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if so be that I might not be troublesome, I sured man, confident of success. The pedantic would have sought a walk with you. arrogance of a very husband has not so pragMrs. Mill. A walk? what then?

matical an air. Ah! I'll never marry, unless Sir W: Nay, nothing; only for the walk's I am first made sure of my will and pleasure. sake, that's all."

Mir. Would you have 'em both before Mrs. Mill. I nauseale walking; 'tis a country marriage? Or will you be contented with diversion; I loathe the country, and every only the first now, and stay for the other till thing that relates to it.

aster grace? Sir W. Indeed! hah! look ye, look ye, you Mrs. Mill. Ah, don't be impertinent. My do? nay,

'tis like you may: bere are choice dear liberty, shall I leave thee? My faithful of pastimes here in town, as plays and the solitude, my darling contemplation, must l bid like, that must be confess'd indeed.

you then adien? Ay, adieu, my morning Mrs. Mill. Ah l’élourdi! I hate the town too. ihoughts, agreeable wakings, indolent slumbers,

Sir W: Dear heart, that's much-hah! that ye douceurs, ye sommeils du matin, adieu! you should hate 'em both! bah! 'tis like you I can't do't, 'lis more than impossible: posimay; there are some can't relish the town, tively, Mirabell, I'll lie a-bed in a morning and others can't away with the country, 'tis as long as I please. like you may be one of those, cousin.

Mir. Then I'll get up in a morning as early Mrs. Mill. Ha, ha, ha! Yes, 'tis like I may. as I please. You have nothing further to say to me? Mrs. Mill. Ah! idle creature, get up when

Sir W. Not at present, cousin. 'Tis like, you will; and d’ye hear, I won't be called when I bave an opportunity to be more pri- names after I'm married; positively I won't vate, I may break my mind in some measure. be called names. I conjecture you parily guess; however, that's Mir. Names! as time shall try: but spare to speak and spare Mrs. Mill. Ay, as wise, spouse, my dear, to speed, as they say.

joy, jewel, love, sweetheart, and the rest of Mrs. Mill

. If it is of no great importance, that nauseous cant, in which men and their sir Wilfull, you will oblige me by leaving me. wives are so fulsomely familiar; I shall never I have just now a little business.

bear that. Good Mirabell, don't let us be Sir W. Enough, enough, cousin: yes, yes, familiar or fond, nor kiss before folks, like all at ease; when you're disposed. Now's as my lady Fadler and sir Francis: nor go in well as another time; and another time as public together the first Sunday in a well as now. All's one for that. Yes, yes, if chariot, to provoke eyes and whispers; and your concerns call you, here's no haste; it then never be seen the together again; as will keep. cold, as they say-cousin, your if we were proud of one another the first servant. I think this door's lock’d.

week, and ashamed of one another ever after. Mrs. Mill. You may go,


sir. Let us never visit together, nor go to a play Sir W. Your servant:"then, with your leave, toge!her, but let us be very strange and well I'll return to may company.


. bred: let us be as strange as if we had been Mrs. Mill. Ay, ay; ha, ha, ha!

married a great while; and as well bred as if Like Phoebus sung the no less am'rous boy. we were not married at all.

Mir. Have you any more conditions to offer? Enter MIRABELL.

hitherto your demands are pretty reasonable. Mir. Like Daphne she, as lovely and as coy. - Mrs. Mill. Trifles, as liberty to pay and Do you lock yourself up from me, to make receive visits to and from whom I please; to my search more curious? Or is ihis prelty write and receive letters, without interrogaartifice contrived, to signify that here the tories or wry faces on your part; to wear chase must end, and my pursuit be crown'd, what I please; and choose conversation with for you can fly no further?

regard only to my own tasle; to have ne Mrs. Mill. Vanily! no, I'll fly and be fol- obligation upon me converse with wil lowd to the last moment; though I am upon that I don't like, because they are your acthe very verge of matrimony, I expect you quaintance; or to Le intimate with fools, be. should solicit me as much as if I were wavering cause they may be your relations. Comet at the grate of a monastery, with one foot dinner when I please, dine in my dressingover the threshold. I'll be solicited to the very room when

I'm out of humour, without giving last, nay, and afterwards.

To have my closet inviolate; to be Mir. What, after the last?

sole empress of my tea-table, which you must Mrs. Mill. O, I should think I was poor, never presume to approach without first asking and had nothing to bestow, if I were reduced leave. And lastly, wherever I am, you shall to an inglorious ease; and freed from the always knock at the door before you come in. agreeable fatigues of solicitation.

These articles subscribed, if I continue to Mir. But do not you know, that when endure you a little longer, I may by degrees favours are conferr'd upon instant and tedious dwindle into a wife. solicitation, that they diminish in their value, Mir. Your bill of fare is something advanced and that both the giver loses the grace, and in this latter account. Well, have I liberty the receiver lessens bis pleasure?

to offer conditions, that when you are dwindled Mrs. Mill. It may be in things of common into a wife, I may not be beyond measure application; but never sure in love. O, I hate enlarged into a busband? a lover, that can dare to think he draws a Mill. You have free leave; propose your moment's air, independent on the bounty of utmost; speak, and spare not. his mistress. There is not so impudent a Mir. I thank you. Imprimis then, I cothing in nature, as the saucy look of an as- venant that your acquaintance be general; that


a reason.

and tempt

you admit no sworn confidant, or intimate of]-here, kiss my hand though-so hold your your own sex; no she friend to screen her tongue now, don't say a word. affairs under your countenance,

Års. F. Mirabell, there's a necessity for your you to make trial of a mutual secresy. No obedience; you have neither time to talk'nor decoy-duck to wheedle you a fop-scrambling stay. My mother is coming; and in my conto the play in a mask; then bring you home science if she should see you, would fall into in a pretended fright, when you ihink you fits, and may be not recover time enough to shall be found out; and rail at me for missing return to sir Rowland, who, as Foible tells the play, and disappointing the frolic which me, is in a fair way to succeed. Therefore you had to pick me up and prove my constancy. spare your ecstasies for another occasion, and

Mrs. Mill. Delestable inprimis! I go to the slip down the back-stairs, where Foible waits play in a mask!

to consult you. Mir. Item, I article that you continue to Mrs. Mill. Ay, go, go. In the mean time, like your own face, as long as I shall: and I'll suppose you have said sometbing to while it passes current with me,


you please me. endeavour not to new coin it. To which end, Mir. I am all obedience.

Erit. together with all vizards for the day, I pro

Mrs. F. Yonder's sir Wilfull drunk! and so bibit all masks for the night, made of oild- noisy, that my mother has been forced to skins, and I know not what-hog's bones, leave sir Rowland to appease bim; but he hare's-gall, pig-water, and the marrow of a answers her only with singing and drinkingroasted cat. In short, I forbid all commerce what they may have done by this țime I know with the gentlewoman in Wbal-d'ye-call-it not; but Petulant and he were upon quarcourt. Item, I shut my doors against all pro- relling as I came by. curesses with baskets, and pennyworths of Mrs. Mill. Well, if Mirabell should not muslin, China, fans, etc.— Item, when you shall make a good husband, I am a lost thing; for be breeding

I find I love him violently, Mrs. Milt. Ah! name it not.

Mrs. F. So it seems; for you mind not Mir. I denounce against all straight-lacing, what's said to you.- If you doubt bim, you squcering for a shape, till you mould my boy's bad better take up with sir Wilfull

. bead like a sugarloaf, and instead of a man

Mrs. Mill. How can you name that superanchild, make me father to a crooked-billet. nuated lubber? foh! Lastly, to the dominion of the tea-lable I submit; but with proviso, that you exceed not in

Enter WITWOULD from drinking. your province; but restrain yourself to native Mrs. F. So, is the fray made up, that you and simple tea-table drinks, 'as tea, chocolate, have left 'em? and coffee. As likewise to genuine and autho

Wit. Left 'em? I could stay no longer-I rized tea-table talk-such as mending of fashions, have laugh'd like ten christenings—I am tipsy, spoiling reputations, railing at absent friends, with laughing-If I had staid any longer, I and so forth-But that on no account you should have burst-I must have been let out encroach upon the men's prerogative, and and pierced in the sides, like an unsized campresume to drink healths, or toast fellows; for let-yes, yes, the fray is composed; my lady prevention of which I banish all foreign forces, came in like a noli" prosequi, and stopt the all auxiliaries to the tea-table, as orange-brandy, proceedings. all anniseed, cinnamon, citron, and Barbadoes- Mrs. Mill

. What was the dispule? waters, together with ratafia, and the most Wit. That's the jest; there was no dispute. noble spirit of clary. -But for cowslip-wine, They could neither of 'em speak for rage; and poppy-water, and all dormitives, those í so fell a sputtering at one another, like two allow. – These provisos admitted, ' in other roasting apples. things I may prove a tractable and complying busband.

Enler PetuLANT, drunk. Mrs. Mill

. O horrid provisos! filthy strong Now, Petulant, all's over, all's well; gad, my waters! I toast fellows, odious men! I hate head begins to whim it about–why dost thou your odious provisos.

not speak? Thou art both as drunk and as Mir. Then we're agreed. Shall I kiss your mute as a fish. oand upon the contract? And here comes one Pet. Look you, Mrs. Millaman-if you can to be a witness to the sealing of the deed. love me, dear nymph--say it—and that's the

conclusion-pass on, or pass off, that's all. Enter Mrs. FAINALL.

Wit. Thou hast utter'd volumes, folios, in Mrs. Mill. Fainall, what shall I do? shall I less than decimosexto, my dear Lacedehave him? I think I must have him.

monian. Sirrah, Petulant, thou art an epitoMrs. F. Ay, ay, take him, take him; what mizer of words. should


Pet. Witwould-you are an annibilator of
Mrs. Mill. Well then - I'll take my death sense.
I'm in a horrid fright-Fainall, I shall never Wit. Thou art a retailer of phrases; and
say it-well-I think-I'll endure you. dost deal in remnants of remnants, like a maker

Mrs. F. Fie, fie, bave him, have him, and of pincushions-Thou art in truth (metaphoritell him so in plain terms: for I am sure you cally speaking) a speaker of short-hand. have a mind to him.

Pet. Thou art (without a figure) just one Mrs. Mill. Are you? I think I have—and half of an ass, and Baldwin yonder, thy halfthe horrid man looks as if he thought so too brother, is the rest—a gemini of asses split, -we'l

, you ridiculous ibing you, rll have would make just four of you. you-I won't be kiss'd, nor I won't be thank! Mrs. Mill. What was the quarrel?



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 have 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 health' to 'em.-A match or Pet. You were the quarrel.

no match, cousin with the hard name?--Aunt, Mrs. Mill. Me!

Wilfull will do't. 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 bave a hu- I shall be overcome if I stay. Come, cousin. mour to prove it?-if I shall have my reward, (E.reunt Mrs. Millamant and Mrs. Fainall. say so; if not, fight for your face the nexí 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 ihyself'up like a woodlouse, what to do with him. — Travel quoth a! ay, and drcam

revenge -andhear me, if thou travel, travel, get thee gone, get thee gone, canst learn to wriie by to-morrow morning, get thee but far enough, to the Saracens, or pen me a challenge-M'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 insidels, and believe not in the grape. all in this pickle?

Your Mahometan, your Musselman is a dry Wil

. A plot, a plot, to get rid of the knight, stinkard – No offence, aunt. My map says - 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

your Musty is orthodox-whereby it is a plain WISHFORT.

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 rantipole rate!

To drink is a Christian diversion,

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

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

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

And be damn'd over tea-cups and coffee, Boracbio? you're an absolute Borachio.

But let British lads sing, Sir W. Borachio!

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

And a sig for your sultan and Sopbi. should com

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

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

wenches? Is an ignorant ass, 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'l-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 him, 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 bim

Sir W. With a wench, Tony? Sir W. In vino verilus, 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 t'other round-Tuny, ods-heart, where's To-be my Taniony, and I'll be thy pig: ny?-Tony's an honest fellow, but he spits –And a fig 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 ba' done, boys. make a malch—at least before he has been

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

Enter WAITWELL, 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



near an

confusion at the retrospection of my own rude

Vi'ait. Dear madam, no. You are all camness. - I bave more pardons to ask than the phire and frankincense, all chastity and odour.

distributes in the year of jubilee. But I Lady W. Or thathope where there is likely to be so alliance, we may unbend the severity of de

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

Wait. My impatience, madam, is the effect 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? ink favourably, judge candidly, and tenter of expectation.

conclude you bare found a person who would Lady W. You have excess of gallantry, sir suffer racks in bonour's cause, dear sir RowRowland; and press things to a conclusion, land, and will wait on you incessantly. [Exit. with a most prevailing vehemence-But a day Wait. Fie, fie! - What a slavery have ! 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 Wait. O, she is the antidote to desire. By -I would gladly go out of the world with this hand, I'd rather be a chairman in the dogthat satisfaction.-That woul

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 Letler. 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 entertainmen!. 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. Persidious 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 bas 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 selt, the trances and hand. iremblings, the ardours and the ecstasies, the Foi. By heaven! Mrs. Marwood's. I know kneelings and the risings, the heart-hea vings it. My heart aches-get it from her. [To him. and the hand-gripings, the pangs

Wait. A woman's hand? No, madam, that's thetic regards of his prolesting eyes! Oh, ‘no no woman's band, I see that already. That's memory can register.

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

me a proof of your passion by your jealousy, 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-You shall see it-we'll open

Wait. I'll do't. In three weeks he shall it together — look you here. [Reads] - Mabe barefoot; in a month out at knees with dam, though unknown to you. Look you begging an alms-he all starve upward and there, 'tis from nobody that I know.-I have upward, till he has nothing living but 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.)

abused. He who pretends to be sir RowLady W. Well, sir Rowland, you have the land is a cheat and a rascal 0 beavens! way-you are no novice in the labyrinth of what's this? love-you have the clue-But as I am a per- Foi. Unfortunate, all's ruin'di son, sír Rowland, you must not attribute my

Wait. How, how! let me see,

let me see yielding to any sinister appelite, 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 nuptials. Lady W. I shall faint, I shall die, ho! Wail. be it from me

Foi. Say 'tis your nephew's hand.-Quickly, 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 Wait. 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-1-A woman's hand ? The rascal writes a sort cension.

of a large hand; your Roman hand—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 sbrine of virtue. bim.

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) Lichiknecht,

Wait. Sure? Am I here? Do I lire? Do I

and the pa

love this pearl of India? I have twenty letters|gerGo, hang out an old frisoneer-gorget, in my pocket from him, in the same character. with a yard of yellow colberteen 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 fiddle; a glass necklace, with the beads you were present at this juucture! this was broken, and a quilted nightcap with one ear. ihe business that brought' Mr. Mirabell dis-Go, go, drive a trade. These were your comguised to madam Millamaut this afternoon. I modities, 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 bave hid his face. into my house, placed you nest myself, and

Lady W. How, bow!- 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 bcar

Foi. Then, then, madam, Mr. Mirabell waited me, bave but a moment's patience-I'll confess for her in ber 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 his dissemwere to receive sir Rowland.

bling tongue; your ladyship's own wisdom Wait. Enough, bis date is short.

bas 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.


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–O consider my reputation, and marry me to a cast serving-man? No sir browland-No, you shan't fight-l'll go in damage! 0 thou frontless impudence! and examine my niece; I'll make her confess. Foi. Pray do but bear me, madam! he could I conjure you, sir Rowland, by all your love, not marry your Jadyship, madam-no, indeed, not to fight.

his 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; — !!! 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 wbole estate, and deliver that into Lady W. What, then I have been your proyour hands.

perty, have I?. 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 ! presume to bring a con- all precedent; I am brought to fine uses, to tract to be sign’d'this night? May I hope so become a bolcher of secondhand marriages besar?

[ween 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 bappy dis-Philander. I'II 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. busom widow:

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

dewell bride, ob! Foi. Or arrant knave.


Enter Mrs. FAINALL.

Mrs. F. Poor Foible, what's the matter?
Scene 1.–The same.

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

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'di 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 ving of dead hair, with a bleak blue nose, in my lady's closet, and overheard all that you over 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 lo my lady; and that missing effect, Mr. Fainbigger than a bird-cage,-go, go, starve again, all 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-thread, under a brandyseller's Marwood has not told ber, though she bás bulk, or against a dead wall by a ballad-mon- told my



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