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_I've had a great deal of care and trouble this day! Jf I were sure to beg for it all my to bring it about, children; but, thank my life after--Here, sirrah, cook! look into the stars, 'tis over — 'tis over now Now I may Roman history, see what Mark Anthony had sleep with my doors open, and never have for supper, when Cleopatra first treated him my slumbers broken with the fear of rogues with chere entiere: rogue, let me have a reand rirals.
past that will be six times as expensive and Ros. Don't interrupt him, and see how far provoking-Go.-And, d'ye bear? One of you bis humour will carry him?
step to monsieur Vendevin, the king's butler, [ Apart to Hypolita. for the same wine that his majesty, reserves Don M. But there is no joy lasting in this for his own drinking; tell hi he shall have world; we must all die when we have done his price for't. our best; sooner or later, old or young, prince 1 Sero. How much will you please to have, sir? or peasant, high or low, kings, lords, and Don M. Too much, sir! I'll have every thing common whores, must die! Nothing certain ; upon the outside of enough to-day: Go you, we are forced to buy one comfort with the sirrah, run to my nephew, don Lewis, give loss of another.—Now I've married my child, my service and tell him to bring all his family I've lost my companion—I've parted with my along with him. girl !-Her heart's gone another way now- Hyp. Ay, sir! this is as it should be! now she'll forget her old father! I shall never have it begins to look like a wedding: ber wake me more, like a cheerful lark, with Don M. Ab! we'll make all the hair in the her prelly songs in a morning.- 1 shall have world stand an end at our joy. nobody to chat at dinner with me now, or Hyp. Here comes Flora - Now, madam, ob. take up a godly book and read mc to sleep serve your cue. in an afternoon. Ah! these comforts are all
Enter Flora. Hyp. How very near the extreme of one Flora. Your servant, gentlemen-I need not passion is to another! Now he is tired with wish you joy - You have it, I see-Don Phijos, till he is downright melancholy. [-Aside. lip, I'must needs speak with you. Ros. What's the matter, sir?
Hyp. Pshaw! pr’ythee don't plague me with Don M. Ah! my child! now it comes to the business at such a lime as this: test, methinks I don't know how to part with Flora. My business' won't be deferred, sir. thee.
Hyp. Sir! Ros. O, sir, we shall be better friends than Flora. I suppose you guess it, sir; and I
must tell you, I take it ill it was not done Don M. Uh! uh! shall we? Wilt thou come before. and see the old man now and then? Well, Hyp. What d'ye mean? heaven bless thec, give me a kiss-I must kiss Flora. Your ear, sir. [They whisper. thee at parting! Be a good girl, use thy hus- Don M. What's the matter now, 'tro? hand well, make an obedient wife, and I shall Ros. The gentleman seems very free, metlinks. die contented.
Don M. Proth, I don't like it. Hyp. Die, sir! Come; come, you have a Ros. Don't disturb 'em, sir-We shall know great while to live-Ilang these melancholy all presently. thoughts, they are the worst company in the Hyp. But what have you done with don world at a wedding:-Consider, sir, we are Philip?
[Apart to Flora. young; if you would oblige us, let us have a Flora. I drew the servants out of the
way, little life and mirth, a jubilee to day at least; while he made his escape;
wbat we do we stir your servants, call in your neighbours, let must do quickly: come, conie, put on your me see your whole family mad for joy, sir. fighting face, and I'll be with 'em presenily: Don M. Ha! shall we be merry then?
[ Aside. Hyp. Merry, sir! ah! as beggars at a feast. Hyp. [Aloud] Sir, I have offer'd you very Wbat, shall á dull Spanish custom tell me, fair; if you don't think so, I have married the when I am the happiest man in the kingdom, lady, and take your course. I shan't be as mad as I have a mind to? Lei Flora. Sir, our contract was a full third ; me see the face of nothing to-day but revels, a third part's my right, and I'll have it, sir. friends, feasts, and music, sir.
Don M. Hey! Don M. Ab! thou shalt have thy humour- Hyp. Then I must tell you, sir, since you thou shalt bare thy humour! Hey, within there! are pleased to call it your right, you shall not rogues ! dogs! slaves! where are my rascals ? have it. Ab! my joy flows again-I can't bear it. Flora. Not, sir?
Hyp. No, sir-Look ye, don't put on your Enter several Servants.
pert airs to me—'Gad, I shall use you very Serv, Did you call, sir?
scurvily. Don M. Call, sir! ay, sir: what's the reason Flora. Use me!-- You little son of a whore, you are not all out of your wits, sir? Don't draw. you know that your young mistress is mar- Hyp. Oh! sir, I am for you. ried, scoundrels?
(They fight, and Don Manuel interposes. 1 Sero. Yes, sir, and we are all ready to be Ros. Ah! help! murder! [Runs out. mad, as soon as your honour will please to Don M. Within there! help! murder! Why, give any distracted orders.
gentlemen, are ye mad? Pray put up. Hyp. You see, sir, they only want a little
Hyp. A rascal! encouragement.
Don M. Friends, and quarrel! for shame. Don M. Ah! there shall be nothing wanting Flora. Friends I scorn his friendship: and
since he does not know how to use a gentle- Hyp. I'm a little ver'd at my servant's beman, I'll do a
public piece of justice, and use ing out of the way, and the insolence of this him like a villain.
other rascal. Don M. Better words, sir. [To Flora. Don M. But what occasion have
for Flora. Why, sir, d'ye take this fellow for post-horses, sir ? don Philip?
Hyp. Something happens a litle cross, sir. Don M. What d'ye mean, sir?
Don M. Pray what is't? Flora. That he has cheated me as well as you Hyp. I'll tell you another time, sir. -But I'll have my revenge immediately. [Erit. Don M. Another time, sir-pray satisfy nie
(Hyp.walks about, and Don M. stares. now. Don M. Hey! what's all this? What is it Hyp. Lord, sir, when you see a man's out -My heart misgives me.
of humour. Hyp. Hey! who waits there? Here, you! Don M. Sir, it may be I'm as much out of [To a Servant] Bid my servant run, and hire humour as you; and I must tell ye, I don't me a coach and four horses immediately. like your bebaviour, and I'm resolu'd to be Serv. Yes, sir.
[Exit Servant. satisfy'd. Don M, A coach!
Hyp: Sir, what is't you'd have? [Peevishh.
Don M. Lookye, sir-in short-I-1 hare Enter. VILETTA.
receiv'd a lelter. Vil. Sir, sir!-bless me! What's the matter, Hyp. Well, sir. sir? Are not you well ?
Don M. I wish it may be well, sir. Don M. Yes, yes-I am- - that is-ha!
Hyp. Bless me, sir! what's the maller with Vil. I have brought you a letter, sir. you?
Don M. What business can be have for a Don M. Matter, sir!-in troth I'm almost coach?
afraid and ashamed to tell ye; but if you Vil
. I have brought you a letter, sir, from needs know-there's the matter, sir. Octavio.
[Gives the Letter Don M. To me ? Vil. No, sir, to my mistress – he charged
Enter Don Lewis. me to deliver it immediately; for he said it concerned her life and fortune.
Don L. Uncle, I am your humble servant
. Don M. How! let's see it - There's what I Don M. I am glad to see you, nephew. promised thee-be gone. What can this be Don L. I received your invitation, and am now?
[Reads. come to pay my duty: but here I 'met with The person whom your father ignorantly the most surprising news. designs you to marry, is a known cheat, Don M. Pray what is it? and an impostor ; the true don Philip, who Don L. Why, first your servant told me, is my intimate friend, will immediately ap- my young cousin was to be married to-day pear with the corregidore, and fresh evi- to don Philip de las Torres; and just as I dence against him. I thought this advice, was entering your doors, who should I meet though from one you hate, would be well but don Philip with the corregidore, and sereceived if it came time enough to prevent veral witnesses to prove, it seems, that the
OCTAVIO. person whom you were just going to mary O, my heart! this letter was nol designed to my cousin to, has usurp'd his name, betray'd fall into my hands-I am frightened -1 dare you, robb’d bim, and is in short a rank imnot think on't.
Don M. Dear nephew, don't torture me: Re-enter the Servant.
are ye sure you know don Philip when you Serv. Sir, your man is not within. Hyp. Careless rascal! to be out of the way fellows, fellow collegians, and fellow travellers
Don L. Know him, sir? were not we schoolwhen my life's at stake-Prythee do thou go and see if thou canst get me any post horses.
Don M. But are you sure you mayn't bare Don M. Post horses!
forgot him neither?
Don L. You might as well ask me if I bad Re-enter ROSARA.
not forgot you, sir.
Don M. But one question more and I am Ros. O, dear sir, what was the matter? dumb for ever-Is that he ? Don M. Hey!
Don L. That, sir ? No, nor in the least like Ros. What made 'em quarrel, sir? him.-But pray why this concern? I bope we Don M. Child !
are not come too late to prevent the marriage? Ros. What was it about, sir? You look Don M. Oh! oh! oh! oh! my poor
[Seems to foint. Don M. Concern'd!
Don M. Ah! look to my child. Ros. I hope you are not hurt, sir.. [To Don L. Is this the villain then that has imHypolita, who ininds her not]-\Vhat's the posed on you? maiter with bim, sir ? he won't speak to me. Hyp. Sir, I'm this lady's husband; and while
[To Don Manuel. I'm sure that name can't be taken from me, Don M. A-speak! --a-go to him again, I shall be contented with laughing at any try what fair words will do, and see if you other you or your party dare give me. can pick out the meaning of all this.
Don M. Oh! Ros. Dear sir, what's the matter?
Don L. Nay then, within there!- such a Don M. Ay, sir, pray wbat's the matter? | villain ought to be made an example.
Enter Corregidore and Officers, with Don Don M. Oh! oh!
Philip, Octavio, FLORA, TRAPPANTI, and Oct. Can she repent her falsehood then at VILETTA.
last? Is't possible?" then I'm wounded too! 0 O gentlemen, we're undone! all comes too my poor undone Rosara! [Goes to her] Unlate! my poor cousin's married to the impostor. grateful! cruel! perjured man!. Don P. How!
Don M. Oh! don't insult me! I deserve the Oct. Confusion!
worst you can say.—I'm a miserable wretch, Don M. Oh! oh!
and I repext me. Don P. That's the person, sir, and I de- Vil. So! here's the la ly in tears, the lover mand your justice.
in rage, the old gentleman out of his senses, Oct. And I.
most of the company distracted, and the brideTrap. And I.
groom in a fair way to be hanged. — The Flora. And all of us.
merriest wedding that ever I saw in my life. Don M. Will my cares never be over?
[Apart to Hypolita. Cor. Well, gentlemen, let me rightly un- Cor. Well, sir, have you any thing to say derstand what 'tis you charge him with, and before I make your warrant? I'll commit him immediately - First, sir, you Hyp. A word or two, and I obey ye, sir. say, these gentlemen all know you to be the -Gentlemen, I have reflected on the folly of true Don Philip?
my action, and foresee the disquiets I am like Don L. That, sir, I presume my oath will prove. to undergo in being this lady's busband; thereOct. Or mine.
fore, as I own myself the author of all this Flora. And mine.
seeming ruin and confusion, so I am willing Trap. Ay, and mine too, sir. [head? (desiring first the officers may withdraw) to Don M. Where shall I hide this shameful offer something to the general quiet. Flora. And for the robbery, that I can prove
Oct. What can this mean? upon him: he confess'd to me at Toledo, he Don P. Pshaw! some new contrivancestole this gentleman's portmanteau there, to Let's be gone. carry on bis design upon this lady, and agreed Don L. Stay a moment, it can be no harm to give me a third part of her fortune for my to hear him-Sir, will you oblige us? assistance; which he refusing to pay as soon Cor. Wait without.
[E.reunt Officers. as the marriage was over, I thought myself Vil. What's to be done now, 'trow? obliged in bonour to discover him.
Trap. Some smart thing, I warrant ye;
the Hyp. Well, gentlemen, you may insult me little gentleman hath a notable head, faith. if you please; but I presume you'll hardly be Flora. Nay, gentlemen, thus much I know able to prove that I'm not married to the lady, of him: that if you can but persuade him to or havin't the best part of her fortune in my be honest, 'tis still in his power to make you pocket; so do your worst: I own my inge- all amends; and, in my opinion, 'tis high time nuity, and am proud on't.
it. Don M. Ingenuity, abandon'd villain !-But, Don M. Ay, 'tis time he were hang'd indeed: sir, before you send him to gaol, I desire he for I know no other amends he can make us. may return the jewels I gave him as part of Hyp. Then I must tell you, sir, I owe you my daughter's portion.
no reparation; the injuries which you comCor. 'That can't be, sir-since he has mar- plain of, your sordid avarice, and breach of ried the lady, her fortune's lawfully his: all promise bere have justly brought upon you: we can do, is lo prosecute him for robbing iherefore, sir, if you are injured, you may this gentleman.
thank yourself for it. Don M. O that ever I was born.
Don M. Nay, dear sir, I do confess my Hyp. Return the jewels, sir! if you don't blindness, and could heartily wish your eyes pay me the rest of her fortune to-morrow or mine had dropp'd out of our heads before morning, you may chance to go to gaol be- ever we saw one another.
Hyp. Well, sir (however little you hare Don M. O that I were buried! Will my deserved it), yet for your daughter's sake, if cares never be over ?
you'll oblige yourself, by signing, this paper, Hyp. They are pretty near it, sir; you can't to keep your first promise, and give her, with have much more to trouble you.
her full fortune, to this gentleman, I'm still Cor. Come, sir, if you please; I must desire content, on that condition, to disannul my to take your deposition in writing.
own prelences, and resign her. [Goes to the Table with Flora. Don M. Sir, I don't know how to answer Don P: Now, sir, you see what your own you: for I can never believe you'll have good rashness has brought ye to.
nature enough to hang, yourself out of the Don M. Pray forbear, sir.
way to make room for hím? Hyp. Keepií up, madam. [-Aside to Rosara. Hyp. Then, sir, to let you see I have not
Ros. Oh, sir! how wretched have you made only an honest meaning, but an immediate me! is this the care you have taken of me for power too, to make good my word, I first my blind obedience to your commands ? this renounce all title to her fortune: these jewels, my reward for filial duty?. [To Don Manuel. which I received from you, I give him free Don M. Ah! my poor child!
possession of; and now, sir, the rest of her Ros. But I deserve it all, for ever listening fortune you owe him with her person. to your barbarous proposal, when my con- Don M. This is unaccountable, I must conscience might have told me, my, vows and fess-But still, sir, if you disanoul your preperson in justice and bonour were the wronged tences, how you'll persuade that gentleman, to Octavio's.
whom I am obliged in contract to part with bis
gue as himself.
Don P. That, sir, shall be no lett; I am too sued, and carried with this kind surprise at well acquainted with the virtue of my friend's last, gives me wonder equal to my joy. title, to entertain a thought that can disturb it. Hyp. Here's one that at more leisure shall
Hyp. Now, sir, it only stops at you. inform you all : she was ever a friend to your
Don M. Well, sir, I see the paper is only love, has had a hearly, share in the fatigue, conditional, and since the general welfare is and now I am bound in honour to give her concern’d, I won't refuse to lend you my help- part of the garland too. ing band to it; but if you should not make
! your words good, sir, I hope you won't take Flora. Trusty Flora, sir, at your service! I it ill if a man should poison you.
have had many a battle with my lady upon Don P. And, sir, let me too warn you how your account; but I always told her we should you execute this promise; your flatiery and do her business at last. dissembled penitence has deceivd me once Don M. Another metamorphosis! Brave girls, already, which makes me, I confess, a little faith! Odzooks, we shall have 'em make camslow in my belief; therefore lake heed, expect paigns shortly. no second mercy! for be assured of this, I Don P. In Seville I'll provide for thee. never can forgive a villain.
Hyp. Nay, here's anoiher accomplice too, Hyp. If I am proved one spare me nol-1 confederate I can't say; for honest Trappanti ask but this-l'se me as you find me. did not know but thai I was as great a ro
Don P. That you may depend on.
Trap. It's a folly to lie; I did not indeed, [Gives Hypolila the Writing, signed. madam.-But the world cannot say I have Ilyp. And now, don Philip, I confess you been a rogue to your ladyship - and if you are ihe only injured person here.
had not parted with your money, Don P. know nolihat-do
Hyp. Thou hadst not parted with thy honesty. and I shall easily forgive thee.
Trap. Right, madam; but how 'should 'a Hyp. His pardon, with his thanks, I am poor naked fellow resist when he bad so many sure I shall deserve: but how shall I forgive pistoles held against him? [Shows Money myself? Is there in nature left a means that Don M. Ay, ay, well said, lad. can repair the shameful slights, the insults, Vil. Ea? A templing bail indeed! let him and the long disquiets you bave known from offer to marry me again if he dares. [Aside. love?
Don P. Well, Trappanti, thou hast been Don P. Let me understand thee.
serviceable, however, and I'll think of thee. Hyp. Examine well your heart, and if the Oct. Nay, I am bis debtor too. fierce resentment of its wrongs has not extin- Trap. Ah! there's a very easy way, genguished quite the usual soft compassion there, tlemen, to reward me; and since you partly revive at least one spark in pily of my wo-owe your bappiness to my roguery, I should man's weakness.
be very proud to owe mine only to your geDon P. W biber wouldst thou carry me? Oct. As how, pray?
(nerosity Hyp. The extravagant attempt I have this Trap. Why, sir, I find by my constitution, day run through to meet you thus, justly may that it is as natural to be in love as to be bunsubject me to your contempt and scorn, unless gry, and that I han't a jot less stomach than the same forgiving goodness that used to over-the best of my belters; and though I have ostlook the sailings of Hypolita, prove still my en thought a wife but diniyg every day upon friend, and solien all with the excuse of love. the same dish; yet methinks it's better than [All seem amazed] O Philip-Flypolita is- no dinner at all. Upon which considerations, yours for ever. [They advance slowly, and gentlemen and ladies, I desire you'll use your
at last rush into one another's Arms. interest with Madona here—To admit me into Don P. It is, it is, Hypolita! And yet 'tis her good graces. she! I know her by the busy pulses at my Don M. A pleasant rogue, faith! Odzooks, beart, which only love like mine can feel, and the jade shall bave him. Come, hussy, he's she alone can give. [Embrares her eagerly. an ingenious person.
Don M. Have I then been pleased, and pla- Vil. Sir, I don't understand his stuff; when gued, and frighted out of my wits, by a wo- he speaks plain I know what to say to him. man all this while? Odsbud, she is a notable Trap. Why then, in plain terms, let me a contriver! Stand clear, ho! For if I have not lease for life.—Marry me. a fair brush at her lips; nay, if she does not Vil. Ay, now you say something-1 was gire me the hearty smack too, odds-winds and afraid, by what you said in the garden, you ihunder, she is not the good-humour'd girl i bad only a mind to be a wicked tenant at will
. take her for.
Trap. No, no, child, I have no mind to be Hyp. Come, sir, I won't balk your good turn'd out at a quarter's warning. humour. (He kisses her] And now I have a Vil. Well, there's my hand-And now meet favour to beg of you; you remember your me
as you will with a canonical promise: only your blessing here, sir. lawyer, and I'll give you possession of the Don M. Ani festacion and Rosara kneel, rest of the premises.
Don M. Odzooks, and well thought of, I'll so, children, heaven bless ye together—And send for one presently. Here, you, sirrab, run now my cares are over again.
to father Benedick again, tell him his work Oct. We'll study to deserve your love, sir. don't hold
here, his last marriage is droppid Don P. My friend successful too! Then my to pieces; but now we have goi better tackle
, joys are double-But how this generous at- he must come and stitch two or three fresh icmpt was started first, how it has been pur-couple together as fast as be can.
Don P. Now, my Hypolita !
10! never let a virluous mind despair, Let our cxample teach mankind to love; For constant hearts are love's peculiar care. From tbine the fair their favours may improve:
GEORGE COLMAN Was the son of Francis Colman, Esq., His Majesty's resident at the court of the Grand Duke of Tuscany al Florence, by a sister of the Countess of Bath. He was born at Florence about 1733, and had the honour of having king George the Second for his godfather. He received his educalion at Westminster School, where he very early showed his poetical talents. The first performance by him was a copy of verses addressed to his cousin Lord Pulteney, wrillen in the year 1747, while he was at Westminster, and since printed in The St. 'ume's Magazine, a work published by his unfortunale friend, Robert Lloyd. From Westminster School he removed 10 Oxford, and became a student of Christchurch. It was there, at a very early age, that he engaged with his friend Bonnel Thornton, in publishing The Connoisseur, a periodical paper which appeared once a week, and was continued from Jan. 31. 1754. to Sept. 30. 1756, When the age of the writers of this entertaining paper is considered, the wit and humour, the spirit, the good sense and shrewd observations on life and manners, with which it abounds, will excite sume degree of wonder; but will, at the same time, evidently point out the extraordinary talents which were afterwards to be more fully displayed in The Jealous Wife and The Clandestine Marriage. The recommendation of his friends, or his choice, but probably the former, induced him to fix upon the law for his profession; and was accordingly entered at Lincoln's Inn, and in due season called to the bar. He altended there a very short time; though, if our recollection does not mislead us, he was seen osten enongh in the courts to prevent the supposition of his abanduning the profession merely sor want of encouFagement. On the 18th of March 1758, he took the degree of Master of aris at Oxford; and in ihe year 1760 his first dramatic piece, Polly Honeycomb, was acted at Drury Lane, with great success. For several years before, the comic Muse secmed to have relinquished the stage, No comedy had been produced at either theatre since the year 1751, when Moure's Gil Blas was with difficuliy persormed nine nigls. In July 1764 Lord Bath died; and on that event Mr. Colman found himself in circumstances fully sufficient to enable him to follow the bent of his genius. The first publication which he produced, after this period, was a translation in blank verse of the comedies of Terence, 1765; and whoever would wish to see the spirit of an aucient bard transfused into the English language, must look for it in Mr. Colman's version, The successor of Lord Batlı, General Pulteney, died in 1767; and Mr. Colman again fonnd himself remembered in his will, by a second annuity, which confirmed the independency of his fortune,
He seems, however, to have selt no charms in an idle life; as, in 1767, he united withi Messrs. Harris, Rutherford, and Powell, in the purchase of Covent Garden Theatre, and took upon himself the laborious office of acting manager. Afler continuing manager of Covent Garden Theatre seven years, Mr. Colman sold his share and interest therein to Mr. James Leake, one of his then partners; and, in 1977, purchased of Mr. Foote the Little Theatre in the Haymarket. The eslimation in which the entertainments exliibiled under his direction were held by the public, the reputation which the theatre acquired, and the continual concourse of the polile world during the height of summer, sufficiently spoke the praises of Mr. Colman's management. Indeed, it has been long admillcd, that no person, since the death of Mr. Garrick, was so able to superintend the entertainments of the stage as the subject of this account. About the year 1785 Mr. Colman gave the public a new translation of, and commentary on, Horace's Art of Poetry; in which he produced a new system in explain this very difficult poem. In opposition 10 Dr. Hard, le supposed, “llal one of the sons of Piso, undoubtedly the elder, hal either written or mediated a poetical work, most probably a tragedy; and that lie hed, with the knowledge of the family, communicated his piece or intention to Horace. But Horace either dissa proving of the work, ur doubting of the poetical faculties of the elder Piso, or both, wished to dissuade him from all thought of publication. With this view he formed the design of writing this cpistle; addressing it, with a conrtliness and delicacy perfectly agrecable to his acknowledged character, indifferently to the whole family, the father and his two sons, Epistola ad Pisones de arte Poetica.” This hypothesis is supported with mach learning, ingenuity, and modesty; and, if not fally established, is at least as well entitled to applause as that adupled by the Bishop of Worcester. publication of the Hurace, the Bishop said 10 Dr. Douglas, “ Give my complimenis to Colman, and thank him for the handsome manner in which he has treated me; and tell him, that I think he is right" Mr. Colman died at Paddington, on the t'th of August 1794, at the age of 62. A few hours before his death he was seized with violent spasms; aud these were succeeded by a melancholy slupor, in which he drew his last breath,
THE JEALOUS WIFE,
Com, by Geo. Colman, 1761. This piece made its appearance at Drury Lane with prodigious success. The groundwork of it is derived from Fielding's History of Tom Jones, al the period of Sophia's taking refuge at Lady Bellaston's house. The characters borrowed from that work, however, only serve as a kind of underplot to introduce Bir, and Mrs. Oakley, viz, the Jealous Wife and her husband. It must be confessed, that the passions of the lady are here worked up to a very great height; and Mr. Oakley's vexating and domestic misery, in consequence of her behaviour, are very strongly supported. Yet, perhaps, the author would have better answered luis purpose with respect to the passion ho intended to expose the absurdity of, had lie made her appear somewhat less of ihe virago, and Mr. Oaklıy not so mucli of the benpecked husband; since she now appears rather a lady, who, from a consciousness of her own power, is desirons of supporting the appearance of jealousy, to procure her an indue influence over her husband and family, than one, who, feeling ihe reality of that turbulent yel ductuating passion, lecomes equally absurd in the suddenness of forming unjust suspicions, and in that hastiness of being satisfied, which love, the only trae basis of jealousy, will constantly occasion. When this play was originally acted, it was remarked, that the scene of Mrs. Oakley's hysteric fitx bere a bear resemblance to the like situation of Mrs. Termagant in The Squire of Alsatia. Mr. Colman has been accused of a misnomer in calling it The Jealous Wife; Mrs. Oakley being totally destitute of that delicacy, which some consider necessary to constituie jealousy. Many exceptions might be taken to the characters in this picce-that of Lady Freeloru is perbaps too odious for the stage, while that of Captain O'Cutler does lille hunour to the navy. The play, however, upon the whole, boasis more than an ordinary share of merit.
LORD TRINKET. JOHN. MRS. Oákly.
LADY FREELOVE. CHARLES.
CAPTAIN O'CUTTER. WILLJAM. SERVANT. HARRIOT.