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LEONTINE. Why, let him, when we are out of his power. But believe me, Olivia, you have no great reason to dread his resentment. His repining temper, as it does no manner of injury to himself, so will it never do harm to others. He only frets to keep himself employed, and scolds for his private amusement.
OLIVIA. I don't know that; but, I'm sure, on some occafions, it makes him look most shockingly.
CROAKER, discovering himself. How does he look now!-How does he look now?
CROAKER. How do I look now? Sir, I am your very humble fervant. Madam, I am yours. What, you are going off, are you? Then, first, if you please, take a word or two from me with
before you go. Tell me first where you are going? and when you have told me that, perhaps, I Thall know as little as I did before.
LEONTINE. If that be so, our answer might but increase your displeasure, without adding to your information.
CROAKER. I want no information from you, puppy: and you too, good madam, what answer have you got! Eh!
(A cry without, ftop him.) I think I heard a noise. My friend Honeywood without-has he feized the incendiary? Ah, no, for now I hear no more on't.
LEONTINE. Honeywood without! Then, Sir, it was Mr. Honeywood that directed you hither.
CROAKER. No, Sir, it was Mr. Honeywood conducted me hither.
LEONTINE, Is it possible ?
CROAKER. Pollible! Why, he's in the house now, Sir: more anxious about me, than my own son, Sir,
LEONTINE. Then, Sir, he's a villain.
CROAKER. How, firrah! a villain, because he takes most care of your
father? I'll not bear it. I tell you I'll not bear it. Honeywood is a friend to the family, and I'll have him treated as such,
LEONTINE. I shall study to repay his friendship as it deserves.
CROAKER. Ah, rogue, if you knew how earnestly he entered into my griefs, and pointed out the means to detect them, you would love him as I do. (A cry without, stap him.) Fire and fury! they have seized the in
stop him !
cendiary: they have the villain, the incendiary in view. Stop him! stop an incendiary! a murderer ;
[Exit. OLIVIA. Oh, my terrors! What can this, new tumult mean?
LeonTINE. Some new mark, I suppose, of Mr. Honeywood's fincerity. But we shall have fatisfaction: he shall give me instant satisfaction.
Olivia. It must not be,' my Leontine, if you value my esteem or my happiness. Whatever be our fate, let us not add guilt to our misfortunes-Consider that our innocence will shortly be all we have left us. You must forgive him.
LEONTINE. Forgive him! Has he not in every instance be, trayed us? Forced me to borrow money from him, which appears a mere trick to delay us : promised to keep my father engaged till we were out of danger, and here brought him to the very scene of our escape?
OLIVIA. Don't be precipitate. We may yet be miftaken.
Enter PostBoy, dragging in JARVIS: Honey
wood entering soon after.
POSTBOY. Aye, maftet, we have him fast enough. Here is the incendiary dog. I'm entitled to the reward; I'll take
oath I saw him as for the money at the bar, and then run for it.
HONEYWOOD. Come, bring him along. Let us see him. Let him learn to blush for his crimes. (Discovering his mistake.) Death! what's here! Jarvis, Lcontine, Olivia ! What can all this mean?
JARVIS. Why, I'll tell you what it means : that I was an old fool, and that you are my master--that's all.
After such baseness, Į wonder how you can venture to see the man you have injured?
LEONTINE. Peace, peace, for shame; and do not continue to aggravate baseness by hypocrify. I know you, Sir,
I know you.
Honeywood. Why, won't you hear me! By all that's just, I knew not
LEONTINE. Hear you, Sir! to what purpose? I now see through all your low arts; your ever complying with every opinion ; your never refusing any request; your friendship as common as a proftitate's favours, and as fallacious; all these, Sir, have long been contemptible to the world, and are now perfectly so
HONEYWOOD. Ha! contemptible to the world! That reaches
[-Afide. LEONTINE. All the seeming fincerity of your professions, I now find, were only allurements to betray; and all your seeming regret for their consequences, only calculated to cover the cowardice of your heart. Draw, villain !
Enter CROAKÉR, out of breath.
CROAKER. Where is the villain ? Where is the incendiary? (Seizing the postboy.) Hold him faft, the dog; he has the gallows in his face. Come, you dog, confess; confess all, and hang yourself.