ACT THE FIFTH.

SCENE, an Inn.

Enter OLIVIA, JARVIS.

OLIVIA.

WELL, we have got fafe to the Inn, however.

Now, if the poft-chaise were ready—

JARVIS.

The horses are just finishing their oats; and, as they are not going to be married, they choose to take their own time.

OLIVIA.

You are for ever giving wrong motives to my impatience.

JARVIS.

Be as impatient as you will, the horfes must take their own time; befides, you don't confider, we have got no answer from our fellow-traveller yet. If we hear nothing from Mr. Leontine, we have only one way left us.

OLIVIA.

What way?

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JARVIS.

Not fo. I have made a resolution to go, and nothing fhall induce me to break it.

JARVIS.

Aye; refolutions are well kept, when they jump with inclination. However, I'll go haften things without. And I'll call, too, at the bar, to see if any thing fhould be left for us there. Don't be in fuch a plaguy hurry, madam, and we fafter, I promise you.

Enter LANDLADY.

LANDLADY.

shall go the [Exit Jarvis.

What! Solomon, why don't you move? Pipes and tobacco for the Lamb there.-Will nobody anfwer? To the Dolphin; quick. The Angel has been outrageous this half hour. Did your ladyfhip call, madam?

No, madam.

OLIVIA.

LANDLADY.

I find, as you're for Scotland, madam-But that's no business of mine; married, or not married, I ask no questions. To be fure, we had a sweet little couple fet off from this two days ago for the fame place. The gentleman, for a taylor, was, to be fure, as fine a spoken taylor, as ever blew froth from a full

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pot. And the young lady fo bashful, it was near half an hour before we could get her to finish a pint of rafberry between us.

OLIVIA.

But this gentleman and I are not going to be married, I affure you.

LANDLADY.

There

May be not. That's no business of mine; for certain, Scotch marriages feldom turn out. was, of my own knowledge, Mifs Macfag, that married her father's footman.-Alack-a-day, fhe and her husband foon parted, and now keep feparate cellars in Hedge-lane.

OLIVIA.

A very pretty picture of what lies before me!

[Afide.

Enter LEONTINE.

LEONTINE.

My dear Olivia, my anxiety, till you were out of danger, was too great to be refifted. I could not help coming to fee you fet out, though it expofes us to a difcovery.

OLIVIA.

May every thing you do prove as fortunate. Indeed, Leontine, we have been moft cruelly difappointed. Mr. Honeywood's bill upon the city has, it feems, been protefted, and we have been utterly at a lofs how to proceed.

LEONTINE.

How! an offer of his own too.

not mean to deceive us.

OLIVIA.

Sure, he could

Depend upon his fincerity; he only mistook the defire for the power of serving us. But let us think no more of it. I believe the poft-chaife is ready by this,

LANDLADY.

Not quite yet: and, begging your ladyship's pardon, I don't think your ladyship quite ready for the post-chaise. The north road is a cold place, madam. I have a drop in the house of as pretty rafberry as ever was tipt over tongue. Juft a thimble full to keep the wind off your ftomach. To be sure, the last couple we had here, they said it was a perfect nosegay. Ecod, I sent them both away as good natured-Up went the blinds, round went the wheels, and drive away post-boy, was the word.

Enter CROAKER.

CROAKER.

Well, while my friend Honeywood is upon the post of danger at the bar, it must be my bufinefs to have an eye about me here. I think I know an incendiary's look; for, wherever the devil makes a purchase, he never fails to fet his mark. Ha! who have we here? My son and daughter! What can

they be doing here!

LAND

LANDLADY.

I tell you, madam, it will do you good; I think I know by this time what's good for the north road. It's a raw night, madam.—Sir

LEONTINE.

Not a drop more, good madam. I should now take it as a greater favour, if you haften the horses, for I am afraid to be seen myself.

LANDLADY.

That fhall be done. Wha, Solomon! are you all dead there? Wha, Solomon, I fay! [Exit, bawling. OLIVIA.

Well! I dread, left an expedition begun in fear, fhould end in repentance.-Every moment we ftay increases our danger, and adds to my apprehenfions.

LEONTINE.

There's no danger, trust me, my dear; there can be none: if Honeywood has acted with honour, and kept my father, as he promised, in employment till we are out of danger, nothing can interrupt our journey.

OLIVIA.

I have no doubt of Mr. Honeywood's fincerity, and even his defires to serve us. My fears are from your father's fufpicions. A mind fo difpofed to be alarmed without a caufe, will be but too ready when there's a reafon.