Mirabel. Sir, I won't sell it.

First Bravo. Not sell it, sir!

Mirabel. No, gentlemen-but I'll bestow it with

all my heart.

First Bravo. O sir, we shall rob you!

Offering it.

Mirabel. Aside. That you do, I'll be sworn !— Aloud. I have another at home, pray, sir.—

Gives his sword.

Gentlemen, you're too modest; have I anything else that you fancy? To First Bravo. Sir, will you do me a favour? I am extremely in love with that wig which you wear, will you do me the favour to change with me? First Bravo. Look'ee, sir, this is a family-wig, and I will not part with it, but if you like it— Mirabel. Sir, your most humble servant.

They change wigs.

First Bravo. Madam, your most humble slave.

Goes up foppishly to LAMORCE and salutes her. Second Bravo. Aside. The fellow 's very liberal, shall we murder him?

First Bravo. Aside. What ! let him 'scape to hang us all, and I to lose my wig! no, no. I want but a handsome pretence to quarrel with him, for you know we must act like gentlemen. Aloud. Here, some wine!

Enter Servant, with wine.

Sir, your good health.

Pulls MIRABEL by the nose.

Mirabel. O sir, your most humble servant! A pleasant frolic enough, to drink a man's health, and pull him by the nose; ha! ha! ha! the pleasantest pretty humoured gentleman!

Lamorce. Help the gentleman to a glass.

MIRABEL drinks.

First Bravo. How d'ye like the wine, sir? Mirabel. Very good o' the kind, sir; but I'll tell ye what, I find we 're all inclined to be frolicsome, and egad, for my own part, I was never more disposed to be merry; let 's make a night on 't, ha !-This wine is pretty, but I have such burgundy at home !— Look'ee, gentlemen, let me send for a dozen flasks of my burgundy, I defy France to match it.-"Twill make us all life, all air; pray, gentlemen.

Second Bravo. Eh! shall us have his burgundy?

First Bravo. Yes, faith, we'll have all we can. Here, call up the gentleman's servant. Exit Servant. What think you, Lamorce ?

Lamorce. Yes, yes. -Your servant is a foolish country boy, sir, he understands nothing but innocence? Mirabel. Ay, ay, madam. Here, page.—

Enter ORIANA.

Take this key, and go to my butler; order him to send half-a-dozen flasks of the red burgundy, marked a thousand, and be sure you make haste, I long to entertain my friends here, my very good friends.

All. Ah, dear sir!

First Bravo. Here, child, take a glass of wine. Your master and I have changed wigs, honey, in a frolic. Where had you this pretty boy, honest Mustapha ?

Oriana. Aside. Mustapha !

Mirabel. Out of Picardy.-This is the first errand he has made for me, and if he does it right, I'll encourage him.

Oriana. The red burgundy, sir?

Mirabel. The red, marked a thousand, and be sure you make haste.

Oriana. I shall, sir.

Exit.

First Bravo. Sir, you were pleased to like my wig, have you any fancy for my coat? Look'ee, sir, it has served a great many honest gentlemen very faithfully.

Mirabel. Not so faithfully, for I'm afraid it has got a scurvy trick of leaving all its masters in necessity. Aside. The insolence of these dogs is beyond their cruelty.

Lamorce. You're melancholy, sir!

Mirabel. Only concerned, madam, that I should have no servant here but this little boy.-He'll make some confounded blunder, I'll lay my life on 't; I would not be disappointed of my wine for the universe.

Lamorce. He'll do well enough, sir; but supper's ready, will you please to eat a bit, sir?

Mirabel. O madam, I never had a better stomach in my life.

Lamorce. Come then; we have nothing but a plate of soup. Exit MIRABEL, handing LAMORce. Second Bravo. That wig won't fall to your share. First Bravo. No, no, we 'll settle that after supper; in the meantime the gentleman shall wear it.

Second Bravo. Shall we despatch him?

Third Bravo. To be sure: I think he knows me. First Bravo. Ay, ay, dead men tell no tales. I wonder at the impudence of the English rogues, that will hazard the meeting a man at the bar that they have encountered upon the road. I han't the confidence to look a man in the face after I have done him an injury; therefore we 'll murder him. Exeunt.

Mirabel. Bloody hell-hounds, I overheard you! Was I not two hours ago the happy, gay, rejoicing Mirabel? How did I plume my hopes in a fair coming prospect of a long scene of years! Life courted me with all the charms of vigour, youth, and fortune; and to be torn away from all my promised joys, is more than death; the manner too-by villains.-O my Oriana, this very moment might have blessed me in thy arms and my poor boy, the innocent boy!Confusion !-But hush, they come; I must dissemble.

Enter Bravoes.

Still no news of my wine, gentlemen ?

First Bravo. No, sir, I believe your country booby has lost himself, and we can wait no longer for 't.True, sir, you 're a pleasant gentleman, but I suppose you understand our business.

Mirabel. Sir, I may go near to guess at your employments; you, sir, are a lawyer, I presume; you, a physician; you, a scrivener; you, a stockjobber.Aside. All cut-throats, egad!

Fourth Bravo. Sir, I am a broken officer. I was cashiered at the head of the army for a coward: so I took up the trade of murder to retrieve the reputation of my courage.

Third Bravo. I am a soldier too, and would serve my king, but I don't like the quarrel, and I have more honour than to fight in a bad cause.

Second Bravo. I was bred a gentleman, and have no estate, but I must have my . . . . and my bottle, through the prejudice of education.

First Bravo. I am a ruffian too, by the prejudice of education; I was bred a butcher. In short, sir, if your wine had come, we might have trifled a little longer.-Come, sir, which sword will you fall by? mine, sir?

Second Bravo. Or mine?

Third Bravo. Or mine?

Fourth Bravo. Or mine?

Draws.

Draws.

Draws.

Draws.

Mirabel. Aside. I scorn to beg my life; but to be

butchered thus

Knocking.