PREST by the load of life, the weary mind Toft in one common ftorm with all the great; Have hopes, and fears, and wishes, juft the fame; Must hear all taunts, and hear without reply. Th' offended burgess hoards his angry tale, VOL. II. B "This day the powder'd curls and golden coat," Says fwelling Crifpin, "begg'd a cobler's vote." "This night, our wit," the pert apprentice cries, "Lies at my feet, I hifs him, and he dies." The great, 'tis true, can charm th' electing tribe; THE GOOD. NATUR'D MAN. ACT THE FIRST. SCENE, an apartment in Young HONEYWOOD'S houfe. Enter Sir WILLIAM HONEYWOOD, JARVIS. Sir WILLIAM. GOOD Jarvis, make no apologies for this ho neft bluntnefs. Fidelity, like yours, is the best excufe for every freedom. JARVIS. I can't help being blunt, and being very angry too, when I hear you talk of difinheriting fo good, fo worthy a young gentleman as your nephew, my mafter. All the world loves him. Sir WILLIAM. Say rather, that he loves all the world; that is his fault. JARVIS. I'm fure there is no part of it more dear to him than you are, though he has not feen you fince he was a child, B 2 Sir |