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SCENE II. Julia's Dressing-room.

Enter FAULKLAND. Faulk. They told me Julia would return directly : I. wooder she is not yet come!-How mean does this captious, unsatisfied temper of mine appear to my cooler judgment! Whal tender, bonest joy sparkled in her eyes when we met! How delicate was tbe warmth of her expressions !—I was ashamed to appear Jess happy, though I bad come resolved to wear a face of coolness and apbraiding. Sir Anthony's presence prevented my proposed expostulations : yet I must be satisfied that she has not been so very happy in my absence. She is coming-Yes, I know the nimbleness of her tread, when she thinks her impatient Faulkland counts the moments of her stay.

Enter JULIA. Julia. I had not hoped to see you again so soon,

Faulk. Could I, Julia, be contented with my first welconne, restrained, as we were, by the presence of a third person?

Julia. Oh, Faulkland! when your kindness can make me thog happy, let me not think that I discovered something of coldness in your first salatation.

Faulk. 'Twas but your fancy, Julia. I was rejoiced to see you--to see you in such health : Sore I had no cause for coldness?

Julia. Nay, then, I see you have taken something ill. You must not conceal from me what it is.

Faulk. Well, then, shall I own to you, that my joy at hearing of your health and arrival bere, by your neighbour Acres, was somewhat damped, by bis dwelling mach on the high spirits you bad enjoyed in Devonshire; on your mirtb-your singing-dancing and I know not wbat! For such is my temper, Julia, that I should regard every mirtbfal moment, in your absence, as a treason to constancy. The matual tear, that steals down the cheek of partiog lovers, is a compact, that no smile sball live there till they meet again.

Julia. Must I never cease to tax my Faulkland with this teaziog, minute caprico? Can the idle reports of a silly boor weigb, in your breast, against my tried affection?

Faulk. They have no weight with me, Julia : No, no, I am happy, if you have been so-yet only say that you did not sing with mirth, - say that you thought of Faulkland in the dance.

Julia. I never can be happy in your absence. If I wear a countenance of content, it is to show that my mind bolds no doubt of my Faulkland's truth. Believe me, Faulkland, I mean not to upbraid you when I say, that I have often dressed sorrow in smiles, lest my friends should gaess whose ankindness had caused

my tears,

Faulk. You were ever all goodness to me! Oh, I am a brute, when I but admit a doubt of your true constancy.

Julia. If ever without such a cause from you, as I will not suppose possible, you find my affections veering but a point, may I become a proverbial scoff for levity and base ingratilude !

Faulk. Ah, Julia, that last word is grating to me! I would I had no title to your gratitude ! Search your heart, Julia : perhaps what yon have mistaken for love, is but the warm effusion of a too thankful heart!

Julia. For what gnality must I love you?

Faulk. For no quality : To rogard me for any quality of mind or understanding were only to esteem me! And for person--I have often wished myself deformed, to be convinced that I owed no obligation there for any part of your affection,

Julia. Where nature has bestowed a show of nice attention in the features of a man, he should laugb at it as misplaced. I bave seen men, who in this vain article, perhaps, might rank above you; but my heart has never asked my eyes if it were so or not,

Faulk. Now, this is not well from you, Julia; I

despise person in a man, yet, if you lored me as I wish, though I were an Æthiop, you'd think none so fair.

Julia. I see you are determined to be unkindThe contract, which my poor father bound us in, gives you more than a lover's privilege.

Faulk. Again, Julia, you raise ideas that feed and justify my doubls. How shall I be sure, had you remained unbound in thought or promise, that I should still have been the object of your persevering love.

Julia. Then try me now-Let us be free as strangers as to wbat is past : My heart will not feel more liberty.

Faulk. There, now! so basty, Julia! so anxious to be free! if your love for me were fixed and ardent, you would not loose your hold, even though I wished it!

Julia. Oh, you tortare me to to the heart! I cannot bear it!

Faulk. I do not mean to distress you: if I loved you less, I should never give you an uneasy moment. I would not boast, yet let me say, that I have neither age, person, or character, to found dislike on; my fortune such, as few ladies could be charged with indiscretion in the match. O Julia! when love receives such countenance from prudence, nice minds will be suspicious of its birth.

Julia. I know not whither your insinuations would teud; but, as they seevr pressing to insult me, I will spare you the regret of having done som I have given you no cause for this!

[Exit in Tears. Faulk. In tears ! stay, Julia-stay but for a inoment

-The door is fastened! Julia ! my soul! but for one moment |--I bear her sobbing ! 'Sdeath! what a brate am I to use her thus!- Yet slay-Ay, she is coming now: bow little resolution there is in woman! how a few soft words can turn them !-No, Z-ds!


she's not coming, nor don't intend it, I suppose ! This is not steadiness, but obstinacy! Yet I deserve it. What, after so long an absence, to quarrel with ber tenderness! 'twas barbarous and unmanly!~I should be ashamed to see ber now.I'll wait till ber just resentment is abated, and wben I distress her so again, may I lose her for ever!

[Exit. SCENE III. Mrs. MalAPROP's Lodgings. Mrs. MALAPROP, with a Letter in her Hand, and

CAPTAIN ABSOLUTE. Mrs. M. Your being sir Anthony's son, captain, would itself be a sufficient accommodation; but from the ingenuity of your appearance, I am convinced you deserve the character here given of you.

Capt. Abs. Permit me to say, madam, that as I yet have bad the pleasure of seeing miss Languish, my principal inducement in this affair, at present, is the honour of being allied to Mrs. Malaprop, of whose intellectual accomplishments, elegant manners, and unaffected learning, no tongue is silent.

Mrs. M. Sir, you do me infinite honour! I beg, captain, you'll be seated. (Sits] Ab! few gentlemen, now-a-days, know bow to value the ineffectual qualities in a woman! few think how a little knowledge becomes a gentlewoman! Men have no sense now but for the worthless flower of beauty!

Capt. Abs. It is but too true, indeed, ma'am; yet I fear our ladies should share the blame ; they think our admiration of beauty so great, that knowledge, in them, would be superfluous. Thus, like garden trees, they seldom show froit, till time bas robbed them of the more specious blossom : Few, like Mrs. Malaprop, and the orange tree, are rich in both at once!

Mrs. M. Sir, you overpower me with good breeding-He is the very pine-apple of politeness ! You are not ignorant, captain, that this giddy girl has, somehow, contrived to fix her affections on a beggarly, trolling, eves.dropping ensigo, whom none of us

have seen, and nobody knows any thing of.

Capt. Abs. Oh, I have beard the silly affair before. I'm vot at all prejudiced against her on that account, but it must be very distressing indeed, ma'am.

Mrs. M. Ob, it gives me the hydrostatics to such a degree !-I thought she bad persisted from corresponding with him; but bebold, this very day, I have interceded another letter from the fellow-I believe I have it in my pocket.

Capt. Abs. 0, the devil! my last note! [Aside.
Mrs. M. Ay, bere it is.

Capt. Abs. Ay, my note, indeed! O, the little traitress, Lucy!

[Aside. Mrs. M. There, perhaps you may know the writing.

Capt. Abs. I think I have seen the band beforeyes, I certainly must have seen this hand before.

Mrs. M. Nay, but read it, captain.

Capt. Abs. [Reads] My soul's idol, my adored Lydia! -Very tender, indeed!

Mrs. M. Tender! ay, and profane too, o’my conscience !

Capt. Abs. I am excessively alarmed at the intelligence you send me, the more so as my new rival

Mrs. M. That's you, sir.

Capt. Abs. Has universally the character of being an accomplished gentleman, and a man of honour. Well, that's bandsome enough.

Mrs. M.Oh, the fellow has some design in writing so.
Capt. Abs. That he bad, I'll answer for bim, ma'am.
Mrs. M. But go on, sir---you'll see presently.

Capt. Abs. As for the old weather-beaten she-dragon, who guards you—Who can be mean by that?

Mrs. M. Me, sir-me-be means me there-what do you think now ?-bat go on a little further.

Capt. Abs. Impudent scoundrel !it shall go hard but I will elude her vigilance; as I am told that the same ridiculous vanity, which makcs her dress up her coarse features, and deck her dull chat with hard words which she don't understand


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