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that subject, to deliver, what I entrusted to your- Miss Nev. Well, my dear Hastings, if you self, to the care of another, sir?
have that esteem for me, that I think, that I am Miss Nev. Mr Hastings ! Mr Marlow !- sure you have, your constancy for three years Why will you increase my distress by this ground will but increase the happiness of our future less dispute ? I implore, I entreat you
Mrs Hard. [Within.] Miss Neville. ConEnter Servant.
stance ! why Constance, 1 say! Ser. Your cloak, madam. My mistress is im- Miss Nev. I'm coming. Well, constancy.patient.
Remember, constancy is the word. [Erit. Miss Nev. I come. Pray, be pacified. If I Hast. My heart, how can I support this? To leave you thus, I shall die with apprehension. be so near happiness, and such bappiness!
Mar. (To TONY.] You see now, young gentleEnter Servant.
man, the effects of your folly. What might be Ser. Your fan, muff, and gloves, madam. The amusement to yon, is here disappointment, and horses are waiting.
even distress. Miss Neo. O, Mr Marlow! if you knew what Tony. [From a receric. Ecod, I have hit it! a scene of constraint and ill-nature lies before It's here. Your hands. Yours and yours, my
I am sure it would convert your resentment poor Sulky. My boots there, ho! Meet me two into pity.
hours hence, at the bottom of the garden; and Mar. I am so distracted with a variety of if you don't find Tony Lumpkin a more good-napassions, that I don't know what I do. Forgive tured fellow than you thought for, I'll give you me, madam. George, forgive me. You know leave to take my best horse, and Bet Bouncer my hasty temper, and should not exasperate it. into the bargain. Come along! My boots, ho ! Hust. The torture of my situation is my only
to me? My son is possessed of more than a Enter Hastings and Servant.
competence already, and can want nothing but a
good and virtuous girl to share his happiness, and Hast. You saw the old lady and Miss Neville encrease it. If they like each other, as you say drive off, you say?
they doSer. Yes, your honour. They went off in a Hard. If, man? I tell you they do like each post coach, and the young 'squire went on horse- other. My daughter as good as told me so. back. They're thirty miles off by this time. Sir Cha. But girls are apt to flatter themHast. Then, all my hopes are over!
selves, you know. Ser. Yes, sir. Old sir Charles is arrived.- Hard. I saw hin grasp her hand in the warmHe, and the old gentleman of the house, have est manner myself; and here he comes to put been laughing at Mr Marlow's mistake this half you out of your its, I warrant him. hour. They are coming this way. Hast. Then, I must not be seen. So, now to
Enter MARLOW. my fruitless appointment at the bottom of the Mar. I come, sir, once more, to ask pardon garden. This is about the time. [Erit. for my strange conduct. I can scarce reflect on
my insolence without confusion? Enter Sir CHARLES MARLOW and HARD
Hard. Tut, boy! a trifle. You take it too
gravely. An hour or two's laughing with ins Hard. Ha, ha, ha! The peremptory tone in daughter will set all to rights again-She'll never which he sent forth his sublime commands !
like you the worse for it. Sir Cha. And the reserve, with which, I suppose, Mar. Sir, I shall be always proud of her aphe treated all your advances !
probation. Hard. And yet he might have seen some- Hard. Approbation is but a cold word, Mr thing in me above a common inn-keeper, too. Marlow; if I am not deceived, you have some
Sir Chu. Yes, Dick! but he mistook you for thing more than approbation thereabouts. You an uncommon inn-keeper, ha, ha, ha!
take me? Hard. Well, I am in too good spirits to think Mar. Really, sir, I have not that happiness, of any thing but joy. Yes, my dear friend, this Hard. Come, boy; I'm an old fellow, and union of our families will make our personal know what's what, as well as you that are youngfriendships hereditary; and though my daugh- er. I know what has past between you ter's fortune is but small
but mum. Sir Cha. Why, Dick, will you talk of fortune Mar. Sure, sir, nothing has past between us
but the most profound respect on my side, and Sir Cha. Did he talk of love? the most distant reserve on hers. You don't Miss Hurd. Much, sir. think, sir, that my impudence has been passed Sir Cha. Amazing! And all this formally? upon all the rest of the family?
Miss Hard. Formally. Hard. Impudence! No, I don't say that, Hard. Now, my friend, I hope you are satisNot quite impudence-Though girls like to be fied ? played with, and rumpled too, sometimes. But Sir Cha. And how did he behave, madam? she has told no tales, I assure you.
Miss Haril. As most profest admirers do. Mur. I never gave her the slightest cause. Said some civil things of my face, talked much Hard. Well, well
. I like modesty in its place of his want of merit, and the greatness of mine; well enough. But this is over acting, young mentioned his heart, gave a short tragedy-speech, gentleman. You may be open.
Your father and ended with pretended rapture. and I will like you the better for it.
Sir Cha. Now I'm perfectly convinced, indeed. Mar. May I die, sir, if I ever
I know his conversation among women to be Hard. I tell you, she don't dislike you ; and as modest and submissive. This forward, canting, I'm sure you like hier
ranting manner, by no means describes him, and Mar. Dear-I protest, sir
I'm confident he never sat for the picture. Hard. I see no reason why you should not be Miss Hard. Then what, sir, if I should conjoined as fast as the parson can tie you.
vince you to your face of my sincerity? If you Mar. But hear me, sir
and my papa, in about half an hour, will place Hard. Your father approves the match, I ad-yourselves behind that screen, you shall hear him mire it, every moment's delay will be doing mis- declare his passion to me in person, chief, so
Sir Cha. Agreed. And if I find him what you Mar. But why won't you hear me? By all describe, all my happiness in him must have an that's just and truc, I never gave Miss Hard- end.
[Erit. castle the slightest mark of my attachment, or Miss Hard. And if you don't find him what I even the most distant hint to suspect me of af- describe-I fear my happiness must never have a fection. We had but one interview, and that beginning.
[Exeunt. was formal, modest, and uninteresting.
Hard. [Aside.] This fellow's formal, modest SCENE II.—The back of the garden. impudence, is beyond bearing. Sir Cha. And you never grasped her hand, or
Enter HASTINGS. made any protestations ?
Hast. What an ideot am I, to wait here for a Mar. As Heaven is my witness, I came down fellow, who probably takes a delight in mortifiin obedience to your comınands! I saw the ladying me. He never intended to be punctual, and without emotion, and parted without reluctance. I'll wait no longer. What do I see? It is he, I hope you'll exact no further proofs of my duty, and perhaps with news of my
Constance. nor prevent me from leaving a house, in which I suffer so many mortifications.
Enter Tony, booted and spattered. Sir Cha. I'm astonished at the air of sincerity My honest 'squire ! I now find you a with which he parted!
word. This looks like friendship. Hard. And I'm astonished at the deliberate Tony. Ay, I'm your friend, and the best friend intrepidity of his assurance.
you have in the world, if you knew but all. This Sir Cha. I dare pledge my life and honour riding by night, by the by, is cursedly tiresome. upon his truth.
It has shook me worse than the basket of a Hard. Here comes my daughter, and I would stage coach. stake my happiness upon her veracity.
Hast. But how? Where did you leave your
fellow travellers ? Are they in safety? Are they Enter Miss HARDCASTLE.
housed? Kate, come hither, child. Answer us sincerely, Tony. Five and twenty miles in two hours and and without reserve; has Mr Marlow made you a half, is no such bad driving. The poor beasts any professions of love and affection?
have sinoked for it: Rabbit ine, but I'd rather Niss Hard. The question is very abrupt, sir! ride forty miles after a fox, than ten with sucii But since you require unreserved sincerity, Ivarment! think he has.
Hast. Well, but where have you left the laHard. [To Sir Charles.] You see !
dies? I die with impatience. Sir Chu. And pray, madam, have you and my Tony. Left them? Why, where should I leare son had more than one interview?
them, but where I found then? Miss Hárd. Yes, sir, several.
. Hust. This is a riddie! Hard. [To Sir Charles.) You see!
Tony. Riddle mne this then. What's that Sir Cha. But did he profess any attachment? round the house, and round the house, and never Miss Hard. A lasting one.
touches the house? VOL. II.
Hast. I'm still astray.
be afraid. Is that a man that's galloping behind Tony. Why that's it, mun. I have led them us? No; its only a tree. Don't be afraid. astray. By jingo, there's not a pond or slough Mrs Hard. The fright will certainly kill me! within five miles of the place but they can tell Tony. Do you see any thing like a black hat the taste of!
moving behind the thicket? Hast. Ha, ha, ha! I understand; you took Mrs Hard. ( death! them in a round, while they supposed themselves Tony. No, its only a cow. Don't be afraid, going forward. And so you have at last brought mamma—don't be afraid. them home again!
Afrs Hard. As I'm alive, Tony, I see a Tony. You shall hear. I first took them down coming towards us ! Ah! I'm sure on't. If he Feather-bed-lane, where we stuck fast in the perceives us, we are undone. mud. I then rattled them crack over the stones Tony. [ Aside.] Father in law, by all that's unof Up-and-down Hill--I then introduced them to lucky, come to take one of his night walks! the gibbet on Heavy-tree Heath—and from that, | [To her.] Ah, its a highwayman, with pistols as with a circumbendibus, I fairly lodged them in long as my arm. A damned ill looking fellow ! the horsepond at the bottom of the garden. Mrs Hurd. Good Heaven defend us! He apHast. But no accident, I hope?
proaches. Tony. No, no. Only mother is confoundedly Tony. Do you hide yourself in that thicket, frightened. She thinks herself forty miles off. and leave me to manage him. If there be any Slie's sick of the journey, and the cattle can danger I'll cough, and cry hem! When I cough, scarce crawl. So, it your own horses be ready, be sure to keep close. you may whip off with cousin, and I'll be bound [Mrs HARDCASTLE hides behind a tree in the that no soul here can budge a foot to follow you.
back scene.] Hast. My dear friend, how can I be grateful?
Enter HARDCASTLE. Tony. Ay, now its dear friend, noble 'squire. Just now, it was all idiot, cub, and run me Hard. I'm mistaken, or I heard voices of peo through the guts. Damn your way of fighting, I ple in want of help. Oh, Tony, is that you? I say! After we take a knock in this part of the did not expect you so soon back. Are your mocountry, we kiss and be friends. But if you had ther and her charge in safety? run me through the guts, then I should be dead, Tony. Very safe, sir, at my aunt Pedigree's. and you might go kiss the hangman.
Hem ! Hast. The rebuke is just. But I must hasten Mrs Hard. [From behind.] Ah death! I find to relieve Miss Neville. If you keep the old lady there's danger! employed, I promise to take care of the young Hard. Forty miles in three hours ! sure, that's
[Exit Hastings. too much, my youngster. Tony. Never fear me. Here she comes ! Va- Tony. Stout horses and willing minds make nish! She's got from the pond, and draggled up short journies, as they say. Hem! to the waist like a mermaid.
Mrs Hard. (From behind.) Sure he'll do the
dear boy no harm ! Enter Mrs HARDCASTLÉ.
Hard. But I heard a voice bere; I should be
glad to know from whence it came? Jrs Hard. Oh, Tony, I'm killed! Shook ! Tony. It was I, sir, talking to myself, sir. I Battered to death! I shall never survive it!- was saying that forty miles in three hours was That last jolt, that laid us against the quickset very good going. Hem! As to be sure it was. hedge, has done my business.
Hei! I have got a sort of cold by being out in Tony. Alack, mamma, it was all your own the air. We'll go in, if you please? Hem! fault. You would be for running away by night, Hard. But if you talked to yourself, you did without knowing one inch of the way.
not answer yourself. I am certain I heard two Mirs Hard. I wish we were at home again! I voices, and am resolved (Raising his voice.] to never met so many accidents in so short a jour- find the other out.
Drenched in the mud, overturned in a Mirs Hard. [From behind.) Oh! he's coming ditch, stuck fast in a slough, jolted to a jelly, and to tind me out! Oh! at last to lose our way!
Whereabouts do you Tony. What need you go, sir, if I tell you? think we are, Tony?
Hem! I'll lay down iny life for the truth—hem Tony. By my guess, we should be upon Crack--I'll tell you all, sir,
[Detaining hin. skill common, about forty miles from home. Hurd. I tell you, I will not be detained. I in
Mirs Hurd. O) lud ! O lud! the most notorious sist on seeing. It's vain to espect I'll believe spt in all the country. We only want a robbery you. to make a complete night on't.
Mrs Hurd. [Running forward from behind.) Tony. Don't be afraid, mamma, don't be a- O lud! he'll murder my poor boy, my darling! fraid. Two of the five that kept here are baug. llere, good gentleman, whet your rage upon me. ed, and the other three may not find us. Don't Take iny money, my life, but spare that young
gentleman ! spare my child, if you have any mer- Hast. I have no hopes. But since you persist,
I must reluctantly obey you.
Ereunt. Hard. My wife! as I am a Christian. From whence can she come, or what does she mean!
SCENE III.-Changes. Mrs Hard. (Kneeling.] Take compassion on us, good Mr Highwayman. Take our money, our
Enter Srr CHARLES MARLOW and Miss watches, all we have, but spare our lives. We
HARDCASTLE. will never bring you to justice, indeed we won't, Sir Cha. What a situation am I in! If what good Mr Highwayman !
you say appears, I shall then find a guilty son. Hard. I believe the woman's out of her senses ! | If what he says be true, I shall then lose one What, Dorothy, don't you know me?
that, of all others, I most wished for a daughter. Mrs Hard. Mr Hardcastle, as I'ın alive! My Miss Hard. I am proud of your approbation, fears blinded me. But who, my dear, could have and to shew I merit it, if you place yourselves as expected to meet you here, in this frightful place, I directed, you shall hear his explicit declaration. so far from home? What has brought you to rol. But he comes. low us
Sir Cha. I'll to your father, and keep him to Hurd. Sure, Dorothy, you have not lost your
[Exit Sir Cha, wits. So far from home, when you are within forty yards of your own door.-[To him.] This is
Enter Marlow. of your
old tricks, you graceless rogue !--[To Mar. Though prepared for setting out, I come her.] Don't you know the gate, and the mulberry- once more to take leave; nor did I, till this motree? and don't you remember the horsepond, my ment, know the pain I feel in the separation. dear?
Miss Hard. (In her own natural manner.] I Mrs Hard. Yes, I shall remeinber the horse believe these sufferings cannot be very great, sir, pond as long as I live; I have caught my death which you can so easily remove. A day or two in it.—LTO Tony.) And is it to you, you grace- longer, perhaps, might lessen your uneasiness, by less varlet, I owe all this? I'll teach you to abuse shewing the little value of what you now think your mother, I will.
proper to regret. Tony. Ecod, mother, all the parish says you Mar. [Aside.] This girl every moment imhave spoiled me, and so you may take the fruits proves upon me.—[To her.] It must not be, maon't.
dam. I have already trifled too long with my heart. Mrs Hard. I'll spoil you, I will!
My very pride begins to subunit to my passion. [Follows him off the stage. The disparity of education and fortune, the anHard. There's morality, however, in his re- ger of a parent, and the contempt of my equals, ply.
[Erit. begin to lose their weight; and nothing can re
store me to myself, but this painful effort of reEnter HASTINGS and Miss NEVILLE.
solution. Hast. My dear Constance, why will you deli- Miss Hard. Then go, sir. I'll urge nothing berate thus? If we delay a moment, all is lost more to detain you. Though my family be as for ever.
Pluck up a little resolution, and we good as hers you came down to visit, and my shall soon be out of the reach of her malignity. education, I hope, not inferior, what are these
Miss Nev. I find it impossible. My spirits are advantages without equal affluence? I must reso sunk with the agitations I have suffered, that main contented with the slight approbation of I am unable to face any new danger. Two or imputed merit; I must have only the inockery of three years patience will, at last, crown us with your addresses, while all your serious aims are happiness.
fixed on fortune, Hast. Such a tedious delay is worse than inconstancy. Let us fly, my charmer! Let us date Enter HARDCASTLE and Sir CAARLES Marlow our happiness from this very moment. Perish
from behind. fortune! Love and content will increase what Sir Cha. Here, behind this screen. we possess beyond a monarch's revenue. Let me Hard. Ay, ay; make no noise. I'll engage my prevail.
Kate covers him with confusion at last. Miss Nev. No, Mr Hastings; no. Prudence Mar. By heavens, madam, fortune was ever once more comes to my relief, and I will obey my smallest consideration! Your beauty at first its dictates. In the moment of passion, fortune caught my eye; for, who could see that without may be despised, but it ever produces a lasting emotion?" But every moment that I converse repentance. I'm resolved to apply to Mr Hard- with you, steals in some new grace, heightens the castle's compassion and justice for redress. picture, and gives it stronger expression. What
Hast. But though he had the will, he has not at first seemed rustic plainness, now appears rethe power to relieve you.
fined simplicity. What seemed forward assuMiss Neo. But he has influence; and upon that rance, now strikes me as the result of courageous I am resolved to rely.
innocence, and conscious virtue.
Sir Cha. What can it mean? He amazes me! or the loud confident creature, that keeps it up Hurd. I told you how it would be. Hush ! with Mrs Mantrap, and old Mrs Biddy Buckskin,
Mlar. I am now determined to stay, madam, till three in the morning; ha, ha, ha! and I have too good an opinion of my father's Mar. O, curse on my noisy head! I never atdiscernment, when he sees you, to doubt his ap- tempted to be impudent yet, that I was not taprobation.
ken down. I must be gone. Miss Hard. No, Mr Marlow, I will not, can- Hard. By the hand of my body, but you shall pot detain you. Do you think I could suffer a not! I rec it was all a misiake, and I am rejoiconnection, in which there is the smallest room ced to find it. You shall not, sir, I tell you. I for repentance? Do you think I would take the know she'll forgive you. Won't you forgive him, mean advantage of a transieut passion, to load Kare? We'll all forgive you. Take courage, man. you with confusion? Do you think I could ever
[They retire, she tormenting him to the relish that liappiness which was acquired by less
back scene. ening yours? Nlar. By a! that's good, I can have no happi
Enter Mrs HARDCASTLE, and Toxy. ness but what's in your power to grant ine. Nor shall I ever feel repentance, but in not having Mrs Hard. So, so, they're gone off! Let them seen your inerits before, I will stay, even con- go, I care not.
and though you should per- Hurd. Who gone? sist to shun me, I will make my respectful assi- Mrs Hard. My dutiful niece and her gentle duities atone for the levity of my past conduct. man, Mr Hastings, from town. He who came
Miss Hard. Sir, I must entreat you'll desist. down with our modest visitor here. As our acquaintance beyan, so let it end, in in- Sir Cha. Who, my honest George Hastings? difference. I might have given an hour or two As worthy a fellow as lives, and the girl could to levity; but seriously, Mr Marlow, do you think not have made a more prudent choice. I could ever submit to a connexion, where I must Hard. Then, by the hand of my body, I'm appear mercenary, and you imprudent? Do you proud of the connexion ! think I could ever catch at the confident ad- Mrs Hard. Well, if he has taken away the ladresses of a secure admirer?
dy, he has not taken her fortune; that remains in Mar. (Kneeling:] Does this look like security? this family, to console us for her loss. Does this look like confidence? No, madam, Hurd. Sure, Dorothy, you would not be so every moment that shews me your merit, only mercenary? serves to increase my diffidence and confusion. Mrs Hard. Ay, that's my affair, not yours. Here let me continue
But, you know, if your son, when of age, refuses Sir Cha. I can bold it no longer. Charles, to marry his cousin, her whole fortune is then at Charles, how hast thou deceived me! Is this her own disposal. your indifference, your uninteresting conversa- Hard. Ay, but he's not of age, and she has not tion?
thought proper to wait for his refusal. Hurd. Your cold contempt; your formal interview? What have you to say now?
Enter Hastings, and Miss NEVILLE. Mar. That I'm all amazeinent! What can it Mrs Hard. (Aside.] What, returned so soon! mean?
I begin not to like it. Hard. It means, that you can say and unsay Hast. (To LIARDCASTLE.) For my late attempt things at pleasure. That you can address a lady to fly off with your niece, let my present confuin private, and deny it in public; that you have sion be my punishment. We are now come one story for us, and another for my daughter. back, to appeal from your justice to your hu
Mar. Daughter !-this lady your daughter? manity. By her father's consent, I first paid her
Hard. Yes, sir, my only daughter; my Kate; my addresses, and our passions were first foundwhose else should she be?
ed in duty. Nar. Oh, the devil !
Miss New. Since his death, I have been obliMiss Hard. Yes, sir, that very identical, tall, ged to stoop to dissimulation to avoid oppression. squinting lady, you were pleased to take me for In an hour of levity, I was ready even to give up [Curtesying.). She that you addressed as the my fortune to secure my choice. But I am now mild, modest, sentimental man of gravity, and recovered from the delusion, and hope, from your the bold, forward, agreeable rattle of the ladies? tenderness, what is denied me from a nearer conclub; ha, ha!
nexion. Mar. Zounds! there's no bearing this; it's Mrs Hard. Pshaw, pshaw ! this is all but the worse than death!
whining end of a moderni novel. Miss Hard. In which of your characters, sir, Hard. Be it what it will, I'm glad they are will you give us leave to address you? As the come back to reclaim their due. Come hither, faltering gentleman, with looks on the ground, Tony, boy. Do you refuse this lady's hand, whom that speaks just to be heard, and hates bypocrisy; I now offer you?