Jenny. But you might have had a great deal more, papa, if you would have been governed by my mother. Sir Fran. Daughter, he that is governed by his wife has no wit at all.

Jenny. Then I hope I shall marry a fool, sir; for I love to govern, dearly.

Sir Fran. You are too pert, child; it don't do well in a young woman.

Lady W. Pray, Sir Francis, don't snub her; she has a fine growing spirit, and if you check her so, you will make her as dull as her brother there.

'Squire R. [After a long draught.] Indeed, mother, I think my sister is too forward.

Jenny. You! you think I'm too forward! sure, brother mud! your head's too heavy to think of any thing but your belly.

Lady W. Well said, miss! he's none of your master, though he is your elder brother.

'Squire R. No, nor she shawn't be my mistress, while she's younger sister.

Sir Fran. Well said, Dick! show them that stawt liquor makes a stawt heart, lad!

'Squire R. So I will! and I'll drink agen, for all her. [Drinks.

Enter JOHN MOODY.

Sir Fran. So, John, how are the horses?

Moody. Troth, sir, I ha' noa good opinion o' this tawn; it's made up o' mischief, I think.

Sir Fran. What's the matter naw?

Moody. Why, I'll tell your worship-before we were gotten to th' street end, with the coach, here, a great luggerheaded cart, with wheels as thick as a brick wall, laid hawld on't, and has poo'd it aw to bits-crack went the perch! down goes the coach! and whang says the glasses, all to shievers! Marcy upon us!—and this be London, 'would we were aw weel in the country ageen!

Jenny. What have you to do, to wish us all in the country again, Mr. Lubber? I hope we shall not go into the country again these seven years, mamma; let twenty coaches be pulled to pieces.

Sir Fran. Hold your tongue, Jenny!-Was Roger in no fault in all this?

Are not yow

Moody. Noa, sir, nor I noither. ashamed, says Roger to the carter, to do such an unkind thing by strangers? Noa, says he, you bumkin. Sir, he did the thing on very purpose! and so the folks said that stood by-Very well, says Roger, yow shall see what our meyster will say to ye! Your meyster, says he; your meyster may kiss my-and so he clapped his hand just there, and like your worship. Flesh! I thought they had better breeding in this town.

Sir Fran. I'll teach this rascal some, I'll warrant him! Odsbud, if I take him in hand, I'll play the devil with him!

'Squire R. Ay, do, feyther; have him before the parliament.

Sir Fran. Odsbud, and so I will!-I will make him know who I am- -Where does he live?

say

Moody. I believe, in London, sir.

Sir Fran. What's the rascal's name?

Moody. I think I heard somebody call him Dick.
'Squire R. What! my name?
Sir Fran. Where did he go?
Moody. Sir, he went home.
Sir Fran. Where's that?

Moody. By my troth, sir, I doan't know! I heard him he would cross the same street again to-morrow; and if we had a mind to stand in his way, he would pooll us over and over again.

Sir Fran. Will he so? Odzooks, get me a constable!

Lady W. Pooh, get you a good supper!-Come, Sir Francis, don't put yourself in a heat, for what can't be

helped. Accidents will happen to people that travel abroad to see the world-For my part, I think it's a mercy it was not overturned, before we were all out

on't.

Sir Fran. Why, ay, that's true again, my dear.

Lady W. Therefore, see to-morrow if we can buy one at second hand, for present use; so bespeak a new one, and then all's easy.

Moody. Why, troth, sir, I don't think this could have held you above a day longer.

Sir Fran. D'ye think so, John?

Moody. Why, you ha' had it, ever since your worship were high sheriff.

Sir Fran. Why, then, go and see what Doll has got us for supper-and come, and get off my boots. [Exit SIR FRANCIS and MOODY. Lady W. In the mean time, miss, do you step to Handy, and bid her get me some fresh night-clothes.

[Exit. Jenny. Yes, mamma, and some for myself too. [Exit. 'Squire R. Ods-flesh! and what mun I do all alone? I'll e'en seek out where t'other pratty miss is, And she and I'll go play at cards for kisses.

[Exit.

ACT III.

Scene I.-Lord Townly's House.

Enter LORD TOWNLY and WILLIAMS.

Lord T. Who's there?

Wil. My lord!

Lord T. Bid them get dinner-[Exit WILLIAMS.] Lady Grace, your servant!

Enter LADY GRACE.

Lady G. What, is the house up already?-My lady is not dressed yet.

Lord T. No matter-it's five o'clock-she may break my rest, but she shall not alter my hours.

Lady G. Nay, you need not fear that now, for she dines abroad.

Lord T. That, I suppose, is only an excuse for her not being ready yet.

Lady G. No, upon my word, she is engaged in company.

Lord T. But, pr'ythee, sister, what humour is she in to-day?

Lady G. Oh, in tip-top spirits, I can assure you!she won a good deal last night.

Lord T. I know no difference, between her winning or losing, while she continues her course of life.

Lady G. However, she is better in good humour, than bad.

Lord T. Much alike: when she is in good humour, other people only are the better for it-when in a very ill humour, then, indeed, I seldom fail to have a share of her.

Lady G. Well, we won't talk of that now-Does any body dine here?

Lord T. Manly promised me-By the way, madam, what do you think of his last conversation?

Lady G. I am a little at a stand about it.

Lord T. How so?

Lady G. Why-I have received a letter this morning, that shows him a very different man from what I thought him.

Lord T. A letter! from whom?

Lady G. That I don't know; but there it is.

[Gives a letter.

Lord T. Pray let's see

[Reads.

The enclosed, madam, fell accidentally into my hands; if it no way concerns you, you will only have the trouble of reading this, from your sincere friend, and humble servant, unknown, &c.

Lady G. And this was the enclosed. [Gives another. Lord T. [Reads.]

TO CHARLES MANLY, Esq.

Your manner of living with me of late, convinces me, that I now grow as painful to you, as to myself; but, however, though you can love me no longer, I hope you will not let me live worse than I did, before I left an honest income, for the pain hopes of being ever yours,

MYRTILLA DUPE.

P. S. 'Tis above four months since I received a shilling from you.

Lady G. What think you now?

Lord T. I am considering

Lady G. You see it's directed to him?

Lord T. That's true; but the postscript seems to be a reproach, that I think he is not capable of deserving. Lady G. But who could have concern enough to send it to me?

Lord T. I have observed, that these sort of letters from unknown friends, generally come from secret

enemies.

Lady G. What would you have me do in it?

Lord T. What I think you ought to do-fairly show it him, and say I advised you to it.

Lady G. Will not that have a very old look from me?

Lord T. Not at all, if you use my name in it; if he is innocent, his impatience to appear so, will discover