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Pet. There was no quarrel — there might The sun's a good pimple, an honest soaker, have been a quarrel.

he has a cellar at your Antipodes. If I travel, Wit. If there had been words enow be-aunt, I touch at your Antipodes—your Antitween 'em to bave express'd provocation, they podes are a good rascally sort of iopsy-turvy had gone together by the ears like a pair of fellows; if I had a bumper I'd stand upon my castanets.

head and drink a bealth' to 'em.-A match or Pet. You were the quarrel.

no match, cousin with the hard name

ne?-Aunt, Mrs. Mill. Me!

\Vilfull will do'l. Pet. If I have the humour to quarrel, I can Mrs. Mill. Your pardon, madam, I can stay make less matters conclude premises,-if you no longer-sir Wilfull grows very powerful. are not handsome, what then, if I have a hu- I shall be overcome if I stay. Come, cousin. mour 10 prove it?-if I shall have my reward, [E.reunt Mrs. Millamani and Mrs. Fainall. say so; if not, fight for your face the next Lady W. He would poison a tallow-chandler time yourself-I'll go sleep.

and his family. Beastly creature, I know not Wit. Do, wrap thyself up like a woodlouse, what to do with him.- Travel quoth a! ay, and dream revenge -- and hear me if thou travel, travel, get thee gone, get thee gone, canst learn to write by to-morrow morning, get thee but far enough, to the Saracens, or pen me a challenge-I'll carry it for thee. the Tartars, or the Turks — for thou art not

Pet. Carry your mistress's monkey a spider, fit to live in a Christian commonwealth, thou -go

flea dogs, and read romances—I'll go to beastly, pagan. bed to my maid.

[Exit. Sir W. Turks! no; no Turks, aunt; your Mrs. F. He's horridly drunk-how came you Turks are infidels, and believe not in the grape. all in this pickle?

Your Mahometan, your Musselman is a dry Wit

. A plot, a plot, to get rid of the knight, stinkard – No offence, aunt. My map say's - Your husband's advice; but he sneak’d off. that your Turk is not so honest a

your Christian-I cannot find by the

map

that Enter Sir Wilfull, drunk, and LADY WISHFORT.

your Musty is orthodox-whereby it is a plain

case, that orthodox is a hard word, aunt, and Lady W. Out upon't, out upon't! at years (hiccup) Greek for claret.

[Sings. of discretion, and comport yourself at this

To drink is a Christian diversion, rantipole rate!

Unknown to the Turk or the Persian: Sir W. No offence, aunt.

Let Mahometan fools Lady W. Olsence? as I'm a person, I'm

Live by heathenish rules, ashamed of you-logh! how you stink of wine! d'ye think my niece will ever endure such a

And be damn'd over tea-cups and coffee,

But let British lads sing,
Boracbio ? you're an absolute Borachio.

Crown a health to the king,
Sir W. Borachio!
Lady W. At a time when

And a sig for your sultan and Sophi.
should com-

you mence an amour, and put your bes foot fore- Enter Foible, and whispers LADY WISHFORT.

Sir W. 'Sheart, an you grutge me your li- Eh, Tony! quor, make a bill-give me more drink, and Lady W. Sir Rowland impatient? good lack! take my purse.

[Sings. what shall I do with this beastly tumbrill ?-Pr'ythee fill me the glass

go lie down and sleep, you sot-or, as I'm a 'Till it laugh in my face,

person, I'll have you bastinadoed with broomWith ale that is potent and mellow;

sticks. Call up the wenches with broomsticks. He that whines for a lass

Sir W. Ahey? wenches, where are the Is an ignorant ass,

wenches? For a bumper has not its fellow.

Lady W. Dear cousin Witwould, get him

away, and you will bind me to you inviolably. But if you would have me marry my cousin, I have an affair of moment that invades me say the word, and I'll do't - Wilfull will do't, with some precipitation-you will oblige me that's the word,-Wilfull will do't, that's my to all futurity. crest-my motto I have forgot.

Wit. Come, knight--plague on bim, I don't Lady W. My nephew's a little overtaken, know what to say to him—will you go to a cousin-but 'tis with drinking your health-cock-match ? O' my word, you are obliged to him

Sir W. With a wench, Tony ? Sir W. In vino veritus, aunt: if I drunk Wit. Horrible! he has a breath like a bagyour health to day, cousin,- I am a Borachio. pipe-Ay, ay, come will you march, my SaBut if you have a mind to be married, say lopian? the word, and send for the piper; Wilfull Sir W. Lead on, little Tony-I'll follow thee, will do't. If not, dust it away, and let's have my Anthony, my Tanthony; sirrah, thou shali l'other round_Tuny, ods-heart, where's To-be my Tantony, and I'll be thy pig: ny?_Tony's an honest fellow, but he spits — And a lig for your sultan and Sophi. after a bumper, and that's a fault. [Sings. [Exeunt Sir Wilfull, Witwould, and Foible.

Lady W. This will never do. It will never We'll drink, and we'll never ha' done, boys. make a match—at least before he has been

Put the glass tben around with the sun, boys. abroad.
Let Apollo's example invite us;
For he's drunk ev'ry night,

Enter Waltwell, disguised as for SIR And that makes him so bright,

ROWLAND. That he's able next morning to light us. Dear sir Rowland, I am confounded with

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confusion at the retrospection of my own rude- Wait. Dear madam, no. You are all camness. - I have more pardons to ask than the phire and frankincense, all chastity and odour. pope distributes in the year of jubilee. But I Lady W. Or that hope where there is likely to be so alliance, we may unbend the severity of de

Enter FoJBLE. corum -- and dispense with a little ceremony. Foi. Madam, the dancers are ready, and

Wait. My impatience, madam, is the cffect there's one with a letter, who must deliver it of my transport; and till I have the possession into your own hands. of your

adorable person, I am tantalized on Lady W. Sir Rowland, will you give me the rack; and do but hang, madam, on the leave? think favourably, judge candidly, and tenter of expectation.

conclude you bave found a person who would Lady W. You have excess of gallantry, sir suffer. racks in honour's cause, dear sir RowRowland; and press things to a conclusion, land, and will wait on you incessantly. [E.ril. with a most prevailing vehemence-But a day Wait. Fie, lie! - What a slavery hare ! or two, for decency of marriage.

undergone! Spouse, hast thou any cordial? I Wait. For decency of funeral, madam. The want spirits. delay will break my heart-or if that should Foi. What a washy rogue art thou to pant fail, I shall be poison'd. My nephew will get thus for a quarter of an hour's lying and an inkling of my designs and poison me, swearing to a fine lady! and I would willingly starve him before I die Wair. O, she is the antidote lo desire. By -I would gladly go out of the world with this hand, l'd rather be a chairman in the dogthat satisfaction. ---That would be some com-days-than act sir Rowland till this time tofort to me, if I could but live so long as to morrow. be revenged on that unnatural viper. Lady W. Is he so unnatural, say you? truly

Enter Lady WISHFORT, with a Letter. I would contribute much both to ihe saving Lady W. Call in the dancers;—sir Rowland, of your life, and the accomplishment of your we'll sit, if you please, and see the entertainment

. revenge:-Not that I respect myself; though [Dance.] Now with your permission, sir he has been a persidious wretch to me. Rowland, I will peruse my leiter -- I would Wait. Perlidious to you!

open it in your presence, because I would not Lady W. O sir Rowland, the hours that he make you uneasy. If it should make you uneasy has died away at my feet, the tears that he I would burn ii - speak if it does — but you has shed, the oaths that he has sworn, the may see, the superscription is like a woman's palpitations that he has felt, the trances and hand. tremblings, the ardours and the ecstasies, the Foi. By heaven! Mrs. Marwood's, I know kneelings and the risings, the heart-hearings it

. My heart aches-get it from her. [To him. and the band-gripings, the pangs and the pa- Wait. A woman's hand? No, madam, that's thetic regards of his protesting eyes! Oh, no no woman's hand, I see that already: "That's' memory can register.

somebody whose throat must be cui. Wait. What, my rival! is the rebel my Lady W. Nay, sir Rowlaud, since you give rival? a'dies.

me a proof of your passion by your jealous, Lady W. No, don't kill him at once, sir I promise you I'll make a return, by a frank Rowland ; starve him gradually, inch by inch. communication-Yo:1 shall see it-we'll open

Wait. I'll do't. In three weeks he shall it together – Jook you here. [Reads) -- Mabe barefoot; in a month out at knees with dam, though unknown to you. — Look you begging an alms—be shall starve upward and there, 'tis from nobody that I know.-I hase upward, till he has nothing living bul bis head, that honour for your character, that I think and then go out like a candle's end upon a myself obliged to let you know you are saveall. 2)

abused. He who prelends to be sir Rose Lady W. Well, sir Rowland, you have the land is a cheat and a rascal -0 heavens! way-you are no novice in the labyrinth of what's this? love-you hate the clue-But as I am a per

Foi. Unfortunate, all's ruin'dl son, sir Rowland, you must not attribute my Wait. How, how! let me see, let me ser yielding to any sinister appetite, or indigestion -reading, A rascal and disguised, and subof widowhood; nor impute my complacency orn'd for that imposture- villany! O vilto any lethargy of continence --I hope you do lany!- By the contrivance ofnot think me prone to any iteration of núptials. Lady W. I shall faint, I shall die, ho! Wait. Far be it from me

Foi. Say 'tis your nephew's hand.- Quickls, Lady W. If you do, I protest I must re- his plot, swear it, swear it. cede, or think ihat I have made a prostitution Vait. Here's a villain! madam; don't you of decorums; but in the vehemence of com- perceive it, don't you see it? passion, and to save the life of a person of so Lady W. Too well, too well. I have seen much importance

too much. Wait. I esteem it so-

Wait. I told you at first I knew the band Lady W. Or else you wrong my condes- - A woman's hand? The rascal writes a sort

of a large hand; your Roman hand-I saw Wait. I do not, I do not

there was a throat to be cut presently. If he Lady W. Indeed you do.

were my son, as he is my nephew, I'd pistol Wait. I do not, fair shrine of virtue. him. Lady W. If you think the least scruple of Foi

. O treachery! But are you sure, sir carnality was an ingredient

Rowland, it is his writing? 1) Lichikneche.

Wait. Sure? Am I here? Do I live? Do !

cension.

love this pearl of India ? I have twenty letters ger. Go, hang out an old frisoneer-gorget, in my pocket from him, in the same character. with a y:rd of yellow colberleen again; do; Lady W. How!

an old gnaw'd mask, two rows of pins, and a Foi. O what luck it is, sir Rowland, that child's liddle; a glass necklace, with the beads you were present at this juucture! this was broken, and a quilted nighicap with one ear. ihe business that brought Mr. Mirabell dis. Go, go, drive a trade. These were your comguised to madam Millamant this afternoon. Hinodities, you treacherous trull; this was the thought something was contriving, when he merchandize you dealt in, when I took you stole by me and would have hid bis face. into my house, placed you next myself, and

Lady Vi. How, how!-I heard the villain made you governante of my whole family. was in the house indeed; and now I remem- You have forgot this, have you, now you

have ber, my niece went away abruptly, when sir feathered your nest? Wilfull was to have made bis addresses.

Foi. No, no, dear madam. Do but hcar Foi. Then, then, madam, Mr. Mirabell waited me, hare but a moment's patience, I'll confess for her in her chamber; but I would not tell all. Mr. Mirabell seduced me; I am not the your ladyship, to discompose you when you first that he has wheedled with bis dissemwere to receive sir Rowland.

bling tongue; your lady ship's own wisdom Wait. Enough, his dale is short.

has been deluded by him, then how should I, Foi. No, good sir Rowland, don't incur the a poor ignorant, defend myself? O madam, law.

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knew but what he promised me, and Wait. Law! I care not for law. I can but how he assured me your ladyship should come die, and 'tis in a good cause-My lady, shall to no damage-or else the wealth of the Indies be satisfied of my truth and innocence, though should not have bribed me to conspire against it cost me my life.

so good, so sweet, so kind a lady as you bave Lady W. No, dear sir Rowland, don't fight; been to me. if you should be killed I must never show my Lady W. No damage! What, to betray me, face; or hang'd-0 consider my reputation, and marry me to a cast serving-man? No sir Kowland-No, you shan't fight-l'll go in damage! 0 thou frontless impudence! and examine my piece; I'll make her confess. Foi. Pray do but hear me, madam! he could I conjure you, sir Rowland, by all your love, not marry your lady ship, madam-no, indeed, not to fight.

bis marriage was to have been void'in law; Wuit. I am charm’d, madam; I obey. But for he was married to me first, to secure your some proof you must let me give you; - I'll ladyship. Yes, indeed, I inquired of the law go for a black box, which contains the writ- in that case before I would meddle or make. ings of my whole estate, and deliver that into Lady W, What, then I have been your pro

perty, have 1?. I have been convenient to you, Lady W. Ay, dear sir Rowland, that will it seems-while you were catering for Mirabe some comfort; bring the black box. bell, I have been broker for you? This exceeds

Wait. And may I presume to bring a con- all precedent; I am broughi to fine uses, 10 tract to be sign'd this night? May I hope so become a botcher of secondhand marriages befar?

tween Abigails and Andrews! I'll couple you. Lady W. Bring what you will; but come Yes, I'll baste you together, you and your alive, pray come alive. O this is a happy dis- Philander. I'll Duke's-place you, as I'm a covery

person. Your turtle is in custody already: Wait. Dead or alive I'll come—and married you shall coo in the same cage, if there be a we will be in spite of treachery. Come, my constable or warrant in the parish. [Erit. buxom widow:

Foi. ( that ever I was born! ( that I was Ere long you shall substantial proof receive ever married !-a bride, ay, I shall be a BriThat I'm an arrant knight

dewell bride, ob! Foi. Or arrant knavc.

(Exeunt.

Enter Mrs. FAINALL.
ACT V.

Mrs. F. Poor Foible, what's the matter?
SCENE 1.- The same.

Foi. O madam, my lady's gone for a con

stable; I shall be had to a justice, and put to Enter Lady WISHFORT and FOIBLE.

Bridewell to beat hemp; poor Waitwell's Lady W. Out of my house, out of my house, gone to prison already, thou viper, thou serpent, that I have foster'd; Mrs. F. Have a good heart, Foible; Mirathou bosom traitress, that I raised from no- bell's gone to give security for him. This is thing-Begone, begone, begone, go, go–That all Marwood's and my husband's doing. I took from washing of old gause and wea- Foi. Yes, yes, I know it, madam; she was ring of dead hair, with a bleak blue nose, in my lady's closet, and overheard all that you

a chaffing-dish of starved embers, and said to me before dinner. She sent the letter dining behind a traverse-rag, in a shop no to my lady; and that missing esfect, Mr. Fainbigger than a bird-cage,-go, go, starve again, ali laid this plot to arrest Waitwell

, when do, do.

he pretended to go for the papers; and in the Foi. Dear madam, I'll beg pardon on my mean time Mrs. Marwood declared all to my knees.

lady. Lady W. Away, out, out, go set up for Mrs. F. Was there no mention made of yourself again - do, drive a trade, do, with me in the letter? - My mother does not susyour three-pennyworth of small ware, flaunt-pect my being in the confederacy; I fancy ing upon a pack-ibread, under a brandyseller's Marwood has not told, her, though she has bulk, or against a dead wall by a ballad-mon-told my husband.

your hands.

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prove this?

were sworn

Foi. Yes, madam; but my lady did not see retire by ourselves, and be shepherdesses. that part: we stifled the lelier before she read Mrs. Mar. Let us first dispatch the affair in so far. Has that mischievous devil told Mr. hand, madam. . We shall have leisure to think Fainall of your ladyship then?

of retirement afterwards. Here is one who is Mrs. F. Ay, all's out; my affair with Mi- concern'd in the treaty. rabell, every thing discovered. This is the last Lady W. O daughier, daughter, is it posday of our living together, that's my comfort. sible thou shouldst be my child, bone of my

Foi. Indeed! madam; and so 'lis a comfort bone, and flesh of my flesh, and, as I may if you knew all-he has been even with your say, another me, and yet transgress the minute ladyship; which I could have told you long particle of severe virtue? Is it pussible you enough since, but I love to keep peace and should lean aside to iniquity, who have been quietness by my good will: I had rather bring cast in the direct mould of virlue ? friends together, than set them at distance. Mrs. F. I don't understand your ladyship. But Mrs. Marwood and he are nearer related Lady W. Not understand! why, hare you than ever their parents thought for. not been naught? have you not been sophisMrs. F. Say'st thou so, Foible? Canst thou ticated ?-not understand? here I am ruined

to compound for your caprices; I must part Foi. I can take my oath of it, madam, so with my plate and my jewels

, and ruin my can Mrs. Mincing; we have had many a fair niece, and all little enoughword from madam Marwood, to conceal some- Mrs. F. I am wrong’d and abused, and so thing that passed in our chamber one eve-are you. 'Tis a false accusation; as false as ning when we were at Ilyde-park ;- and we your friend there, ay, or your friend's friend, were thought to have gone a walking: but we my false husband. went up unawares — though we

Mrs. Mar. My friend, Mrs. Fainall? your to secrecy loo; madam Marwood took a book husband my friend! what do you mean. and swore us both upon it: but it was but a Mrs. F. I know what I mean, madam, and book of poems. So long as it was not a Bible so do you; and so shall the world at a time oath, we may break it with a safe conscience. convenient.

Mrs. F. This discovery is the most oppor- Mrs. Mar. I am sorry to see you so pas. tune thing I could wish—Now, Mincing! sionale, madam. More temper would look

more like innocence. But I have done. I am Enter MINCING.

sorry my zeal to serve your lady ship and faMin. My lady would speak with Mrs. Foi-mily should admit of misconstruction, or make ble, mem. Mr. Mirabell is with her; he has me liable to affronts. You will pardon me, set your spouse at liberty, Mrs. Foible, and madam, if I meddle no more with an affair, would have you hide yourself in my lady's in which I am not personally concern'd. closet, till my old lady's anger is abaied. O, Lady W. O dear friend, I am so ashamed my old lady is in a perilous passion, at some that you should meet with such returns;-you thing Mr. Fainall has said; he swears, and ought to ask pardon on your knees, ungratemy old lady cries. There's a fearful hurricane, ful creature; she deserves more from you, I vow. He says, mem, how that he'll have than all your life can accomplish - 0 don't my lady's fortuné made over to him, or he'll leave me destitute in this perplexity;-no, stick be divorced.

lo me, my good genius. Mrs. F. Does your lady or Mirabell know Mrs. F. I tell you, madam, you're abused that?

-Stick to you ? ay, like a leach, to suck your Min. Yes, mem, they bave sent me to see best blood she'll drop of when she's fuli. if sir Wilfull be sober, and to bring him to Madam, you shan't pawn a bodkin, nor part them. My lady is resolved to have him, with a brass counter, in composition for me. think, rather than lose such a vast sum as 'six I defy 'em all. Let 'em prove iheir aspersions: thousand pounds. O, come Mrs. Foible, II know my own innocence, and dare stand hear my old lady:

a trial.

[E.ci. Mrs. F. Foible, you must tell Mincing, that Lady W: Why, if she should be innocent

, she must prepare to vouch when I call her. if she should be wrong’d after all, ha? I don't Foi. Yes, yes, madam.

know what to think-and I promise you, ber Min. O, yes, mem, I'll vouch any thing for education has been very unexceptionable-I your ladyship's service, be what it will.

may say, it; for I chiefly made it my own [Exeunt Foible and Mincing. care to initiate ber very infancy in the rudi

ments of virtue, and to impress upon her tenEnter Lady Wishfort and Mrs. Marwood. der years a young odium and aversion to the

Lady W. O my dear friend, how can I very sight of men-ay, friend, she would ha' enumerate the benefits that I have received shriekd if she bad but seen a man, till be from your goodness? To you I owe the timely was in her teens. As I'm a person 'tis true. discovery of the false rows of Mirabell; to -She was never suffer'd to play with a maleyou I owe the detection of the impostor sir child, though but in coats; nay, her very baRowland: and now you are become an inter- bies were of the feminine gender.-0, sbe never cessor with my son-in-law, to save the honour look'd a man in the face, but her own father, of my house, and compound for the frailties or the chaplain; and him we made a shift to of my daughter. Well, friend, you are enough put upon her for a woman, by the belp of to reconcile me to the bad world, or else I his long garments and his sleek face; till she would retire to deserts and solitudes, and feed was going in her fifteen, harmless sheep by groves and purling streams. Mrs. Mar. 'Twas much she should be deDear Marwood, let us leave the world, and ceived so long.

con

Lady W. I warrant you, or she would never Mrs. Mar. That condition, I dare answer, have borne to have been catechized by him; my lady will consent to, without difficulty; and have heard his long lectures against sing- she has already but too much experienced the ing and dancing, and such debaucheries; and perfidiousness of men. Besides, madam, when going to filthy plays, and profane music-meet- we retire to our pastoral solitude, we shall ings. o, she would have swoond at the sight bid adieu to all other thoughts: or name of an obscene play-book-and can I Lady W. Ay, that's true. think, after all this, that my daughter can be Fain. Next, my wise shall settle on mc the naught? What, a whore? and thought it ex- remainder of her fortune, not made over alcommunication to set her foot within the door ready; and for her maintenance depend enof a playbouse. ( dear friend, I can't believe tirely on my discretion. il. No, no; as she says, let him prove it, let Lady W. This is most inhumanly, savage; him prove it.

exceeding the barbarity of a Muscovite bushand. Mrs. Mar. Prore it, madam? what, and Fain. I learn'd it from his czarish majesty's hare your name prostituted in a public court;retinue, in a winter erening's conference over yours and your daughter's reputation worried brandy and pepper, amongst other secrets of at the bar hy a pack of bawling lawyers; to matrimony and policy, as they are at present be ushered in with an 0-yes 1) of scandal; practised in the northern hemisphere. But this and have your case opened by an old fumbler must be agreed upto, and that positively: Lastly, in a coif like a man-midwife, to bring your I will be endow'd, in right of my wise, with daughter's infamy to light; to be a theme for that six thousand pounds, which is the moiety legal punsters, and quibblers by the statute; of Mrs. Millamant's fortune in your possesand become a jest, against a rule of court, sion; and which she has forfeited (as will apwhere there is no precedent for a jest in any pear by the last will and testament of your record; not even in Doomsday-book; to dis- deceased husband, sir Jonathan Wisbfort), by compose the gravity of the bench, and provoke her disobedience in contracting herself against naughty interrogatories in more naughty law your consent or knowledge; and by refusing Latin.

ihe offer'd match with sie Wilfull VVit would, Lady W. 0, tis very hard !

which you, like a careful aunt, had provided Mrs. Mar. And then to have my young re- for her. rellers of the Temple take notes, like 'pren- Lady W. My nephew was non compos, tices at a conventicle; and after talk it over and could not make his addresses. igain in commons, or before drawers in an Fain. I come to make deinands-I'll hear eating-house.

no objections. Lady W. Worse and worse.

Lady W. You will grant me time to Mrs. Mar. Nay, this is nothing; if it would sider? end here 'twere well. But it must after this Fain. Yes, wbile the instrument is drawing, be consign'd by the short-hand writers to the to which you must set your hand till more public press; and from thence be transferr'd sufficient deeds can be perfected, which I will to the bands, nay, into the throats and lungs take care shall be done with all possible speed. of hawkers, with voices more licentious than In the mean while I will go for the said inthe loud flounder-man's: 2) and this you must strument, and till my return you may balance hear till you are stunn'd; 'nay, you must hear this matter in your own discretion. [Excit. nothing else for some days.

Lady W. This insolence is beyond all

preLady W0, 'tis insupportable! No, no, dear cedent, all parallel; must I be subject to this friend, make it up, make it up; ay, ay, I'll merciless villain ? compound. I'll give up all, myself and my Mrs. Mar. 'Tis severe indeed, madam, that all, my niece and her all—any thing, every you should smart for your daughter's failings. thing, for composition.

Lady W. 'Twas against my, consent that Mrs. Mar. Nay, madam, I advise nothing; she married this barbarian; but she would have I only lay before you, as a friend, the ircon- him, though her year was not out — Ah! her veniences which perhaps you have overseen. first husband, my son Languish, would not Here comes Mr. Fainall; if he will be satis-have carried it thus. Well, that was my fied to huddle up all in silence, I shall be glad. choice, this is hers; she is matchi'd now with You must think I would rather congratulate a witness—I shall be mad, dear friend; is there than condole with you.

no comfort for me? Must I live to be confis

cated at this rebel-rate?-Uere come two more Enter FAINALL.

of my Egyptian plagues too. Lady VI. Ay, ay, I do not doubt it, dear Marwood: no, no, I do not doubt it.

Enter MRS. MILLAMANT and SIR WILFULL. Fain. Well, madam; I have suffer'd myself Sir W. Aunt, your servant. to be overcome by the importunity of this lady Lady W. (ut, caterpillar! call not me aunt; your friend; and am content you shall enjoy I know thee not. your own proper estate during lise; on

Sir W: I confess I have been a little in disdition you oblige yourself never to marry, guise, as they say, — 'Sheart! and I'm sorry under such penalty as I think convenient. fort.' What would you have ? I hope I comLady W. Never to marry!

mitted no offence, aunt-and if I did I am wilFain. No more sir Rowlands--the next im- ling to make satisfaction; and what can a man posture may not be so timely detected, say fairer? If I have broke any thing I'll pay

for't, an it cost a pound. And solet ihat 1) Oye: (Ficar ye) from Onir. a) One of the melodious cries or Loudon, understood content for what's past, and make no more only by the 100 feu.

words. For what's to come, to pleasure you

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