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bemoan your hard fate; and be sure you complain to your waiting-woman what a tyrant you have to your father.—Go, get you gone. [Exit Louisa.] This is the plague of having daughters ; no sooner out of their leading-strings than in love, forsooth.

SCENE W.

Enter Colonel ME Dw AY.

Oh, George, I am glad you are come ; that foolish girl has ruffled me so, I want relief from my own thoughts. Col. Med. I met my sister in tears——I hope, my lord, she has done nothing to disoblige you. Lord Med. Oh, a mere trifle—only contessed a passion for a fellow not worth sixpence, but what depends on the caprice of a relation, and, like a prudent as well as dutiful child, has shewn a thorough dislike of her father's choice. Col. Med. My lord, she will consider better of it; I am sure my sister will willingly obey you in every thing. Lord Med. To what purpose is a father's solicitude for the welfare of his children, if a perverse silly girl will counteract all his projects —You, Medway, have ever shewn yourself an affectionate, as well as an obedient son, to a parent who confesses himself, with regard to you, not one of the most provident—I wish I could make you amends. C

Col. Med. My lord, the tenderness you have always shewn me, deserved every return I could make you.-I wish for no other amends but to see you easy in your mind and in your circumstances. Lord Med. That's well said I but I expe&ted as much from you. Suppose, now, that it were in your power to make me easy in both, and at the same time effectually to serve yourself. Col. Med. I wish it were, my lord, you should see my readiness to embrace the opportunity—But I am afraid there is nothing now in my power. Lord Med. Oh, you are mistaken, there are ways and means to retrieve all; and it was on this subjećt I wanted to talk with you—There is a certain lady of fortune, son—What droop at the very mention of her that’s an ill omen. Col. Med. My lord, I doubt my fortune never can be mended by those means. Lord Med. No! Suppose the widow Knightly, with a real estate of three thousand a year, and a personal one of fifty thousand pounds, should have taken a fancy to you, would not that be a means ?—You blush; perhaps you are already acquainted with the lady’s passion. Col. Med. My lord, I am glad to see you so plea. Sant. Lord Med. I am serious, I assure you—Why, is there any thing so extraordinary in a woman's falling in love with a handsome young fellow

Col. Med. My lord, if the lady has really done me

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that honour, 'tis more than I deserve ; for I never
made the least advances.
Lord Med. Well; but how do you like her
Col. Med. She is genteel, I think—I really never
examined her features.
Lord Med. That's strange Why, you visit her
sometimes, I find.
Col. Med. I go to her house, my lord; but 'tis her
younger sister whom I visit.
Lord Med. Humph—What sort of a damsel is she?
Col. Med. A most angelic creature.
Lord Med. Ayl then it seems you have examined
her features
Col. Med. My lord, I have known her long. Miss
Richly, who, as well as her sister, was born abroad,
was sent hither some years since for her education,
and 1 became acquainted with her in the house of a
friend of mine, with whom she lived. Mrs. Knightly,
who had married an English merchant, was then set-
tled at Lisbon, and knew but little of her sister till
lately; when, having lost her husband, she came to
England, and took the young lady under her own
Care.
Lord Med. So I I perceive you know their history.
Col. Med. I do, my lord. Poor Miss Richly's part
of it is a melancholy one ; for her father was so par-
tial to his eldest daughter, that he left her by much
the greatest portion of his estate; and what the
youngest had to her share, she had the misfortune to

lose, by the breaking of a merchant, in whose hands her money lay. Lord Med. You are better informed than I am, I find.——Well, but what do you think of Mrs. Knightly Col. Med. Think, my lord I really don't know what to think. The lady is very deserving, but Lord Med. But I Oh those damned buts Am I to be butted by you all, one after the other There’s your mother first, to be sure she is very ready to acquiesce in every thing that I approve, but she thinks it hard a young creature should have any force put on her inclinations, though it be for her own good— Then, Miss Louisa—she is all obedience and submission—but, alas I she has given away her heart already—And you, you too are perfectly disposed to oblige me; but you will choose for yourself, I presume, notwithstanding. Col. Med. My lord, you really distress me, by entertaining the least doubt of that reverence I ever have borne towards you, and ever will bear; but in a case like this (pardon me, my lord,) I cannot at once give up all that I have now left, or can claim a right in the disposal of, my honour and my love—I own I love Miss Richly, have loved her long; and if virtue, beauty, and unaffected innocence, deserve a heart, my lord, she has a claim to mine, and is, I confess, entire mistress of it; yet I wish the evil (since it is one) had stopped there—but— Lord Med. But what?

Col. Med. My lord, she loves me too. Lord Med. I am sorry for it—Oh, son, son, a pretty face will not redeem our acres. Col. Med. I never till now lamented her want of fortune, which I knew indeed from the beginning; but still hoped that I might one day be in a condition to support her as her own merit and my rank required. I even flattered myself that I should obtain your consent. Lord Med. Whatl to marry a beggar, Medway Col. Med. I beg, my lord, you will not use so harsh a word. She is worthy of higher, much higher dignity, than ever I could raise her to.—What is a title, my lord, stripped as I am of every thing besides Lord Med. That reproach is ungenerous, Medway; but I have deserved it. Col. Med. Forgive me, my lord, I meant it not as such. Lord Med. If you had, I could forgive it—but we will say no more on the subject. I will not urge you on so tender a point. Col. Med. My lord, I thank you. Lord Med. Answer me but one question: are you under a promise to marry Miss Richly 7 Col. Med. No, my lord, her generosity would not

suffer her to let me bind myself by any other tie than .

that of inclination, as I insisted on her being free. Iord Med. That’s well—Then I do not see how your honour is so much concerned ; as for your love, when I was of your age, Medway, I had so many

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