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Enter Mifs Neville.
Miss HARDCASTLE. I'm glad you're come, Neville, my dear. Tell me, Constance, how do I look this evening? Is there any thing whimfical about me? Is it one of my well looking days, child ? am I in face to
Miss NEVILLE, Perfectly, my dear. Yet now I look again-biefs me!--sure no accident has happened among the canary birds or the gold fishes. Has your brother or the cat been medling? or has the last novel been too moving?
Miss HARDCASTLE. No; nothing of all this. I have been threatened - I can scarce get it out I have been threatened with a lover.
Miss NEVILLE. And his name
Miss HARDCASTLE. Is Marlow.
Miss Nevilke. Indeed!
Miss HARDCASTLE. The son of Sir Charles Marlow.
Miss NEVILLE. As I live, the most intimate friend of Mr. Haftings, my admirer. They are never afunder. I
believe you must have seen him when we lived in
Miss HARDCASTLE. Never.
Miss NevilLE. He's a very fingular character, I assure you. Among women of reputation and virtue, he is the modestest man alive; but his acquaintance give him a very different character among creatures of another stamp: you understand me.
Miss HARDCASTLE. An odd character, indeed. I fall never be able to manage him. What shall I do? Pshaw, think no more of him, but trust to occurrences for success, But how goes on your own affair, my dear? has my mother been courting you for my brother Tony, as usual ?
Miss NEVILLE. I have just come from one of our agreeable têtea-têtes. She has been saying a hundred tender things, and setting off her pretty monfter as the very pink of perfe&tion,
Miss HARDCASTLE. And her partiality is such, that she actually thinks him fo. A fortune like yours is no small temptation. Besides, as fe has the sole management of it, I'm not surprized to see her unwilling to let it go out of the family.
Miss NEVILLE. A fortune like mine, which chiefly consists in jewels, is no such mighty temptation. But at any rate if my dear Hastings be but conftant, I make no doubt to be too hard for her at last. However, I let her suppose that I am in love with her son, and she never once dreams that my affections are fixed upon another.
Miss HARDCASTLE. My good brother holds out ftoutly. I could almoft love him for hating you fo.
Miss Neville. It is a good-natured creature at bottom, and I'm sure would wish to see me married to any body but himself. But my aunt's bell rings for our afternoon's walk round the improvements. Allons ! Courage is necessary as our affairs are critical.
Miss HARDCASTLE, “ Would it were bed time and all were well.”
SCENE, an Ale-houfe Room. Several shabby fel
lows, with punch and tobacco. Tony at the Head of the Table, a little higher than the reft; a mallet in his hand.
First Fellow. Now gentlemen, silence for a song. The 'fquire is going to knock himself down for a long.
OMNES, Aye, a song, a song !
TONY. Then I'll fing you, gentlemen, a song I made upon this ale-house, the Three Pigeons.
S O N G.
Let school-masters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;
Gives genus a better discerning.
Their Lethes, their Styxes, and Stygians;
Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.
When methodist preachers come down,
A preaching that drinking is finful, I'll wager the rascals a crown,
They always preach best with a skinful.
For a slice of their scurvy religion,
Toroddle, toroddle, toroll. Then come put the jorum about,
And let us be merry and clever,
Let some cry up woodcock or hare,
Your buftards, your ducks, and your widgeons; But of all the birds in the air, Here's a health to the three jolly pigeons.
Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.
SECOND FELLOW. I loves to hear him sing, bekeays he never gives us nothing that's low.
THIRD FELLOW. O damn any thing that's low, I cannot bear it.
Fourth Fellow. The genteel thing is the genteel thing at any time. If so be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly.
THIRD Fellow. I like the maxum of it, master Muggins. What, though I am obligated to dance a bear, a man may be a gentleman for all that. May this be my poison if my
bear ever dances but to the very genteelest of tunes. “« Water Parted,” or “ the minuet in Ari" adne.”
SECOND FELLOW. What a pity it is the 'squire is not come to his own. It would be well for all the publicans within ten miles round of him,