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happiness I shall have in sheltering a father's age from the vicissitudes of life, my next delight will be in offering you an asylum in the bosom of your country.

OFla. And upon my soul, my dear, 'tis high time I was there ; for 'tis now thirty long years since I sat foot in my native country and by the power of St. Patrick I swear I think it's worth all the rest of the world put together.

Dud. Ay, major, much about that time have I been beating the round of service, and 'twere well for us both to give over : we have stood many a tough gale, and abundance of hard blows; but Charles shall lay us up in a little private, but safe, harbour, where we'll rest from our labours, and peacefully wind up the remainder of our days. · O'Fla. Agreed ; and you may take it as a proof of my esteem, young man, that Major O'Flaherty accepts a favour at your handsfor by Heaven I'd sooner starve, than say “I thank you' to the man I despise. But I believe you are an honest lad, and I'm glad you've trounced the old cat-for on my conscience I believe I must otherwise have married her myself, to have let you in for a share of her fortune.

Stock. Hey-day, what's become of Belcour?

Lou. One of your servants called him out just now, and seemingly on some earnest occasion.

Stock. I hope, Miss Dudley, he has atoned to you as a gentleman ought.

Lou. Mr. Belcour, sir, will always do what a gen

tleman ought-and in my case I fear only you will think he has done too much.

Stock. What has he done ; and what can be too much? Pray Heaven it may be as I wish! [Aside.

Dud. Let us hear it, child.

Lou. With confusion for my own unworthiness, I confess to you he has offered me

Stock. Himself.
Lou. 'Tis true.

Stock. Then I am happy : all my doubts, my cares are over, and I may own him for my son. Why these are joyful tidings: come, my good friend, assist me in disposing your lovely daughter to accept this returning prodigal ; he is no unprincipled, no hardened libertine; his love for you and virtue is the same.

Dud. 'Twere vile ingratitude in me to doubt his merit-What says my child ?

O'Fla. Begging your pardon now, 'tis a frivolous sort of a question, that of yours; for you may see plainly enough by the young lady's looks, that she

says a great deal, though she speaks never a word. F. Charles. Well, sister, I believe the major has fairly interpreted the state of your heart.

Lou. I own it; and what must that heart be, which love, honour and beneficence like Mr. Belcour's can make no impression on ?

Stock. I thank you. What happiness has this hour brought to pass!

O'Fla. Why don't we all sit down to supper, then, and make a night on't ?

Stock. Hold, here comes Belcour.

SCENE VII.

Belcour introducing Miss RusPORT. Bel. Mr. Dudley, here is a fair refugee, who pro. perly comes under your protection: she is equipt for Scotland; but your good fortune, which I have re. lated to her, seems inclined to save you both the journey Nay, madam, never go back ; you are amongst friends.

Charles. Charlotte!

Char. The same; that fond officious girl, that haunts you every where ; that persecuting spirit

Charles. Say rather, that protecting angel; such you have been to me.

Char. O Charles, you have an honest, but proud heart.

Charles. Nay, chide me not, dear Charlotte.

Bel. Seal up her lips then : she is an adorable girl; her arms are open to you; and love and happiness are ready to receive you.

Charles. Thus then I claim my dear, my destin'd wife.

[Embracing her.

SCENE VIII.

Enter Lady RusPORT. L. Rus. Hey-dayl mighty finel wife truly! mighty well! kissing, embracing-did ever any thing equal this ?-Why, you shameless hussy 1-But I won't condescend to waste a word upon you. You, sir, you, Mr. Stockwell, you fine, santified, fair-dealing man of conscience, is this the principle you trade upon? Is this your neighbourly system, to keep a house of reception for run-away daughters, and young beggarly fortune-hunters ? O'Fla. Be advised now, and don't put yourself in such a passion : we were all very happy till you came.

L. Rus. Stand away, sir; hav'n't I a reason to be in a passion ?

OʻFla. Indeed, honey, and you have, if you knew all.

L. Rus. Come, madam, I have found out your haunts; dispose yourself to return home with me. Young man, let me never see you within my doors again. Mr. Stockwell, I shall report your behaviour, depend on it.

Stock. Hold, madam ; I cannot consent to lose Miss Rusport's company this evening, and I am per. suaded you won't insist upon it: 'tis an unmotherly action to interrupt your daughter's happiness in this manner, believe me it is.

L. Rus. Her happiness, truly; upon my word! and I suppose it's an unmotherly action to interrupt her ruin; for what but ruin must it be to marry a beg. gar -I think my sister had a proof of that, sir, when she made choice of you. [To Captain Dudley.

Dud. Don't be too lavish of your spirits, Lady Rus. port.

O'Fla. By my soul you'll have occasion for a sip of the cordial Elixir, by-and-bye.

Stock. It don't appear to me, madam, that Mr. Dud. ley can be called a beggar.

L. Rus. But it appears to me, Mr. Stockwell—I am apt to think a pair of colours cannot furnish settle. ment quite sufficient for the heiress of Sir Stephen Rusport.

Char. But a good estate in aid of a commission may do something.

L. Rus. A good estate, truly! where should he get a good estate, pray?

Stock. Why suppose now a worthy old gentleman, on his death-bed, should have taken it in mind to leave him one

L. Rus. Hal what's that you say? .
O'Fla. O ho! you begin to smell a plot, do you?

Stock. Suppose there should be a paper in the world that runs thus- I do hereby give and bequeath all my estates, real and personal, to Charles Dudley, son of my late daughter Louisa,' &c. &c. &c.

L. Rus. Why I am thunderstruck I-By what contrivance, what villany did you get possession of that paper ?

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