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Aim. No, no; we'll bind them.

- Was not this blood shed in your defence, and Arch. Ay, ay; here, Madam, lend me your my life exposed for your protection ?-Lookye, garter. [To Mrs. Sullen, who stands by him. Madam, I'm none of your romantic fools, that

Mrs. S. The devil's in this fellow; he fights, fight giants and monsters for nothing; my valour loves, and banters, all in a breath: here's a rope is downright Swiss; I am a soldier of fortune, and that the roques brought with them, I suppose. must be paid

Arch. Right, right, the rogue's destiny, a rope Mrs. S. 'Tis ungenerous in you, Sir, to upto hang himself-Come, my lord-this is but a braid me with your services. scandalous sort of an office, (Binding the rogues Arch. 'Tis ungenerous in you, Madam, not to together.] if our adventure should end in this reward them. sort of hangman work; but I hope there is some Mrs. S. How! at the expense of my honour! thing in prospect that

Arch. Honour! Can honour consist with in

gratitude! If you would deal like a woman of Enter SCRUB.

honour, do like a man of honour: d'ye think I Well, Scrub, have you secured your Tartar ? would deny you in such a case ? Scrub. Yes, Sir, I left the priest and him dis

Enter GIPSEY. puting about religion.

Gip. Madam, my lady has ordered me to tell Aim. And pray carry these gentlemen to reap you, that your brother is below at the gate. the benefit of the controversy.

Mrs. S. My brother! Heavens be praised :[Delivers the prisoners to SCRUB, who leads Sir, he shall thank you for your services; he has

it in his power.. Mrs. S. Pray, sister, how came my lord here?

Arch. Who is your brother, Madam ? Dor. And pray, how came the gentleman here? Mrs. S. Sir Charles Freeman. You'll excuse

Mrs. S. I'll tell you the greatest piece of vil- me, Sir; I must go and receive him. lany[ They talk in dumb show.

Arch. Sir Charles Freeman ! 'Sdeath and šim. I fancy, Archer

, you have been more hell !—my old acquaintance. Now, unless Aimsuccessful in your adventure than the house - well has made good use of his time, all our fair breakers.

machine goes souse into the sea, like the EddyArch. No matter for my adventure, yours is

stone.

(Erit. the principal-Press her this minute to marry you--now while she's hurried between the pal

SCENE IV.-A Gallery in the same House. pitation of her fear, and the joy of her deliver Enter AIMWELL and DORINDA. ance; now while the tide of her spirits are at high'flood :-throw yourself at her feet, speak – Your late generous action will, I hope. plead

Dor. Well, well, my lord, you have conquered. some romantic nonsense or other-confound her for my easy yielding; though I must own you senses, bear down her reason, and away with her. The priest is now in the cellar, and dare lordship had a friend in the fort before.

Aim. The sweets of Hybla dwell upon her not refuse to do the work.

Aim. But how shall I get off without being tongue. Here, doctorobserved ?

Enter FOIGARD, with a book, Arch. You a lover, and not find a way to get Foig. Are you prepared, bote? off!-Let me see.

Dor. I'm ready ; but first, my lord, one wordAim. You bleed, Archer.

I have a frightful example of a hasty marriage in Arch. 'Sdeath, I'm glad on't; this wound will my own family; when I reflect upon't, it shocks do the business—I'll amuse the old lady and Mrs. me. Pray, my lord, consider a little Sullen about dressing my wound, while you Aim. Consider! do you doubt my honour or carry off Dorinda.

Lady B. Gentlemen, could we understand Dor. Neither. I do believe you equally just how you would be gratified for the services as brave-And were your whole sex drawn out

Arch. Come, come, my lady, this is no time for for me to choose, I should not cast a look upon the compliments; I'm wounded, Madam.

multitude, if you were absent-But, my lord, I'm Lady B. f. Mrs. S. How! wounded! a woman :-colours, concealments, may hide a Dor. I hope, Sir, you have received no hurt ? thousand faults in me-Therefore know me bet

{To Aim. ter first; I hardly dare affirm I know myself in Aim. None but what you may cure. (Makes love. any thing except my love.

Lady B. Let me see your arm, Siz-I must Aim. Such goodness who could injure? I find have some powder-sugar, to stop the blood-O myself unequal to the task of villain. She has me! an ugly gash; upon my word, Sir, you gained my soul

, and niade it honest like her own must go into bed.

-I cannot hurt her. (Aside.) Doctor, retire, Arch. Ay, my lady, a bed would do very well [Erit Foigard.] Madam, behold your lover and - Madam, (To Mrs. Sullen.) will you do me your proselyte, and judge of my passion by my the favour to conduct me to a chamber? conversion—I'm all a lie, nor dare I give a fic

Lady B. Do, do, daughter-while I get the tion to your arms; I'm all a counterfeit, except lint, and the probe, and the plaister, ready. my passion.

(Runs out one way; AIM. carries of Dor. Dor. Forbid it, Heaven! a counterfeit ! another.

Aim. I am no lord, but a poor needy man, Arch. Come, Madam, why don't you obey come, with a mean and scandalous design, to your mother's commands?

prey upon your fortune !--but the beauties of Mrs. S. How can you, after what is past, have your mind and person have so won me from mythe confidence to ask me ?

self, that, like a trusty servant, I prefer the inArch. And if you go to that, how can you, af- terest of my mistress to my own. ter what is past, have

the confidence to deny me ? | Dor, Pray, Sir, who are you?

my love ?

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Aim. Brother to the man whose title I usurped, Foig. Upon my shoul, and so is myshelf. but stranger to his honour or his fortune.

Arch. What's the matter now, Madam? Dor. Matchless Honesty !-Once I was proud, Dor. Lookye Sir, one generous action deserves Sir, of your wealth and title, but now am prouder another. This gentleman's honour obliged him that you want it. Now I can show my regard to hide nothing from me; my justice engages me was justly levelled, and had no aim but love. Doc- to conceal nothing from him; in short, Sir, you tor, come in.

are the person that you thought you counterEnter Forgard at one door, Girsey at another, feited; you are the true Lord Viscount Aimwell, who whispers DORINDA.

and I wish your lordship joy. Now, priest, you Your pardon, Sir, we sha’n't want you now, Sir. may be gone; if my lord is now pleased with the You must excuse me—I'll wait on you presently.

match, let his lordship marry me in the face of the

world. [Erit with Gipsey.

Aim. Archer, what does she mean? Foig. Upon my shoul, now dis is foolish. (Erit.

Dor. Here's a witness for my truth. Ain. Gone! and bid the priest depart-It has an ominous look.

Enter Sir Charles and Mrs. SULLEN. Enter ARCHER.

Sir C. My dear Lord Aimwell, I wish you joy. Arch. Courage, Tom-shall I wish you joy? Aim. Of what? Aim. No.

Sir C. Of your honour and esiate. Your broArch. Oons! man, what ha' you been doing ? ther died the day before I left London; and all

Aim. O, Archer, my honesty, I fear, has ru- your friends have writ after you to Brussels; ined me.

among the rest, I did myself the honour. Arch. How?

Arch. Harkye, Sir knight, don't you banter Aim. I have discovered myself.

now? Arch. Discovered! and without my consent ! Sir C. 'Tis truth, upon my honour. What! Have I embarked my small remains in Aim. Thanks to the pregnant stars that formthe same bottom with yours, and you dispose of ed this accident. all without my partnership?

Arch. Thanks to the womb of time that brought Aim. O, Archer, I own my fault.

it forth; away with it. Arch. After conviction—'T'is then too late for Aim. Thanks to my guardian angel that led - pardon. You may remember, Mr. Aimwell, that me to the prize.- ., (Taking Dorinda's hand.

you proposed this folly-As you began, so end it. Arch. And double thanks to the noble Sir -Henceforth I'll hunt my fortune singly-So, Charles Freeman. My lord, I wish you joy. My farewell.

lady, I wish you joy-'Egad, Sir Charles, you're Aim. Stay, my dear Archer, but a minute. the honestesť fellow living—'Sdeath, I'm grown

Arch. Stay! What, to be despised, exposed, strangely airy upon this matter-My lord, how and laughed at! No, I would sooner change con- d’ye do ?-A word, my lord. Don't you rememditions with the worst of the rogues we just now ber something of a previous agreement that entio bound, than bear one scornful smile from the tles me to the moiety of this lady's fortune, which, proud knight that once I treated as my equal. I think, will amount to ten thousand pounds ? Aim. What knight?

Aim. Not a penny, Archer. You would ha' Arch. Sir Charles Freeman, brother to the cut my throat just now, because I would not delady that I had almost-But no matter for that; ceive this lady. 'tis a cursed night's work, and so I leave you to Arch. Ay, and Ill cut your throat still if you make the best on't.

should deceive her now. Aim. Freeman!—One word, Archer. Still I Aim. That's what I expect; and to end the have hopes; methought she received my confes- dispute, the lady's fortune is twenty thousand sion with pleasure.

pounds; we'll divide stakes; take the twenty thouArch. 'Sdeath, who doubts it?

sand pounds, or the lady. Aim. She consented after to the match; and Dor. How! Is your lordship so indifferent ? still I dare believe she will be just.

Arch. No, no, no, Madam, his lordship knows Arch. To herself, I warrant her, as you should very well that I'll take the money; I leave you to have been

his lordship, and so we're both provided for.
Aim. By all my hopes she comes, and smiling

Enter FOIGARD.
Enter DORINDA, gaily.

Foig. Arrah fait, de people do say you be all

robbed, joy. Dor. Come, my dear lord-I fly with impa

Aim. The ladies have been in some danger, tience to your arms—The minutes of my absence were a tedious year. Where 's the priest ?

Sir, as you saw.

Foig. Upon my shoul, our inn be robbed too. Enter FOIGARD.

Aim. Our inn! By whom? Arch. Oons, a brave girl.

Foig: Upon my shalvation, our landlord has Dor. I suppose, my lord, this gentleman is robbed himself, and run away vid de money. privy to our affairs?

Arch. Robbed himself?
Arch. Yes, yes, Madam, I'm to be your father. Foig. Ay fait! and me too, of a hundred
Dor. Come, priest, do your office.

pounds. Arch. Make haste, make haste, couple them Arch. Robbed you of a hundred pounds ! any way. (Takes AIMwELL's hand.] Come, Ma Foig. Yes, fait, honey, that I did owe to him. dam, I'm to give you

Aim. Our money 's gone, Frank.
Dor. My mind's altered; I wont.

Arch. Rot the money, my wench is gone-
Arch. Eh,

Scavez-vous quelque-chose de Mademoiselle Aim. I'm confounded

Cherry?

comes.

sheremony

S'r C. This good company meets opportunely Sir C. Are your expectations answered ? in favour of a design I have in behalf of my un Mrs. S. No. fortunate sister. I intend to part her from her Foig. Arrah, honeys, a clear cause, a clear husband-Gentlemen, will you assist me? caase!

Arch. Assist you! 'Sdeath, who would not? Sir C. What are the bars to your mutual con-
Foig. Ay, upon my shoul, we'll all ashist. tentment?
Enter SULLEN.

Mrs. S. In the first place, I can't drink ale with

him. Sul. What's all this? They tell me, spouse, Sul. Nor can I drink tea with her. that you had like to have been robbed.

Mrs. S. I can't hunt with you. Mrs. S. Truly, spouse, I was pretty near it Sul. Nor can I dance with you. had not these two gentlemen interposed.

Mrs. S. I hate cocking and racing. Sul. How came thes@gentlemen here?

Sul. I abhor ombre and piquet. Mrs. S. That's his way for returning thanks, Mrs. S. Your silence is intolerable. you must know.

Sul. Your prating is worse. Foig. Ay, but upon my conscience de question Mrs. S. Is there a thing on earth we can agree be a-propos for all dat.

in ? Sir C. You promised last night, Sir, that you Sul. Yes-to part. would deliver your lady to me this morning. Mrs. S. With all my heart. Sul. Humph!

Sul. Your hand. Arch. Humph! What do you mean by Mrs. S. Here. humph ?—Sir, you shall deliver her - In short, Sir, Sul. These hands joined us, these shall part we have saved you and your family; and if you us -Awayare not civil, we'll unbind the rogues, join with Mrs. S. East. 'em, and set fire to your house-What does the Sul. West. man mean? Not part with his wife.

Mrs. S. North. Foig. Arrah, not part wid your wife! Upon Sul. South; as far as the poles asunder. my shoul, de man does not understand common Foig. Amen! Upon my shoul, a very pretty shivility.

Mrs. S. Hold, gentlemen, all things here must Sir C. Now, Mr. Sullen, there wants only my move by, consent. Compulsion would spoil us. sister's fortune to make us easy. Let my dear and I talk the matter over, and you Sul. Sir Charles, you love your sister, and I shall judge between us.

love her fortune; every one to his fancy. Sul. Let me know, first, who are to be our Arch. Then you wont refund ? judges. Pray, Sir, who are you?

Sul. Not a stiver. Sir C. I am Sir Charles Freeman, come to Arch. What is her portion ? take away your wife.

Sir C. Twenty thousand pounds, Sir. Sul. And you, good Sir ?

Arch. I'll pay it. My lord, I thank him, has Aim. Thomas Viscount Aimwell, come to take enabled me. This night's adventure has proved away your sister.

strangely lucky to us all-for Captain Gibbet in Sul. And you, pray, Sir ?

his walk has made bold, Mr. Sullen, with your Arch. Francis Archer, Esq. come study and escritoir, and has taken out all the

Sul. To take away my mother, I hope Gen- writings of your estate; all the articles of marriage tlemen, you're heartily welcome. I never met with your lady, bills, bonds, leases, and receipts

, with three more obliging, people since I was born to an infinite value; I took 'em from him, and - And now, my dear, if you please, you shall will deliver them to Sir Charles. have the first word.

(Gives him a parcel of papers and parchments. Arch. And the last, for five pounds. (Aside. Sul. How, my writings ! my head aches conMrs. S. Spouse.

sumedly. Well, gentlemen, you shall have her Sul. Rib.

fortune, but I can't talk. If you have a mind, Sir Mrs. S. How long have you been married? Charles, to be merry, and celebrate my sister's

Sul. By the almanack fourteen months;—but wedding, and my divorce, you may command my by my account, fourteen years.

house ! but my head aches consumedly-Scrub, Mrs. S. 'Tis thereabout by my reckoning. bring me a dram.

[Erit

. Foig. Upon my conscience, deir accounts vil Foig. And, Scrub, put a little drop on the top agree.

for me!

(Erit. Mrs. S. Pray, spouse, what did you marry for ? Arch. 'Twould be hard to guess which of these Sul. To get an heir to my estate.

parties are the better pleased, the couple joined, Sir C. And have you succeeded ?

or the couple parted: the one rejoicing in hopes Sul. No.

of an untasted happiness, and the other in their Arch. The condition fails on his side—Pray, deliverance from an experienced misery. Madam, what did you marry for ?

Both happy in their several states we find; Mrs. S. To support the weakness of my sex These parted by consent, and those conjoin'd: by the strength of his, and to enjoy the pleasures Consent, if mutual, saves the lawyer's fee, of an agreeable society.

Consent is law enough to set you free.

END OF VOL. I.

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