LOFTY.

A bagatelle, a mere bagatelle! But I fee your heart is labouring to be grateful. You fhall be grateful. It would be cruel to disappoint you.

HONEYWOOD.

How! teach me the manner.

LOFTY.

Is there any way?

From this moment you're mine. Yes, my friend,

you shall know it-I'm in love.

And to whom shall I speak in your favour?

LOFTY.

To a lady with whom you have great intereft, I affure you: Mifs Richland.

HONEYWOOD.

Mifs Richland!

LOFTY.

Yes, Mifs Richland. She has ftruck the blow up to the hilt in my bofom, by Jupiter.

Ho

HONEYWOOD.

Heavens! was ever any thing more unfortunate! It is too much to be endured.

LOFTY.

Unfortunate indeed! And yet I can endure it, till you have opened the affair to her for me. Between ourselves, I think the likes me. I'm not apt to boaft, but I think he does.

HONEYWOOD.

Indeed! But, do you know the perfon you apply to?

LOFTY.

Yes, I know you are her friend and mine: that's enough. To you, therefore, I commit the fuccefs of my paffion. I'll fay no more, let friendship do the reft. I have only to add, that if at any time my little intereft can be of fervice-but, hang it, I'll make no promifes-you know my interest is yours at any time. No apologies, my friend, I'll not be answered, it shall be so.

HONEYWOOD.

[Exit.

Open, generous, unfufpecting man! He little thinks that I love her too; and with fuch an ardent paffion !—But then it was ever but a vain and hopeless one; my torment, my perfecution! What shall I do! Love, friendship, an hopelefs paffion, a deserving friend! Love, that has been my tormentor; a friend, that has, perhaps, distressed himself, to ferve me. It fhall be fo. Yes, I will difcard the fondling hope from my bofom, and exert all my influence

influence in his favour. And yet to fee her in the poffeffion of another!-Infupportable! But then to betray a generous, trufting friend!-Worfe, worfe! Yes, I'm refolved. Let me but be the inftrument of their happiness, and then quit a country, where I muft for ever despair of finding my

own.

[Exit.

Enter OLIVIA, and GARNET, who carries a Mil

Dear me,

liner's Box.

OLIVIA.

I wish this journey were over. No news of Jarvis yet? I believe the old peevish creature delays purely to vex me.

GARNET.

Why, to be fure, madam, I did hear him fay, a little fnubbing, before marriage, would teach you to bear it the better afterwards.

OLIVIA.

To be gone a full hour, though he had only to get a bill changed in the city! How provoking!

GARNET.

I'll lay my life, Mr. Leontine, that had twice as much to do, is fetting off by this time from his inn; and here you are left behind.

OLIVIA.

Well, let us be prepared for his coming, however. Are you fure you have omitted nothing, Garnet?

VOL. II.

G

GAR

GARNET.

Not a ftick, madam—all's here. Yet I with you could take the white and filver to be married in. It's the worst luck in the world, in any thing but white. I knew one Bett Stubbs, of our town, that was married in red; and, as fure as eggs is eggs, the bridegroom and she had a miff before morning. OLIVIA.

No matter. I'm all impatience till we are out of the house.

GARNET.

Blefs me, madam, I had almost forgot the wedding-ring-The fweet little thing-I don't think it would go on my little finger. And what if I put in a gentleman's night-cap, in cafe of neceffity, madam? But here's Jarvis.

Enter JARVIS.

OLIVIA.

O, Jarvis, are you come at laft? We have been ready this half hour. Now let's be going. Let us fly!

JARVIS.

Aye, to Jericho; for we shall have no going to Scotland this bout, I fancy.

OLIVIA.

How! What's the matter?

JARVIS.

Money, money, is the matter, madam. We have got no money. What the plague do you send me

of

of your fool's errand for? My mafter's bill upon the city is not worth a rush. Here it is; Mrs. Garnet may pin up her hair with it.

OLIVIA.

Undone! How could Honeywood ferve us fo! What fhall we do? Can't we go without it?

JARVIS.

Go to Scotland without money! To Scotland without money! Lord how fome people understand geography! We might as well fet fail for Patagonia upon a cork jacket.

OLIVIA.

Such a disappointment! What a base infincere man was your mafter, to ferve us in this manner? Is this his good nature?

JARVIS.

Nay, don't talk ill of my mafter, madam. I won't bear to hear any body talk ill of him but myfelf.

GARNET.

Blefs us! now I think on't, madam, you need not be under any uneafinefs: I faw Mr. Leontine receive forty guineas from his father juft before he fet out, and he can't yet have left the inn. A short letter will reach him there.

OLIVIA.

Well remember'd, Garnet; I'll write immediately. How's this! Bless me, my hand trembles fo, I can't write a word. Do you write, Garnet; and, upon fecond thought, it will be better from you.