis fixed unalterably! You might ima

gine, from the gaiety of my temper, that it had Enter ARAMINTA.

its levity, too: But know, sir, that a woman, who Ara. What! are they gone, and my wretch has once been duped, defies all future machinahere by himself? O that I could dissemble a tions. little!' I will, if my heart bursts for it.--0, Mode. Hear me, madam !-nay, you shall hear Mr Modely, I am hálf ashamed to see you! but me.my brother bas signed those odious writings ! Ara. Shall !--insufferable insolence !--Go, sir !

Mode. Then, thus I seize my charmer ! for any thing which regards me, you are free as

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air, free as your licentious principles. Nor shall Mode. Raillery is out of season.
a thought of what I once esteemed, disturb my
future quiet. There are men who think me not

Enter a Servant.
contemptible, and under whose protection I may Ser. Mrs Araminta, sir, desires to speak with
shelter my disgrace.--Unhand me!-- This is the you.
last time I shall probably ever see you; and I Mode. [Eagerly.] With me?
may tell you, in parting, that you have used me Ser. No, sir, with Mr Belmour.
cruelly, and that Celia knows you as perfectly as Bel. With me?
I do. [Exit Ara.---Mod. stands confounded. Ser. Yes, sir.

Bel. Where is she?

Ser. In the close walk by the house, sir.
Bel. Cæsar ashamed !.And well he may, Bel. Aud alone?
'faith !--Why, man, what is the matter with you? Ser. Entirely, sir.
Quite dumb? quite confounded !--Did not I al- Bel. I'll wait upon her this instant.
ways tell you that you loved her?

[Exit Servant. Mode. I feel it sensibly.

Mode. Belmour, you shall not stir.
Bel. And I can tell you another secret-

Bel. By my faith, but I will, sir !
Mode. What's that?

Mode. She said there were men to whom she
Bel. That she loves you.

could fly for protection. By my soul, she intends Mode. () that she did !

to propose herself to you! Bel. Did !---Every word, every motion of pas

Bel. And if she does, I shall certainly accept sion through her whole conversation, betrayed it her offer. involuntarily. I wish it had been otherwise. Mode. I'll cut your throat, if you do. Mode. Why?

Bel. And do you think to fright me hy that? Bel. Because I had some thoughts of circum- I fancy I can cut throats as well as other people. venting you. But I find it will be in vain.- Your servant. If I cannot succeed for myself, Therefore, pursue her properly, and she is yours. I'll speak a good word for you.

Erit. Mode. O never, Belmour, never! I have sin- Mode. What can this mean? I am upon thorns ned beyond a possibility of pardon. That she till I know the event. I must watch them. No, did love me, I have had a thousand proofs, which, that is dishonest. Dishonest! How virtuous does like a brainless idiot, I wantonly trifled with. a real passion make one !-Heigh ho! [Walks What a pitiful rascal have I made myself? about in disorder.) He seems in great haste to

Bel. Why, in that I agree with you; but don't go to her. He has turned into the walk already. despair, man ; you may still be happier than you That abominablc old-fashioned cradle-work makes deserve.

the hedges so thick, there is no seeing through Mode. With what face can I approach her? them. An open lawn has ten thousand tiines the Every circumstance of her former affection now beauty, and is kept at less expence by half, rises in judgment against me. O, Belmour, she These cursed unnatural chairs are always in the has taught me to blush !

way, too. (Stumbling against one of the gardenBel. And I assure you it becomes you mighti- chairs.] What a miserable dog am I?-I would ly.

give an arm to know what they are talking about. Mode. Where can I apply? How can I address We talk of female coquettes! By my soul, her? All that I can possibly do, will look we beat them at their own weapons !-Staylike a mean artificial method of patching up my one stratagem I may yet put in practice, and it other disappointment.

is an honest one. The thought was lucky. I will Bel. More miracles still! She has not only about it instantly. Poor Modely! How has thy taught you to blush, but has absolutely made a vanity reduced thee! man of honour of you!



SCENE I.-Scene continues.

Vanity is his ruling vice; an idle affectation of Enter ARAMINTA and BELMOUR.

success among the ladies, which makes fools ad

mire, and boys envy him, is the master-passion Ara. You find, Mr Belmour, that I have seen of his giddy heart. The severe checks hie bas your partialities, and, like a woman of honour, I met with to-day, have sufficiently opened bis unhave confessed my own. Your behaviour to your derstanding; and the real possession of one vafriend is generous beyond comparison, and I luable woman, whom he dreads to lose, will soon could almost join in the little stratagem you pro- convince him how despicable his folly has made pose, merely to see if he deserves it.

him. Bel. Indeed, madam, you mistake hiin utterly. Ara. I am afraid, Mr Belmour, a man who

You mean,


has, half his life, been pursuing bubbles, without the world, they only, in my eye, make him more perceiving their insignificance, will be easily contemptible. tempted to resume the chase. The possession of Mode. This I can bear, sir John because I one reality will hardly convince him that the rest have deserved it. were shadows. And a woman must be an idiot Sir John. You may think, perhaps, it is only indeed, who thinks of fixing a man to herself af- an idle affair with a lady, what half mankind are ter marriage, whom she could not secure before guilty of, and what the conceited wits of your it. To begin with insensibility !0 fy, Mr acquaintance will treat with raillery. Faith with Modely!

a woman! ridiculous !--But let me tell you, Mr Bel. You need not fear it, madam; his heart— Modely, the man who, even slightly, deceives a

Ara: Is as idle as our conversation on the sub- believing and a trusting woman, can never be a ject. I beg your pardon for the comparison, as man of honour. I do, for having sent for you in this manner. But Mode. I own the truth of your assertions. I I thought it necessary, that both you and Mr feel the awful superiority of your real virtue. Modely should know my real sentiments, undis- Nor should any thing have dragged me into your guised by passion.

presence, so much I dreaded it, but the sincerest Bel. And may I hope you will concur in my hope of making you happy. proposal?

Sir John. Making me happy, Mr Modely Ara. I don't know what to say to it; it is a You have put it out of your own power. (Walks piece of mummery, which I am ill suited for at from him, then turns to him again.] present. But if an opportunity should offer, I | I suppose, by a resignation of Celia to me? must confess I have enough of the woman in me, Mode. Not of Celia only, but her affections. not to be insensible to the charms of an innocent Sir John. Vain and impotent proposal ! revenge. But this other intricate business, if you Mode. Sir John, 'tis not a time for altercation. can assist me in that, you will oblige me beyond By all my hopes of bliss here and hereafter, you measure. They are two hearts, Mr Belmour, are the real passion of her soul! Look not so worthy to be united! Had my brother a little unbelieving ; by Heaven 'tis true! and nothing less honour, and she a little less sensibility--But but an artful insinuation of your never intending I know not what to think of it.

to marry her, and even concurring in our affair, Bel. In that, madam, I can certainly assist could ever have made her listen one moment to you. Ara. How, dear Mr Belmour ?

Sir John. Why do I hear you ?-0, Mr ModeBel. I have been a witness, unknown to Celia, ly, you touch my weakest part ! to such a conversation, as will clear up every

Mode. Cherish the tender feeling, and be doubt sir John can possibly have entertained. happy.

dra. You charm me when you say so. As I Sir John. Is it possible that amiable creature live, here comes my brother! Stay; is not that can think and talk tenderly of me? I know her wretch, Modely, with him? He is actually. generosity; but generosity is not the point. What can his assurance be plotting now? Come Mode. Believe me, sir, 'tis more; 'uis real unthis way,

Mr Belmour; we will watch them at a affected passion. Her innocent soul speaks distance, that no harm may happen between through her eyes the honest dictates of her them, and talk to the girl first. The monster! heart. In our last conference, notwithstanding

[E.reunt. her mother's commands; notwithstandig-what i

blush to own—my utmost ardent solicitations to Enter Sir JOHN DORILANT and MODELY.

the contrary, she persisted in her integrity, tore Mode. (Entering, and looking after Ara, and the papers which left her choice free, and treated BEL.] They are together still! But let me re- us with an indignation which added charins to sume my nobler self.

virtue. Sir John. Why will you follow me, Mr Mode- Sir John. O these Aattering sounds !-Would ly? I have purposely avoided you. My heart I could believe them! swells with indignation. I know not what may Mode. Belmour, as well as myself, and lady be the consequence.

Beverley, was a witness of the truth of them. Í Mode. Upon my honour, sir John

thought it my duty to inform you, as I know Sir John. Honour, Mr Modely! 'tis a sacred your delicacy with regard to her. And indeed I word. You ought to shudder when you pronounce would in some measure endeavour to repair the it. Ilonour has do existence but in the breast of injuries I have offered to your farnily, before I truth. 'Tis the barmonious result of every virtue leave it for ever---0, sir Johin, let not an illcombine l. You have sense, you have knowledge; judged nicety debar you from a happiness, which but, I can assure you, Mr Modely, though parts stands with open arms to receive you. Think and knowledge, without the dictates of justice, or what my folly has lost in Araminta; and, when the feelings of humanity, may make a bold and your indignation at the affront is a little respited, mischievous member of society even courted by be blest yourself, and pity me-[As he goes out,

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he still looks after ARAMINTA and Belmour.] Lady Bev. This is what I had to declare, sir

I don't see them now; but I will go round John. that way to the house.

[Erit MODELY. Sir John. Does Celia, madam, desire to leave Sir John. What can this mean -He cannot me! intend to deceive me; he seems too sincerely Lady Beo. It was a

proposal of her own. affected— I must, I will believe him. The mind, Sir John. Confusion ! which suspects injustice, is half guilty of it itself Lady Bev. And a very sensible one too, in my

-Talks tenderly of me! tore the papers ! opinion. For when people are not so easy totreated them with indignation ! Heavens! what gether, as might be expected, I know no better a flow of tender joy comes over me!

-Shall remedy than parting. Celia, then, be mine? How my heart dances ! O! Sir John. (Aside. Sure, this is no trick of I could be wondrous foolish SWell, Jonathan ! Modely's, to get her away from me !-He talked

too himself of leaving my family immediatelyEnter STEWARD.

I shall relapse again. Stew. The gentleman, sir

Lady Bev. I find, sir John, you are somewhat Sir John. What of the gentleman ? I am ready disconcerted : but for my partfor any thing.

Sir John. O torture ! Stew. Will wait upon your honour to-morrow, Lady Bev. I say, for my part, sir John, it as you are not at leisuse.

might have been altogether as well, perhaps, if Sir John. With all my heart—Now or then, we had never met. whenever he pleases.

Sir John. I am sorry, madam, my behaviour Stew. I am glad to see your honour in spirits. has offended you, but

Sir John. Spirits, Jonathan! I am light as air -Make a thousand excuses to him- -but let it

Enter ARAMINTA, CELIA, and BELMOUR. be to-morrow, however, for I see lady Beverley coming this way.

Ara. [To CELIA, as she enters.] Leave the Stew. Heaven bless his good soul! I love to house indeed !--Come, come, you shall speak to see him merry.

[Exit. him—What is all this disorder for? Pray, bro

ther, has any thing new happened ?- That wretch Enter Lady BevERLEY.

has been beforehand with us. [Aside to Bel. Lady Beo. If I don't interrupt you, sir John- Lady Beo. Nothing at all, Mrs Araminta; I Sir John. Interrupt me, madam ! 'tis impos- have only made a very reasonable proposal to sible.

him, which he is pleased to treat with his and Lady Beo. For I would not be guilty of an your usual incivility. indecorum even to you.

Sir John. You wrong us, madam, with the imSir John. Come, come, lady Beverley, these putation—[After a pause, and some irresolution, little bickerings must be laid aside. Give me he goes up to CELIA.}-I thought, Miss Beveryour hand, lady. Now we are friends. (Kissing ley, I had already given up my authority, and it.How does your lovely daughter

that you were perfectly at liberty to follow your Lady Bev. You are in a mighty good humour, own inclinations. I could have wished, indeed, sir John; perhaps every body may not be so. to have still assisted you with my advice; and I

Sir John. Every body must be so, madam, flattered myself that my presence would have where I come: I am joy itself!

been no restraint

upon your conduct. But I find

it is otherwise. My very roof is grown irksome “ The jolly god that leads the jocund hours."

to you, and the innocent pleasure I received in Lady Bev. What is come to the man ! observing your growing virtues, is no longer to Whatever it is, I shalı damp it presently—[Aside.] be indulged to me.

-Do you choose to hear what I have to say, Celia. (), sir, put not so hard a construction sir John?

upon what I thought a blameless proceeding. Sir John. You can say nothing, madam, but Can it be wondered at, that I should Ay from that you consent, and Celia is my own -Yes, him, who has twice rejected me with disdain? you yourself have been a witness to her integrity, Sir John. With disdain, Celia ? Come, indulge me, lady Bererley. Declare it Celia. Who has withdrawn from me even his all, and let me listen to my happiness.

parental tenderness, and driven ine to the hard Lady Bev. I shall declare vothing, sir John, necessity of avoiding him, lest I should offend on that subject : what I have to say is of a very him farther. I know how much my inexperience different import-In short, without circumlo- wants a faithful guide ; I know what cruel cencution, or any unnecessary embarrassment to en- sures a malicious world will pass upon my con tangle the affair, I and my daughter are of opi- duct—but I must bear them all. For he, who nion, that it is by no means proper for us to con- might protect me from myself-protect me from tinue any longer in your family.

the insults of licentious tongues, abandons me to Sir John, Madam!


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