Manly. Familiar puppy! [Aside] Sir, your most obedient--I must be civil to the rascal, to cover my suspicion of him.

[Aside.

Count B. Was you at White's this morning, sir?
Manly. Yes, sir, I just called in.

Count B. Pray-what- was there any thing done there?

Manly. Much as usual, sir; the same daily carcases, and the same crows about them.

Count B. The Demoivre baronet had a bloody tumble yesterday.

Manly. I hope, sir, you had your share of him.

Count B. No, ''faith; I came in when it was all over

-I think I just made a couple of bets with him, took up a cool hundred, and so went to the King's Arms.

Lady W. What a genteel easy manner he has!

[Aside.

Manly. A very hopeful acquaintance I have made

here.

[Aside.

Enter 'SQUIRE RICHARD, with a wet Brown Paper on his

Face.

Sir Fran. How naw, Dick; what's the matter with thy forehead, lad?

'Squire R. I ha' gotten a knock upon't.

Lady W. And how did you come by it, you heedless creature?

'Squire R. Why, I was but running after sister, and t'other young woman, into a little room just naw: and so with that they slapped the door full in my face, and gave me such a whurr here-I thought they had beaten my brains out; so I gut a dab of whet brown paper here, to swage it a while.

Lady W. They served you right enough; will you never have done with your horse play?

Sir Fran. Pooh, never heed it, lad; it will be well by to-morrow the boy has a strong head.

Manly. Yes, truly, his skull seems to be of a comfortable thickness!

[Aside. Sir Fran. Come, Dick, here's cousin Manly-Sir, this is your godson.

'Squire R. Honoured godfeyther! I crave leave to ask your blessing.

Manly. Thou hast it, child-and if it will do thee any good, may it be to make thee, at least, as wise a man as thy father!

Enter MISS JENNY and MRS. MOTHERLY.

Lady W. Oh, here's my daughter too! Miss Jenny, don't you see your cousin, child?

Manly. And as for thee, my pretty dear-[Salutes her.]—may'st thou be, at least, as good a woman as thy mother!

Jenny. I wish I may ever be so handsome, sir.

Manly. Hah, Miss Pert! now that's a thought that seems to have been hatched in the girl on this side Highgate!

Sir Fran. Her tongue is a little nimble, sir.

[Aside.

Lady W. That's only from her country education, Sir Francis. You know she has been kept too long there, so I brought her to London, sir, to learn a little more reserve and modesty.

Manly. Oh, the best place in the world for it!every woman she meets will teach her something of it. There's the good gentlewoman in the house looks like a knowing person; even she, perhaps, will be so good as to show her a little London behaviour.

Mrs. M. Alas, sir, miss won't stand long in need of my instruction!

Manly. That, I dare say-What thou canst teach her, she will soon be mistress of.

[Aside.

Mrs. M. If she does, sir, they shall always be at her service.

Lady W. Very obliging, indeed, Mrs. Motherly!

Sir Fran. Very kind and civil, truly !—I think we are got into a mighty good hawse here.

Manly. Oh, yes! and very friendly company.

Count B. Humph! I'gad, I don't like his looks-he seems a little smoky-I believe I had as good brush off-If I stay, I don't know but he may ask me some odd questions.

Manly. Well, sir, I believe you and I do but hinder the family.

Count B. It's very true, sir-I was just thinking of going-He don't care to leave me, I see; but it's no matter, we have time enough-[Aside.] And so, ladies, without ceremony, your humble servant.

[Exit, and drops a letter. Lady W. Ha! what paper's this? Some billet-doux, I'll lay my life, but this is no place to examine it.

[Puts it in her pocket. Sir Fran. Why in such haste, cousin? Manly. Oh, my lady must have a great many affairs upon her hands, after such a journey!

Lady W. I believe, sir, I shall not have much less every day, while I stay in this town, of one sort or other.

Manly. Why, truly, ladies seldom want employment here, madam.

Jenny. And mamma did not come to it, to be idle, sir. Manly. Nor you neither, I dare sare, my young mistress?

Jenny. I hope not, sir.

Manly. Ha, Miss Mettle!-Where are you going, sir? Sir Fran. Only to see you to the door, sir. Manly. Oh, Sir Francis, I love to come and ceremony!

go without

Sir Fran. Nay, sir, I must do as you will have meyour humble servant. [Exit MANLY. Jenny. This cousin Manly, papa, seems to be but of an odd sort of a crusty humour-I don't like him half so well as the Count.

Sir Fran. Pooh! that's another thing, child-Cousin is a little proud, indeed! but, however, you must always be civil to him, for he has a deal of money; and nobody knows who he may give it to.

Lady W Psha! a fig for his money! you have so many projects of late, about money, since you are a parliament man! What, we must make ourselves slaves to his impertinent humours, eight or ten years, perhaps, in hopes to be his heirs! and then, he will be just old enough to marry his maid.

Mrs. M. Nay, for that matter, madam, the town says he is going to be married already.

Sir Fran. Who! cousin Manly?

Lady W. To whom, pray?

Mrs. M. Why, is it possible, your ladyship should know nothing of it!-to my Lord Townly's sister, Lady Grace.

Lady W. Lady Grace!

Mrs. M. Dear madam, it has been in the newspapers.

Lady W. I don't like that, neither.

Sir Fran. Naw I do; for then it's likely it mayn't be

true.

Lady W. [Aside.] If it is not too far gone: at least, it may be worth one's while to throw a rub in his way. 'Squire R. Pray, feythur, haw lung will it be to supper?

Sir Fran. Odso, that's true! step to the cook, lad, and ask what she can get us.

Mrs. M. If you please, sir, I'll order one of my maids to show her where she may have any thing you have a mind to.

[Exit.

Sir Fran. Thank you kindly, Mrs. Motherly.

'Squire R. Ods flesh! what, is not it i' the hawse yet? -I shall be famished-but hawld! I'll go and ask Doll, an' there's none o' the goose poy left.

Sir Fran. Do so—and dost hear, Dick ?—see if there's e'er a bottle o' the strong beer, that came i' th' coach with us—if there be, clap a toast in it, and bring it up. 'Squire R. With a little nutmeg and sugar, shawn'a I, feyther?

Sir Fran. Ay, ay, as thee and I always drink it for breakfast Go thy ways. [Exit 'SQUIRE RICHARD. Lady W. This boy is always thinking of his belly. Sir Fran. Why, my dear, you may allow him to be a little hungry, after his journey.

Lady W. Nay, e'en breed him your own way-He has been cramming, in or out of the coach, all this day, I am sure I wish my poor girl could eat a quarter as much.

Jenny. Oh, as for that, I could eat a great deal more, mamma! but then, mayhap, I should grow coarse, like him, and spoil my shape.

Enter 'SQUIRE RICHARD, with a full Tankard.

'Squire R. Here, feyther, I ha' browght it-it's well I went as I did; for our Doll had just baked a toast, and was going to drink it herself.

Sir Fran. Why, then, here's to thee, Dick!

'Squire R. Thonk you, feyther.

[Drinks.

Lady W. Lord, Sir Francis, I wonder you can encourage the boy to swill so much of that lubberly liquor! it's enough to make him quite stupid!

'Squire R. Why, it never hurts me, mother; and I sleep like a hawnd after it."

[Drinks. Sir Fran. I am sure I ha' drunk it these thirty years, and, by your leave, madam, I don't know that I want wit, ha! ha!