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Scene III.-Miss Herbert's.

vex me.

Miss Her. I don't know how it is, but I feel a sort of uneasiness about me, as if something had happened to

What can it be? forgetful creature that I am -Miss Wingrove's distresses, to be sure. Yet that is not a novelty at the present moment; and then the persevering absurdity of her lofty brother-ha! ha!Sits the wind in that quarter? Well, I can't help it. I am afraid he is not quite indifferent to me; yet I must tame him out of this unreasonable baughtiness before marriage, that he may be entitled to the just pride of a husband when he becomes one.

Enter WINGROVE. Bless me, how came you here?-Always stealing upon one !

Win. I am so truly asham’d, madam-I cannot

Miss Her. Come, sir, there is an eloquent humility in your manner that speaks for you.

I have once before to-day construed your meaning; and I begin to flatter myself I shall not be a less faithful interpreter now, when I suppose

that you are indeed a penitent for the treatment to which

you
have expos’d your

sister. Win. Indeed, indeed, I am so.

Miss Her. I am rejoic'd to hear it. You have read the letter I gave you?

I
Win. I have, madam.

Miss Her. Well, in all this wide world of caprice and uncertainty there is but one thing infallible.

Win. What is that?

Miss Her. That! Why that a man of rank never violates his plighted honour, and that birth involves in it every

human virtue. Win. Perfidious scoundrel-I'll tear him piecemeal.

Miss Her. Tear your own prejudices from your heart, Mr. Wingrove.

Win. They are gone, madam; and I have no other proof that they ever had an existence in my bosom, but the mortified sensibility which they have left behind them.

Miss Her. Come, sir, keep up your spirits; you will do charmingly, I am convinc'd.

Win. Nay; I am not now a convert to your opinion,

my Harriet.

Miss Her. What, a relapse?

Win. No, I only mean to say, this is not the first time of my life in which I have thought as you do. Reason has had many ineffectual struggles with prejudice in my mind upon this subject before. But, henceforth, I disclaim all reverence for such idle superstitions—I despise birth, and all the vanities which attend it.

Miss Her. Now, Mr. Wingrove, I do not think so well of your case as I did. I am, myself, no peevish, morose caviller at birth. It is always graceful, and often useful; when it operates as a motive to a kind and honourable emulation with the illustrious dead; but when those who possess the advantage, endeavour to make it a substitute for every other excellence, then indeed I think the offender is entitled to no gentler sentiment than my contempt, or my pity.

Win. My Harriet shall, from this time, regulate my opinions in every thing—and now may I hope

Miss Her. Not now, not now !-Go home and be upon the watch to avail yourself of the first opportunity to reconcile every thing. Let this be the first probation of your recovery; and if, when next we meet, I should find matters in a way that promises general happiness, perhaps I may not be so cruel to myself as to deny you the civility of partaking in it.

Win. Charming Harriet! [Exeunt separately,

Scene IV.-The Admiral's Garden. Enter Mrs. RACHEL, WELFORD, and Young MANLY.,

Mrs. Rach. Excuse me, Mr. Manly, Miss Wingrove's feelings have been lately too much agitated for me to suffer her to be exposed to new conflicts.

Y. Man. Madam, I came here to satisfy my anxious doubts about Miss Wingrove's safety ; being once assured of that, I resign myself to the despair I have so justly merited.

[Wulks off Wel. Nay—but, madam, don't let your generous compassion for the fair sufferer entirely prevail over the penitent misery of the offender-let them but meet, and leave the rest to chance.

Mrs. Rach. Well, sir, if I can prevail, Mr. Manly shall see Miss Wingrove--but let him understand I will not have her urged upon any point, and the length of the interview must be entirely left to her own pleasure and discretion.

Wel. It shall, madam-I engage for his obedience in every thing. (Exit Mrs. RACHEL.] Come, Manly, throw away your despair. Mrs. Cleveland is gone to bring in your Julia.

Y. .'an. Call her back, I beseech you. I dare not meet my injured love--Call her back, I intreat you; though I feel this kindness from you, Welford, with double force, after my late behaviour to you-how could I suspect you?

Wel. No more of that-here she comes without my trouble, and with her--shall I send them back?

Enter Mrs. Rachel and Julia. [As soon as they see each other Manly kneels, and Julia

reclines on Mrs. RACHEL.] Y. Man. Oh! Julia. Julia. Mr. Manly! Y. Man. Oh ! my lov'd Julia, I dare not approach you; yet let me survey that form, where every virtue claims its own impression. Let me see anger aggravated by sweetness, and justice in her most awful form, invested in all the terrors of offended beauty. Look on me but whilst I describe the agonies I have endured for your sufferings, and the pangs I have undergone for my inexpiable guilt. I do not expect to be forgiven-only say you will endeavour not to hate me; and I go, my Julia—if you will have it so, for ever.

Julia. Mr. Manly, I cannot very easily hate-nay, sir, I even forgive you—but if your hopes, (which I can hardly suppose) should exceed this prudent limit, they

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Wel. Come, Miss Wingrove, let me hope you will consider this matter. I will not press it now-but

Julia. My obligations to you, sir, have been important indeed; but this is not a topic even for the claims of gratitude. Mr. Manly, I am sure, will not oppose the only plan of comfort that is left me—a quiet, peaceful seclusion.

Y. Man. No, my Julia, no-never will I disturb your repose.

Julia. I beg your pardon, Mrs. Cleveland; but in. deed I am not well.

Mrs. Rach. Be seated, my dear. I intreat you to take your leave for the present, gentlemen. Y, Man. Rascal that I am !

[Exeunt Manly and WELFORD. Mrs. Rach. Keep up your spirits. I'll step into the house and fetch something for your relief, my dear. [Exit.

Julia. I am sorry, madam.
Enter Lord DartFORD and JENKINS, with SERVANTS

behind.
Lord D. There she is—and alone, by all that's
lucky. Lose no time. You are sure the admiral is
not at home?

Jen. Quite sure,

my

lord. Lord D. Very well; lose no time; advance.

[They seize Julia. Julia. What means this rudeness ? ~Help! help! Oh help me, or I am lost.

Re-enter MANLY, WELFORD, and Mrs. RACHEL. Y. Man. My Julia's voice! [Jenkins runs away.

Lord D. Take care, Mr. Manly-We are well armed -take care,

I

say Y. Man. Dastardly villain-a pistol !

[Strikes it out of his hand. - The DarTFORD

party escape. How is my Julia ? - Thank heaven, that has afforded me an opportunity of being serviceable to her in any thing!

Wel. How fare you, madam?

Julia. Much beholden, gentlemen, to you both; but weary of this life of alarms and rescues.

Enter ADMIRAL'S SERVANT. Sero. Your father, Sir William, madam, is within, inquiring for you.

Julia. I will intrude upon you so much further as to lead me to my father instantly.

Y. Man. To your father !-Must it be so, Julia ?

Julia. Do not oppose my request, Mr. Manly; I am resolved to throw myself upon his mercy.--My misfortunes may have softened him. Will you be kind enough, madam, to accompany me? I shall need your friendly offices.

Mrs. Rach. Miss Wingrove may command me in any thing.

Y. Man. Come then, my Julia, and let me deliver you up to that father from whose capricious cruelty I so lately thought to have given you a happy and a lasting freedom.

[Ereunt.

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